Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2010 12:04:08 +0000
From: fanara55@hotmail.com
Subject: TEENAGE HANDYMAN CHAPTER 9

			     TEENAGE HANDYMAN
				 Chapter 9

So Kofi has finally lost his ass-cherry!. You might say 'about time' seeing
that it took eight chapters for it to happen. Kofi thinks Billy doesn't
know but Billy does know. Will he ever admit it to Billy? Well, readers,
you will just have to wait and see.

Meanwhile, it's time for the annual Big Girls Party.............but first,
Billy has a train ride.

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On arriving at the station, Kofi and I headed for the Refreshment Room to
wait for our train. Kofi was soon chatting up an older woman while I found
myself in conversation with the locomotive crew who were waiting to take
over their train for the last stage of its run to Westhampton. I was
thrilled when they invited me to ride on the footplate with them. Kofi
wasn't interested. He intended to lure the woman to an empty compartment
and have his wicked way with her. Yes readers, in those days British trains
had compartments, the compartments had blinds which could be pulled down
and the Guard (Conductor to you Yanks) could be tipped to put a RESERVED
sticker on the door.

The train drew in and the incoming crew handed over. We mounted the
footplate into a world of pipes, levers and gauges, the smell of hot oil
and steam. While Mick, the fireman, attended to the fire, Joe the driver
quickly explained the principal controls. Mick leant out of the cab and
looked back along the platform. Whistles blew and the Guard waved his green
flag.

  "Right away, mate!"

I watched Mick carefully and when, after ten minutes, he asked me if I
would like to have a go on the shovel, I was able to manipulate the shovel,
firedoor and dampers so efficiently as to maintain the maximum boiler
pressure without the safety valves lifting. As I bent over to slide the
shovel into the coal I thought I felt a hand gently caress my 13 year old
ass. H'm, must be my imagination........ but no............there it was
again, Mick was surreptitiously groping my bum. Joe had his eyes glued to
the road ahead. The tender was nearly empty and Mick went into it to bring
forward some more coal. As he did so I groped his bulging crotch and found
he had a hard-on. I took a business card out of my pocket and slipped it
into his hand.

The train took a circuitous route and called at all stations, taking an
hour to reach Westhampton by which time I had got very friendly with the
crew.

"Hey, Billy! We got a night freight to Banbury next week. You want to come
along one night?"

You bet I did!

The following day I decided to visit Fanny Williams. I had arranged for
someone else to go round and do her shopping and I wanted to find out if he
had proved satisfactory.  Fanny shouted to me to come up to her bedroom
where the 60 year old nympho was writhing under the attentions of Ken, one
of my employees. Ken was pounding the old lady hard and fast.

"How's things, Fanny? Is Ken looking after you alright?"

"Ooohh, Yes Billy! He's a really good fucker", she managed to gasp." But
not as good as you are."

Ken shot his load and after Fanny had cleaned his cock up, left us to get
on with his chores..

"Billy, next Saturday is my annual Big Girls Party. This year's theme will
be Schoolboys. There will be six of us girls. Johnson is arranging the
boys. We're paying £200 apiece. Do you want to come?"

No problem, Fanny." I replied dropping my pants and climbing on top of
her. As my mouth found one of her cork sized nipples, my 13 year old cock
slid into her slimy cunt. Ken had deposited a big load inside her and I
loved getting sloppy seconds. Five minutes of skilled fucking reduced the
old lady to a helpless mass of orgasms.

"See you Saturday, then, Billy."

On Saturday a taxi collected me and drove me to a large house out in the
countryside. I was ushered into a big room full of boys. The floor was
covered with mattresses and scattered with comfy cushions. The MC came over
and introduced himself as Johnson and his assistant as Delboy. Both men
were black, in their forties and built like brick shit-houses. They had the
unmistakable stamp of retired senior non-commissioned officers. (For more
about Johnson see my story "Respect!" {gay/discipline}.)

 Johnson outlined what we had to do. The women would engage in lesbian
activity among themselves while we fucked any orifice we could get at. Then
the boys would put on a boy- to- boy show for their entertainment. After
that we were to do what we could to send them home satisfied.

