Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2016 18:22:36 +0000 From: Charles Hughes Subject: BILLY'S BOYS - 2 (Adult/Youth - oral anal) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of an adult and his sexual relationship with minors. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2014 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I will answer all emails; emails with attachments are deleted without being opened. Please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com BILLY'S BOYS - 2 Truth is, I often fall asleep when I'm sitting on the porch in front of the store. Not much business to keep me awake. And getting old, I suppose. Anyway, it might had just been some wierd dream. But then, like little Leroy had said, I never remember my dreams. Always been that way. But then, if it had been a dream, I wouldn't be remembering little Leroy, would I? But then, there was that orange pop bottle in the empties... There had been an orange in the cooler when I got my own pop earlier. I think. Pretty sure. Anyway, when all the migrants had come through I sat back on the porch again. Thinking about little Leroy. That cute little eight-almost-nine-year-old. Little pecker, but hard as a little nail. Tan, smooth body. Not a hair on him below his head. And that tight little boypussy. Mmmm, it had tasted so good. 'Course, it could have been a dream. That night I just lay there on my bed for a while. Little Leroy, dream or not, got me to thinking about some of the boys I'd sucked through the years. Don't even remember most of their names. I do remember that Donnell boy from up the road. Had fun with that boy for years! Sucked his little dick the first time when he was nine. He'd seen somebody or other jerking and came in one afternoon with a hard little nail in his pants. A stiffie, he called it. I joked with him about it, and he asked me about dicks. He had no pa, so I guess he didn't have nobody else to ask. So I explained some. And while I was doing it, my own sausage boned up. The kid noticed it, and long story short, he looked at my cock and showed me his. I've always loved a cute little penie! I wound up sucking on that sweet thing. His first dry cum was in my mouth -- I love feeling those little boydicks thrashing around in there! So I sucked him every now and then. He was proud when he got his first real cum. Then, later, when he was about 12 maybe, I fucked him. Introduced that tight little hole to a real mancock. The boys always have second thoughts when they see my dick at full staff. But they were so eager to have some kind of sex they were patient while I prepped them. I never want to hurt a boy. Sweet boys like that shouldn't be hurt. Just pleasured. I fucked that Donnell boy until he was eighteen and joined the army. He'd said -- Leroy -- that a boy named Lennie would be showing up the next day. And that Lennie had hair and loved it when I fucked him. Well, I finally got to sleep. Anymore, I only wake up in the night to take a piss. And if I dreamed of a boy that night, I sure didn't remember it in the morning. Took delivery of my milk and egg order early in the morning. Bread a little later. I got some call for groceries but not a lot. Had me my lunch in the back. And I kept wondering if this Lenny was going to show up. In the afternoon, I found myself looking out the window, or looking up and down the road when I was sitting on the porch, to see if there was some boy headed here. Nothing. Migrants came in as usual. Not just beer but some groceries, too. They just got their pay. They'd just left when I heard Ruby Winter's old Studebaker pull up out front. I'd know that rattle anywhere. But when the bell over the door rang, I looked up and saw one of the cutest little guys I'd ever seen. Red hair, freckles I could see from across the store. I was still staring at him when Ruby walked in behind him. "Evening, Ruby." "Billy." She just nodded to me and started looking on my shelves. She was never one for conversation. And the boy -- I wasn't seeing things, was I? -- just stood there by the door, his eyes wandering around the store and finally lighting on me. "How old is this bread, Billy?" "Now, Ruby, you know I got my bread delivered just this morning." Picky woman. She picked up her bread and a couple of cans and brought them over to the counter. "I need some sugar. Got some baking to do for Robert here." Okay, so his name is Robert. "Come here, Robert," and she motioned the boy over to the counter across from me. "This here is my grandson, Robert. He's visiting for a week. I may send him up here to pick up some things now and then, and you put it on my account." Robert gave me a shy little grin. Ruby went back to the shelves for more things. "My name's Billy, Robert," I said. He smiled a little more but didn't say anything. "How old a boy are you, Robert?" "Nine," he muttered. But his smiled broadened a little. And a very pretty nine at that, I thought. Slender boy. City clothes on him. Cute, pert little nose. Nice little boybutt, from what I can see. I smiled back at him, and he seemed to relax a bit. "Here you are, son," I said, as I handed him a penny candy from the jar on the counter. More of a smile now. "Now, don't you go feeding him all kinds of sweets, Billy! I told you that when his daddy used to come in here years ago, and you never paid a heed." That's why he looks familiar, I thought. Bert is Ruby's oldest son. This must be his boy. I gave him a big smile and wondered what he'd say if I told him I'd given his daddy his very first blow job. "One piece of candy ain't going to kill him, Ruby." Then I sneaked him a second piece and was rewarded with a big grin. Pleased with the candy, but probably pleased about keeping our secret just between us and away from his grandma. I motioned with my finger for him to step closer to the counter and then slipped a third piece of candy into his shirt pocket. Probably right about where his little boytit was. I patted him on the cheek. Soft, warm, smooth. He practically glowed with the attention. "That's it for today, Billy," Ruby said. I totaled it up and added it to her account. She always paid right as soon as she got her monthly check. She and the boy went out the door, and little Robert gave me a nice smile when he turned around. I'm going to see more of that boy. A lot more! I don't really have hours. I just open when I get up and close when I feel like it. 'Course, I open up for regular customers even if they come around late. Anderson, that old fart up the road, came in almost at dark. But he's a regular, so I keep him happy. I wasn't that happy when I got ready for bed that night. My mind had been on pretty boys all day long. I should have jerked off sometime during the day. Maybe that would have helped. I was kind of pissed off at myself, too. Waiting around for some boy from a dream! Like some kind of sex-starved pervert! 'Course, that's me, ain't it? I do love those boys! I go to bed pretty early; nothing much else to do. So, after I washed up I crawled into my bed in the little back room and hoped I wouldn't stay awake half the night like I had the night before. Man my age needs his sleep. I finally drifted off. There come a knock at my back door. I was pissed off when I woke up -- sometimes I have a hard time getting back to sleep again. It was damn near eleven! I pulled the shade away from the window to see who it was, but I couldn't make out a face. Opened the door to find this boy standing there! "Hi, Billy." Nice looking boy... In the night...? "I'm Lennie," he said. "Um... can I come in?" Still didn't know what to say. But I opened the door and let him in. Got a better look at him when I turned on the light. Not five feet yet. Slim, blond, blue eyes. And the sweetest smile! "Ah, Leroy told you I'd be here, didn't he? He was supposed to." Had to clear my throat to answer this beautiful boy. "Uh... Yeah, he said... You're Lennie...? He grinned. "I know you're surprised, Billy. Leroy said you would be. And I know you don't remember us. Your boys. From your dreams." He shrugged and spread his arms out. "But here I am, Billy. And I'm real." He walked up to me and threw his arms around me. "It's so good being with you, Billy," he whispered. "We all love you, you know." I could feel the strength in his arms around me. "Now wait a minute," I said, putting him at arm's length. "You mean to tell me you're from... my dreams? But now you're real? I don't understand..." I shook my head and muttered to myself, "I must be dreaming right now." Lennie reached out and put his hand over my manmeat. 'Course, I was just wearing boxers, having been in bed. I started to stiffen up, and when he squeezed my cockhead the old dick didn't fail me. Strained those boxers, for sure, let me tell you! "It's okay, Billy." He got close again and put his arms around me. Boy arms around this old man... "I'm real, Billy. And I really want to have some of that big cock of yours." He reached down again and squeezed. He leaned back in my arms and put his other hand on my cheek. A soft, warm hand. I couldn't help but groan. A pretty boy that age... "How... how old are you, Lennie?" "I'm twelve. You don't remember, but in our last dream I was just starting to get some hair down there, by my dick. And you said you liked my cum... That is was sweet..." He ran his thumb over my lips. That warm thumb