"In the words of Admiral Lord Nelson, guys, 'England expects every boy to
do his duty!'"  he concluded..

I looked round the room for a suitable partner for the boy- to- boy
stuff. My eyes lighted on a rather cute twelve-year-old. Chocolate skin,
long eyelashes, extremely kissable mouth, sulky face, tempting
butt.................I went over.

"Hi. I'm Billy."

The boy sucked his teeth dismissively. "S'pose you another whitey who wants
to get in my ass."

"Hey, lil bro, whassup? Pair up with me and I'll fake it. Y'know, put my
dick between your thighs instead of up your ass."

"Gee Billy, you' a real mate. But it's OK cos I want to fuck your ass, so
you can have mine. Name's Earl."

"You sure, Earl?  I'm a bit big, as you can see."

"Billy, after you've been fucked by Johnson you can take anything, believe
me. Anyway, I can match you for thickness if not quite for length."

Earl whinged. " I don' like these fat sluts...........hope I can get a
hard-on...."

"Listen, mate. These ladies are paying you £200 for their entertainment
tonight. And if one of them takes you for her regular toy-boy she will give
you anything you ask for........clothes, holidays..........",.he was a bit
young for, cars, yachts and a flat so I searched for something else, "
er...a bike..... a football.........a model train set....."

Johnson brought round beer. A gong sounded, the double doors opened and in
marched the Big Girls, to the strains of Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries. Oh
my God! They were huge! This was going to be a real test of boy stamina,
grit and sheer English pluck.

First place was taken by Irma, her blonde hair arranged in Germanic
plaits. Enormous 44KK dugs swung low over a belly the size of St Paul's
cathedral. Between her tree-trunk thighs, sprouted a forest of pubic
hair. Being top of my Latin class, I immediately recalled the Roman
general, Varus, who famously had lost his Legions in the Teutoberger
Forest. How many valiant sperm, I wondered, had sacrificed their lives in a
brave attempt to win through to Irma's cavernous womb? Irma had brought her
own boy, a Turkish lad attached to a dog-collar.

As the music changed to Sibelius, Irma was followed by Ingrid, a massive
Swede, leading her toy-boy who came from the Gambia. Yes, dear readers, the
uncontrollable lust of middle-aged Swedish matrons had already put that
country's tourist trade on a sound footing.

Woman after woman appeared until the last in the line. Delia was a typical
big black Mammy, accompanied by her son Roland and her toy-boy also named
Billy. For more on Delia, read 'Roland and his Mom',
(bi/incest/interacial). Her massive ass swayed to the strains of a naughty
version of the Calypso song "All day, all night, Mary-Anne...."

Fanny Williams lay down on a mattress and Delia climbed on top in a
sixty-nine position. As the two enormous women slurped at each other's
cunts and ass-holes, the boys hesitated.

"Once more into the breach......" I thought to myself and stepped bravely
forward. Delia was on top and I inserted my thirteen year old snot-pump
into her quim. Encouraged by my example the other boys mounted a courageous
attack on the women, all of whom had followed the example of Fanny and
Delia.. Fanny slurped at my cock as I fucked Delia. Having shot my first
load I transferred my attention to the black woman's enormous ass. Prising
apart the cheeks I found her Carribean shit-hole and sank my cock into
it. Another boy had joined me and the two women were taking it in turns to
suck his school-boy cock.

I moved on to Irma. She was the supreme challenge but I mounted her bravely
and penetrated the forest of pubic hair and her floppy labia to finally
reach her gash. Gosh, it was big! Whole regiments of storm-troopers could
have held a parade inside. Nevertheless, Irma had strong cunt-muscles and,
exercising these, she gripped my todger firmly and squeezed another load of
baby-juice out of me.

I went round the whole circle of women, penetrating each one in the cunt
and ass. Looking round, I was pleased to see the other boys following my
example on this Venusian battlefield. Never let it be said that British
boys could be defeated by a woman, particularly by a foreign one!

After half an hour there were signs of exhaustion and our brave troops
retreated for beer and sandwiches and a spliff for those who needed
one. The women carried on until they had sucked the last drops of
schoolboy-sperm out of each other's orifices.