there, and the hand keeping some pressure on my old cockhead... Well, that was all it took. I sucked his twelve-year-old thumb into my mouth and nursed on it. He leaned into me and moaned. His hand moved up and then slipped down under the waistband of my boxers. And this time when he squeezed it was boyflesh against my old cock. "Let's start like this," he said quietly. He pushed back against me until I was at the side of my bed, and I sat down on it hard. He was on his knees by the time my ass hit the bed, pulling my cock out through my boxers. He licked on it, and I could see the moisture from his mouth shine on my cockhead. He licked around and around it and then sucked it in. Oh, the boy knew what he was doing! My cockhead was all the way in his mouth, and he kept swirling his tongue -- his pink preteen tongue -- all around. It was like my cockhead was getting an electric shock. It had been all little Leroy could do to get my cockhead into his mouth, so he hadn't worked his tongue around it much. But this Lennie... Oh, my. I put my hands on the back of his head -- that soft blond hair! -- and pulled him a little closer. I felt his lips reach down a bit to my shaft. He moved his head around in circles, and my old cock throbbed big for him. He pulled away slowly. A smile so big I could count all his white teeth between those red lips. "You like it, Billy?" His hand was still on my shaft, and he rubbed it a little. "I'm trying to do it just like you taught me." "I taught you...?" How could I have dreamed about this blond beauty and forgotten all about him? I watched as he pulled his shirt off. He was tanned, broad shoulders for a boy his age, a smooth chest that was just beginning to develop pecs. And those sweet little nipples, all dark and tight. He ran his hand over his chest and smiled. He stood up and stepped out of his bluejeans. No underwear. He stood there for me to admire. Slender hips. Long legs. And right there in his middle, where a boy keeps his sex, just the start of a little bush of dark blond hair above a preteen dick that was only partially hard. A beauty, too. Thick, I thought, for a boy his age. A knob at the end of it that was deep red, almost purple. As I watched, it straightened up a bit, growing right before my eyes. It finally pointed right at me. A full five inches, maybe more. And a glistening drop of precum on those little cocklips. I started to lean in to take his dick, but he turned around so I could see everything. He raised his arms, too, and there was only a hint of little blond hairs in his pits. With his dick pointing straight out on one side of him, his boybutt was nice and round on the other side, all those curves, all so smooth. He stayed like that a minute, knowing that I liked the view, and then he turned around more, so his back was toward me. And his ass. Oh, that sweet ass. So round and smooth. He leaned over a bit and pulled his cheeks apart. I only caught a glimpse of his puckerhole, but it was enough to make my old sausage pay attention. He was grinning when he turned around to face me again. "You like me, Billy?" "Oh, honey, you know I do!" "Let me help you take your shirt off, Billy. I like to feel your warm skin against me." He helped me pull it off, and then he ran his fingers over the hair on my chest. "Mmmmmm... It's so soft, Billy." Then he pulled my old boxers down, and I raised up to let him get all the way off. Naked. With this beautiful naked boy in front of me. You can bet the old manmeat was at full staff! He sat down next to me and leaned in, getting me to lie down on the bed. He sighed as I put my arms around him and pulled him close. His cheek was against my chest, and I could feel him rub it over the fur and hum in pleasure. I moved one hand down to that boybutt and rubbed around it. Smooth as a baby. Soft skin. I kneaded it with my fingers and felt him flex the muscles back there. Lennie slid around on me, his fingers playing with my tits a little, kissing my hairy chest and belly. I could feel his smooth body sliding down over my hard cock, and I could hear myself moan. He rubbed his cheeks against my pubes as his hand held my cock, then he kissed my cock all the way from the base to the tip. He sucked gently on the cockhead while his fingers ran lightly up and down the shaft. Oh, this pretty boy knows how! Did he say that I taught him? He moved down to my big balls next, and he licked them around while his fingers stroked the hair on my thighs. "Oh, pretty boy, this is so good...!" He sucked a ball into his mouth and used his tongue to wash it, around and around. Then the other ball. Then he slid up again, pinning my hard dick between us, pointed up to my chest. I groaned as the underside of my cock felt every motion as he slowly inched upward. He stopped when he got to my face, and he kissed my lips. Oh, sweet, soft, moist lips! I kissed back and pressed my tongue at him; he opened his mouth, and our tongues met and licked and licked deep. A young preteen mouth, eager for my old tongue to taste everything... When he slid away, he whispered into my ear, "Suck me, Billy. It's all for you." I rolled him over then, and kissed that sweet young face all over. Too young for a shave, still soft, smooth. His lips again, and then his shoulders. He raised his arm -- is he remembering what I like? -- and I licked into his young pit. Just a few soft hairs, smooth and warm skin. I sucked there before I moved to his chest. I raised up for a minute to look at him. His eyes were closed, a sweet smile on his lips, like he was only too ready to give me anything I wanted. I kissed one of his titties and licked that hard little thing all over; then I sucked, nursing it like a baby would. And while I was tasting tittie, my hands were moving down, down his warm belly, around his bellybutton, down to that little start of a bush that had just started to grow there. Not more than a few hairs, but so soft, new, young. I was too eager to get to his dick to spend any time on his belly, so I scooted down. I held it it my hand a moment, a twelve-year-old dick, a wondrous thing for an old man like me. I ran a fingertip up and down the shaft. As hard as a steel rod. Yeah, boys were always eager, their dicks always ready. I rolled around so I could put that sweet thing into my mouth. I licked at that little pee hole -- yes, a little taste of it, too -- then let that hot little knob slide through my lips. As hard as a boy's shaft can get -- any age -- the dickhead is always soft and warm. Bigger, yes, but so spongy. I sucked it in and worked my tongue around it, listening to the groans of a very horny boy-not-yet-a teen. Pressed my tongue against the tip of it in my mouth -- soft and tasty -- and let my tongue slide down the underside of it as I took all if it in. All four inches of sweet, tender, young boycock! I sucked him deep, and I could feel his cockhead throbbing against the back of my throat. I pulled back with my lips and slid down again. Eating his dick, his hot young dick... While I worked his cock in my mouth, I slid my hands around on either side of him and grasped those soft asscheeks. I kneaded them again as I sucked, and I slowly worked my fingers into his crack. Sucking dick, fishing for puckerhole... When I found it, I moved my finger over it slowly. And I pressed my finger in slightly, just enough to feel his tight ring flex. He moaned again. "Oh Billy yea... so bad I want it so bad Billy..." I worked my finger in a little more as I let his dick drop and worked his smooth young balls with my tongue. "Ahhhhgggggg yeaaaa..." The sound of a preteen boy in sex heaven! My finger slid into his ass like it belonged there, like it had been there so many times it owned that hot hole. So smooth inside, moist, slick. Deeper. I ran my fingertip around, wiggling it, probing, and he moaned in pleasure. His balls in my mouth, my finger pleasuring his ass... When I found his hard little nut inside, I felt a deep lust for the taste of the boyjuice from inside him, my Lennie... I rubbed his spot around and around while I went back for his dick. I swallowed it deep and began to nurse on it like a baby on his mother's tit. Hard, hot, little nut deep inside this needy boy... Warm, hard cock working in and out of my mouth... Sucking and fingering a young horny boy... "Oh my god Billy make me... yea... gonna do it..." I sucked harder then, feeling his dick stiffen even more. His asshole clenched around my finger, and I could feel that young prostate begin to pulse. I sucked for his delicious juice, his sweet cum... Fingering his nut and pressing it a bit... and he shot into my mouth! "UUUuuuuuuhhhhhh..." His voice deepened as the sudden need for relief swept over him. Oh, the tang of a young boy's cum! It shot hard against the back of my throat, but I was careful not to swallow. He shoved his cock at my face as he came hard again, and then he pumped frantically, emptying those boy balls of their juice. His ass was grasping my finger like it was hanging on for dear life. His young dick thrashing around in my mouth... Filling my mouth with his cum, so tasty... again and again... my tongue covered with it... boycum... His cock gave me one last, long stream of jizz, and then it stopped, only a few drops oozing out of the tip. I had a mouthful of boycum -- more than I'd expected from one just beginning puberty. His juice