Soon another gong sounded the signal for us boys to engage with each
other. Grabbing Earl, I planted a kiss on his temptatious lips. He kept his
mouth firmly closed at first but soon succumbed to the pressure of my lips
to open it and swallow my tongue. My mouth moved down to kiss his neck,
then lick his armpits, just showing their first sprigs of pubic
hair. Mmm.........sweaty boy- pits tasted sooo good! Next I licked his
coppery paps before taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking on it.  His
young tits stiffened under my attentions. I was on top of Earl, grinding my
genitals against his stiff young prick, but now I wanted to feel him on top
of me so I turned over, pulling him with me. The feel of having that hard
12 year old body on top of me was sensational.  We moved into a 69
position, with me sucking eagerly at his stiff young cock while he licked
my cock and balls. Changing over, he took my rampant rocket in his mouth
while I opened his ass-crack and inhaled the aroma of sweaty young
schoolboy pussy. My tongue found his purple rosebud and he moaned with
delight as I thrust it right inside his shitter as far as it would go,
savouring the bitter-almond taste.


Now it was time for the grand finale. The young schoolboy lay down on the
mattress, legs wide apart and cute little bum exposed and ready to be
fucked. I greased my tool and climbed on top, positioning my swollen knob
against his hole. Pushing firmly but gently, I stretched his sphincter and
slid my pole inside his warm love-tunnel. He bucked back against me so I
put it in ball deep. I porked Earl slowly at first, then as he murmured
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" I started to pound him fast. Another boy approached and
offered me his cock to suck. I opened my mouth and accepted his hard young
prick, dripping cum and tasting of a mixture of ass and pussy
juices. Another boy mounted me and probed my anus with his knob. Oh shit!
It was Paddy, an Irish boy with a cock like a donkey. I felt my sphincter
stretch to the max as he forced it into my rectum and started to fuck my 13
year old bum. Soon I was on the vinegar strokes and with a shout I started
to expel my seed into Earl's boy-womb, the contractions from my orgasm
squeezing my boy-cunt muscles and bringing on the young Irish boy's own
climax. Fucking hell! This kid was flooding my rectum! Would he never stop
cumming?

It was Earl's turn to bonk my ass. "I've been waiting for this" he murmured
as he positioned me on my hands and knees and entered me from the doggy
position. Earl liked to talk dirty.

"Gonna fuck the shit outa your dirty white ass you stinking little honky!
Gonna give you my baby and make you my punk ho'! You gonna be my slut
bitch, snowball!"

Not very original, I could talk like that for five minutes without
repeating myself, but still exciting. Earl pounded his stiff young boner
into my receptive love-chute, dissing me all the while and I enjoyed every
second of it, sucking another boy at the same time. The second boy pulled
out and came over my face to the applause of the Big Girls and another boy
took his place. I felt a series of powerful spurts as Earl ejaculated a
voluminous amount of sperm into my rear entrance. He wanted a second round
and told me to sit on his cock. In this position and bent forward I felt
another slimy knob at my back-door. Oh my God! What was happening now?

Well, I guess I could have extricated myself from what was coming but,
shit, man, I was high on sex and booze and totally relaxed. As the other
boy's pecker touched my hole a shiver went through my genital organs. I
felt him probe me experimentally then, finding he was not rejected, he
applied some pressure. I felt my ring-piece being stretched to its limit ,
then, just as it could take no more, the head popped into my poop-hole. He
pushed his thing in as far as he could, bearing in mind he was invading a
space already well occupied by Earl, then started to hump my overstretched
shit-tube. Earl picked up the rhythm and together they gave me my 13 year
old ass its first anal double-penetration. Wow! This was something else! As
the two instruments pounded my pussy I felt my nutt building up until I
expelled it forcefully all over the face of a boy who had crawled
underneath me to get a close-up of the action. At the same time Earl and
the Turkish boy spouted their twin loads of prick-porridge deep into my
boy-vagina.

There was deafening applause as the room rose to a standing ovation. Now it
was time to bring the Big Girls to their final orgasm and send them home
happy. Irma was no problem, a sound thrashing of her fat, Germanic tush
with a bundle of birch twigs soon reducing her to an orgasmic jelly. A
handful of ice-cubes shoved in her quim satisfied Ingrid. One of the other
women got into the bath and the boys and the remainder of the Girls queued
up to piss all over her.