was watery but sweet, smooth with just enough tang to promise more when those boyballs got just a little older. I kept his dick in fully, my tongue washing his still-hard cock with his own cum. He moaned as his cockhead became more sensitive, but still I licked, savoring every last bit of this nectar so few men get to taste. I finally pulled slowly away, his dick sliding from my lips and bumping my chin. I kissed his sweet young balls, the balls that had fed me so well. Then I moved up and lay down beside him. Lennie rolled over a bit and lay his head on my chest; his fingers played in my chest hair again. "You're always so good to me, Billy." I stroked his blond hair. His soft cheeks felt nice against my chest; his smooth belly and thighs were pressed against me. We just lay there for a bit. Twelve... A sweet age for a boy just discovering his potential, just at the edge of being a real teen. My hand worked its way down the gentle curve of his spine, and I stretched to lay it fully on an ass cheek. Lennie raised up his head and looked at me. "You want my ass, don't you, Billy?" His voice, still that of a boy, sounded hopeful, expectant... "Will you fuck me, Billy? Please?" I smiled at him. "Young Leroy said you told the other boys you liked it when I fucked you." He gave me a shy little smile. "We all talk about what you do for us, Billy. You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not, honey." "When Leroy came back, he told us everything you did, and we all sat around and jerked on our dicks." He giggled a little. Then he got a more serious look. "I'm not sure I'm supposed to tell you stuff like that." He shrugged. "But you're so good to us." "Of course, I'm good to you, Lennie. You're pretty boys, and I like them pretty." I suddenly realized that I didn't actually remember anything at all about them -- I don't remember my dreams. But Leroy was sure pretty yesterday, and him I remembered for sure! He scooted a little closer so I could work my fingers into his crack, then up a bit so I could rub his hole. I could feel the wrinkles in that tight little bud, and I rubbed around and around until Lennie starting cooing like a little bird. I pulled my little bird up on all fours and arranged myself in my favorite position behind a boy, my face right in his crack. I inhaled deeply. There is nothing on earth like the sweet smell of a boy in heat. I licked at that place I would soon open and rolled my tongue all around it, savoring that tang of boybutt. "Ooooo yessss Billy... yessss..." My little bird was loving this. So was I! The smooth, warm skin of boyass under my tongue curved inward and deepened until the skin began to pucker in a tight circle. I licked and sucked at that tight hole, my hands stroking his thighs. My tongue flashed up and down that little rosebud, then side to side. It tightened against my tongue and then relaxed, just a bit. Then I put one arm around his groin and pulled him tight to me as I pushed my tongue in where it belonged. In that boypussy. I shoved it in and then began to wiggle the tip of it, touching as much of the sides of his boytunnel as I could. Tight and tasty. I turned my face so I could eat him from every angle. Then I pulled my tongue out, all the way, and slowly pushed it back in. Tonguefucking always sets a boy on fire. It must be knowing that a part of him that is never entered is being eaten, actually being tasted and pleasured in a way some boys only dream of and some boys never know. No matter how young, tonguefucking gets a boy's juices going. And the juicer the boypussy, the easier for this big cock of mine to enjoy the inside. I was eating a young asshole that was welcoming my tongue and begging for more. Lennie moaned and pressed his ass to me. I moved my tongue in and out, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, listening to the cooing and whining of a twelve-year-old in heat. He was wiggling his ass against my face, trying to get as much tongue in as possible. I felt how hard his dick was as I moved my hands to hold both of his hips. After a little more of this feast of boy, I moved a finger to the tip of his cockhead to find some of his precum. I straightened up and used the same finger to get a little of my precum. Then I worked that finger into his hole, pressing with a little more force than I had with my tongue. His tight sphincter opened a little more, and my finger was surrounded by warm, moist, pure boy. Opening his hole by moving my finger around a little more, I used my other hand to stroke my own cock. It was hot to the touch, hard as a steel rod. I hadn't been that hard in a long time. I spit in my hand and then on his boypussy, and then I aimed for my target. His tight boyhole disappeared as my big fat bulb of a cockhead pressed against it. And then I entered. I opened him up. I could feel that tight circle of muscle, protesting all the way, stretch around my cockhead as it moved in. And then it snapped shut around the crown of my head. "Aaaaaaaahhhh... o fuck oooooo..." I knew it had to hurt him some. But if I'd fucked him before, he'd known that before he came in. My big knob was keeping that little hole open in a way that wasn't supposed to happen to good boys. And he felt so nice and warm inside. I waited for a minute, letting Lennie get used to my dick in his butt, and then I began a ride to the bottom of him. A long, slow ride all the way down, way down into the insides of a horny boy who wanted every inch of mancock. Slowly, spreading that tissue in there wider and wider as I moved in, taking over this boy's ass. Moving in down deep and feeling that boytunnel gripping my dick tight, tight tunnel opening slowly oh yes sweet boyass yesss... It seemed like a long time, maybe longer to Lennie than to me, until I reached the bottom of him. My seven inches must be pushing way up there inside of him. I pressed my whole body tight against his young ass and gripped his hips tight to pull him into me. I sighed long and deep. Such pleasure being in a tight boyhole! I enjoyed being surrounded by the heat of his insides and listening to his moans. They were loud in the beginning, but soon they began to get quieter. And in another minute they were moans of pleasure. A boy with a mancock up his ass! That would make any boy sing! I began to fuck, then, pullling up almost all the way and sinking back in hard. It forced a grunt of out him when I hit bottom, but otherwise he was making a little groaning sound. I didn't go fast, but I went hard. Pretty soon, when I hit bottom, my little birdie began another song. "Ofuckyea... fuckyea... yea... fuckyea..." There was a slapping sound, too, getting louder each time I slammed my body up against his ass. It was like sinking my old dick into a tight, hot sleeve of silk, a glove that fit my cock perfectly. In and out, and I started moving faster, too. Pumping my cock into his young ass like I was drilling for oil. My hot dick racing back and forth over his young prostate... "Ofuck... yea... yeaaaa... fuck..." I knew it was going to happen soon. That old familiar tightness inside a man that means all hell in going to break loose, a hard cock is ready to fire, balls are getting ready to explode... "AAAAwwwww fuck!" And that time it was me. I yelled so loud I could still hear it in my ears as my cock shot manjuice into this boy, filling his pussy with hot cum, seeding him, owing him... "Billeeeeee..." I fired hard again, and I could feel my cum building up inside him... again so hot fucking boyass so hot... unloading my big balls into this boy... again o fuck fuck yeaaaa... When I was finished, my legs were shaking so hard I had to hold on to Lennie's hips to keep from falling over. He was breathing loud, but my gasps almost drowned him out. I felt his body relax, and when he fell onto the bed I fell beside him, my dick popping out with a loud wet sound. I just lay there, trying to control my breathing. My cock felt cold now, away from that hot place inside him... Lennie raised up on one elbow, his eyes still glazed from the sex. He smiled and moved his hand onto my chest, running his finger through the hair. I was wet with sweat. He leaned in to kiss my cheek and kept making little circles on my chest with his fingers. "It was so good, Billy," he whispered. "I knew it would be. Always is. But this time... this time was even better. You made me shoot again." He wiped a little cum off the sheet beside him and fed it to me on his finger. I wanted to tell him what a good fuck he was, what a great cocksucker he was, what a beautiful boy he was... But I couldn't catch my breath yet. He lay his head on my shoulder. "I think it's Roger tomorrow, Billy. He's cute. He's only seven, but he wants so much to be fucked. He's always so happy when he's been with you." I guess I drifted off to sleep. The sun was just starting to come through the window when I woke up. I was alone in bed. I ached all over from... Was that a dream? Did I really fuck a twelve-year-old boy last night? Those dreams are going to be the death of me! I sighed deeply and moved to get up. My hand rested on a damp spot on the sheet next to me. I touched it with a finger. Licked my finger. Got some more to taste. Cum. Not mine. I recognized the taste. I knew it. Remembered it. It was from him. While I was fucking him, he shot his young boyjuice on the bed. Lennie. Did he say Roger?