Delia, however, was proving difficult, throwing herself all over the
mattresses and demanding an orgasm. Johnson stepped in.

"H'm, Delia lost it again? Good job we know how to handle her."

He produced an enormous dildo and unceremoniously rammed it into her fat,
black rump. He and Delboy then gave her a spectacular double vaginal
penetration while instructing us boys to keep her mouth full, having first
removed her dentures for safety.

"If you can't manage to come in her mouth, piss in it," he instructed us.
Finally the squealing, writhing mass of flesh was subdued and subsided onto
the mattress where she demanded a beer.

We boys sat around chatting while Johnson handed us each a brown envelope.

"Shit! My ass is sore!"

"Yeah, and mine......"

"Shan't be able to sit down for a week............."

We inspected each other asses, all red, raw, puffy and oozing copious
liquids. Johnson produced a large tub of cream.

"Don' worry boys, I got some special cream that will soothe your li'l
holes. It got some anaesthetic in it. You-all will feel OK in the morning."

So saying he applied the cream to the injured orifices, working it well
inside.

"Gosh...feels better already!"

So ended the Big Girls Party. I spent most of the next day in bed.

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Friday was the evening I had been invited to ride on the locomotive of the
night freight to Banbury. I waited, as arranged, just beyond the exit to
Westhampton North Yard and climbed aboard the loco as it slowly heaved its
train of 45 wagons into motion. Mike gave me the shovel and we took turns
firing, half an hour at a time. Soon it got dark and, although I was
assured that we were going no faster than 45 miles an hour it seemed
excitingly faster as we sped through the night, rolling and bucking with
the fire-door lighting up the cab with a lurid glare every time I opened it
to fire the engine. After about an hour we got a yellow signal and Joe
began to slow the train.

"We always have to go in the loop here for half an hour to let two faster
trains go past."

As the train ground to a halt I looked around. We were surrounded by
scrubby wasteland, in the middle of nowhere. Joe dismounted from the
footplate.

"Me 'n the Guard are going up to the signal-box for a cup of tea and a
chat. See you later."

Mike gave him a few minutes then climbed down to the ground.

"C'mon, Billy!"

We walked back along the train with Mike looking at the wagon labels.

"This is the one we want...........empty sacks for Gloucester."

He pulled open the door of a van and we clambered inside. With the door
shut it was pitch dark. We grabbed each other's asses and rubbed our
tumescent groins together. We were both covered in coal-dust and, for the
first time, I appreciated the French sexual expression, "nostalgie de boue"
in other words a liking for scruffy, dirty, unwashed boys or girls.

I felt Mike's hands fumble with my belt and my trousers dropped to the
floor. He dropped his greasy overalls and my hand reached for his
cock. Wow! Some tool! Mike pulled some bundles of sacks down and spread
them on the floor. He pushed me to my knees and pulled my head towards his
babymaker.  I licked up and down the heavily veined shaft before taking the
knob into my schoolboy mouth and sucking it avidly. Pre-cum was pouring
from his pee-slit. The young fireman pulled out and pushed me down until I
was laying on my belly. He mounted me and I felt his bell-end probing my
shitter.

"Fuck me!" I whispered. Mike pushed hard and I felt his big knob penetrate
my ring-piece. Without pausing he thrust his organ deep inside my
boy-belly.

"Shit! This is good. Never had a boy your age before..........I luv
buggering young ass........"

Mike pistoned into me with the force of an overheated stallion. As his
balls bounced on my ass-cheeks he murmured,

"You really love it don't you............love having your tight schoolboy
ass fucked. I bet you're one of those boys who hang around the park lavs
hoping to be picked up and fucked over a toilet seat...........how old are
you, Billy?"

I thought I would enter into the spirit of the game.  " Er......nearly
twelve, Mike," I lied outrageously. It was just role-play, I was nearly 14
and could easily pass for 17.  "Oh shitttt............I got my prick up
some cute eleven year old ass. You take it so well, Billy, you must have
had plenty cocks..........Billy.....I'm gonna spunk that cute lil ass of
yours, gonna squirt my jism into you and send you home with a pool of cum
in your briefs."

So saying Mike gave a series of hard, rapid strokes and I felt his warm
ball-juice blast my rectum. He pulled out with a plop.

"Your turn, kiddo. Give me a nice one!"

 He rolled over and I eagerly got on top of him, pushing my rocket into his
anus.

"Oww! Take it easy Billy. I never knew an eleven year old boy could have
such a big Hampton."

"Shut up, Mike! I'm gonna fuck the shit outa your dirty ass. Gonna make you
my bitch! You want my baby, slut?"

"Mmm........yes please, Billy, I love it when a young boy porks my tush!"

I bonked Mike's brown-eye hard and fast before spurting my cock-butter into
his shit-hole.  Pulling out I offered it up to his face and he swallowed it
eagerly. Then I squatted over his face so he could clean my hole.

"Oh, fuck, Billy! Your eleven year old spooge tasted good but your shit
tastes even better!"

We climbed down to the ground and had a piss against the wagon before
returning to the engine, licking the last drops of piss from each other
before zipping up. Back on the loco with disposed ourselves comfortably to
await the return of our driver. Joe climbed aboard just as the board
(signal) came off for us to proceed. When we arrived at Banbury we handed
over our faithful steed to the relieving crew, picked our way over a maze
of sidings and mounted the footplate of another loco. We had a '68' which
pleased Mike and Joe.

"These are good engines.....the best! As this is a parcels train and fully
braked throughout you can drive Billy."

When we got our signal, Joe told me to get on with it and I drove all the
way home to Westhampton with Joe and Mike sharing the firing. Joe gave me a
lift home on his motor-bike and I invited him in for a cup of tea.

"Nice little place you got here, Billy. Bet you get a few girls in here."

"Just now and again, Joe." I replied modestly.

"Billy..............did you enjoy your trip tonight?"

"Yes thanks, Joe, it was great."

"Any time you want a ride, just let us know."

We sipped our tea.  "Billy?"

"Yes, mate."

"Do you think you could....y'know......like, fix me up with some schoolgirl
cunt?"

"You mean...like a 16 year old?"

"Well.........I was thinking of something maybe a bit younger........."

I looked at Joe thoughtfully. He was in his fifties, short and a bit
overweight and I knew he was married. Dirty old fucker!!

"Fourteen?"

"How about twelve?"

I considered the matter. There weren't many twelve year old virgins in
Westhampton but even so.............it was all right for me and my school
mates to fuck them but Joe was a middle-aged adult...............

"I dunno...........you're a married man and it's jail-bait............you
sure you want to do this?"

"Billy, when you get to my age you'll understand how guys like me feel. My
wife nags 'n we're bored with our sex life.......and I'm going through the
mid-life crisis. I'm just desperate to get a bit of young cunt and I reckon
you can fix it up discreetly."

"OK, mate. I'll fix it for you, no probs. Give me a bell in three days."

"Gee, thanks Billy. I really appreciate this. Mike and I are on the London
Sleeper on Friday. We usually get a 'Castle' on that train. You want to
come?"

Is the Pope a Catholic? It was every schoolboy's dream to ride on the
footplate of a 'Castle'.

I got out my 'Little Black Book'. Gosh! I'd already had 45 schoolgirls 9 to
16, 9 older ladies 16 to 60 including 4 married women, and six grateful old
bags! And I wasn't 14 yet! Let's see.........ah, here we are.......Ellie
Mason. I well remembered introducing Ellie to womanhood when we'd fucked in
her Dad's garden shed, she being nine and me being 11. I knew Kofi and a
lot of other boys had had her. Now, she was the sort of girl who would
regard a married man as a feather in her cap.............

After school I hung about outside the gates waiting for her.

"Hi, Ellie."

"Hi, Billy, wanta fuck?"

"Sure. We can go to my pad."

Ellie had never been to my apartment before and she was impressed.

"Gosh, Billy, you can do what you want here and no-one would know."

"Yeah its good for discreet meetings, speaking of which, would you like to
meet an older, married man?"

"Wow, that would be really hot, Billy.....none of the other girls has had a
married man yet....."

"Well, I can fix you up with one and I'll let you do it here."

"You're making me wet, Billy!"

"Get your panties off then and bend over the bed. I want to fuck you
doggy-style"

Ellie obeyed and I dropped my pants, immediately erect at the sight of that
cute schoolgirl ass. Without any preliminaries I pulled up her gym-slip and
inserted my rampant young schlong into her hot, 12-year-old quim and fucked
the shit out of her, reducing her to an orgasmic jelly before forcibly
expelling my pent-up load of ball-gravy into her minge-box.

I arranged to dine with Joe and Ellie in a private room at a discreet
restaurant which was one of my many business enterprises. Helped by an
excellent meal and good wine, they got on like a house on fire. A taxi with
heavily tinted windows took us back to my place. I showed them to the
bedroom and told them the place was theirs as long as they wanted to stay.

I opened the shutter to the one-way mirror, switched on the hidden cameras,
and sat down with a beer to watch the fun. The short, tubby 50-year old man
grabbed Ellie and soon they were eating each other's tonsils while, hands
groping each other's asses, they were rubbing their groins together. Joe
expertly removed the girl's gymslip and her trainer bra, transferring his
lips to the nipples on her cute little breasts. Ordering her to drop her
schoolgirl knickers he shucked his clothes, revealing his podgy, hairy body
and stiff todger. It was only about 5 and a half inches long but it was
thick and had a foreskin which just exposed his pee-slit.  Ellie
immediately dropped to her knees and clamped her schoolgirl mouth round,
sucking eagerly on her first middle-aged penis. Joe clasped her head to his
cock and worked it rapidly before releasing a couple of spurts of
cock-porridge into her mouth. Then he deep- kissed her before burying his
partly bald head between her milky thighs and slurping on her 12-year-old
cunt.

Obviously he found the situation exciting because, as soon as she showed
signs of being ready, he lifted her onto the bed and got on top of
her. Ellie had her legs raised and wide apart as her skilful hand guided
the middle-aged missile into its silo. Here it began to work its magic and
soon had the girl writhing in ecstacy.  Joe was clearly a long-stayer
because, after five minutes, he rolled off and bent Ellie over the bed
penetrating her from behind in a staccato doggy-fuck which soon had her
squealing. I could see his balls swinging, they were pretty big and very
hairy. Joe soon showed signs of getting ready to nutt but he pulled out and
laid the girl belly-down on the bed, pushing his wrinkled old prick into
her cunt from on top and behind. I enjoyed watching his hairy ass bouncing
up and down on the cushion of her ass-cheeks and he must have found it not
only comfortable but exciting as, a couple of minutes later, he started to
yell.

"Oh my God! I'm co..o...miiiiiing. Here Baby, take daddy's sperm in your
fertile 12 year old cunt!"

He rolled off the girl and arranged Ellie and himself in a 69 position. I
could see the cum oozing out of her schoolgirl slit as she sat on his face
while she leant forward and sucked the mixture of cum and her own
cunt-juices from Joe's cock. Joe tongued Ellie's cunt avidly and I noticed
that his tongue soon began to stray, eagerly licking her bum-cleft before
tickling her school-girl anus. Ellie clearly enjoyed this and, thus
encouraged , he buried his tongue deeply in her hole, tongue-fucking her
with abandon. Ellie disengaged and wriggled round to sit on Joe's cock
which I could see was lined up to impale her tiny shit-hole. I held my
breath as the engorged knob opened her sphincter and she lowered her
quim-piece onto the iron-hard rod, absorbing every inch of it. When it was
all in, she rolled over so that Joe was on top, his rocket still firmly
embedded in her ass. He shagged the immature aperture like a rabbit, before
squirting his remaining cock-butter into her shit-chute.

Here I left them to it. I had a raging hard-on and needed relief with my
main squeeze, Rosemary Codrington. It was the evening when she and I had
our weekly meeting with Kofi's dad, Kwame Mwabe.

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Oh dear! What will Billy get up to next. And will Kofi ever come to terms
with his repressed homosexuality? Comments to fanara55@hotmail.com