Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 09:00:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack deGropier <jackdegropier@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boi Whore Part 3

One lunchtime, a few days after that amazing encounter with the boy
whore, I found myself once again sitting on the park bench, wondering if
I would ever see him again. A man of about my age, well-dressed and
carrying a briefcase, came and sat on my bench. He took a sandwich from
the case and started munching.
"I see you've met Billy the Kid," he said casually.
"Wh-what?"
"I saw you the other day going off with Billy. He's something else, isn't
he?"
Immediately, I panicked. Here was I, a middle-aged schoolteacher,
respectably married, and a complete stranger was talking to  me about the
first boy I had ever been with. A plain clothes cop trying to entrap
pedos? He must have seen the look on my face, for he said:
"Relax, man, I'm not the  law, just a fellow BL."
"BL?"
But even as I asked the question, I knew the answer.
"Boy lover," he said. "So, what did you think of our Billy?"
"Erm, he's, well, he's a very attractive boy," I said lamely.
"Attractive? He's the best! Did you fuck him?"
"Look," I said, "I don't know you, and I am not happy talking with a
complete stranger about such things."
He laughed.
"Sure, I understand. Anyway, if you want some more action and you want to
meet like-minded guys, come to this address, Friday evening, after 9 pm."
He handed me a card, and with that, was gone.
"Ganymede Club" and an address. Just that. Except for a line drawing of
one of those classical Greek figures of a beautiful boy, a head of curls,
a wisp of cloth just covering his sex, and a prominent butt that seemed
to be sticking out provocatively. Damn, I felt my cock stir. There was no
doubt, I was as hungry as ever for boy love. Your first boyfuck does that
for you, makes you want it more than ever.


A plain door, with a Ganymede card pinned to it, a plain building in an
unremarkable building in a rough part of town where I had never ventured
before. I hesitated and then knocked timidly on the door. The man from
the park opened to me.
"Glad you could make it! Come on in. The show's just about to start."
He took the admission fee from me.
Show? I had no idea what to expect and looked around for clues. A room
with tables, a bar, drinks, about twenty men, most of my age or older
sitting drinking chatting. At the end of the room a raised stage with
soft spotlights. My host showed me to a seat where there were three other
guys, and then he went up on the stage.
"Put your hands together and get your cocks out for our very own Billy
the Kid!" he exclaimed.
And there he was, my wonderful boy, standing in centerstage, grinning and
waving. He was dressed in a transparent white tunic, the kind that the
Greek boy on the card was wearing. All the men cheered, and I noticed how
they were all fumbling to get their cocks out.
"Come on, man," said the guy next to me, "Get it out and up and
throbbing! You know how Billy loves it!"
The host went over to Billy and removed the tunic to a huge cheer from
the men in the room. Then he offered his cock to the boy, who eagerly
grabbed it and began stroking it lasciviously, the way those slutty women
in porn movies do. Only a thousand times more skilfully. And with genuine
enthusiasm. It was a sight to behold. All round the room, guys were
holding their cocks and licking their lips. I was no exception. This was
my kind of scene.
We could see precum oozing from our host's cock already. Billy took it on
his fingers and proceeded to lubricate his boyhole with it, the grin on
his face broader than ever.
"Go on, Billy!"
"Get it nice and wet for us!"
"Go for it, boy!"
The host then grabbed Billy and hoisted him in the air. The boy wrapped
his legs round the man's waist and held on tight. I watched in awe as our
host reached under and guided the tip of his cock into Billy's well-oiled
little lovehole.
"Go for it!"
"Fuck him!"
"Give it to him!"
"All the way!"
I noticed that our host was not smiling now. His face was red, his
expression set, as he concentrated on fucking the young whore. I was
stroking hard now, overcome by the beautiful sight they man and the boy
presented to my hungry gaze. Soon, our host came, thrusting deep into the
boy and then withdrawing completely so that we could get a good view of
Billy's distended lovehole and the mancum oozing from it. Everyone was
cheering and shouting as he lowered the boy to the floor. Billy turned to
the audience, clearly loving being the center of attention. The impish
grin played on his face once again.
"Fuck, that was good!" he said. He reached under himself to gather some
of the man's cum on his fingers and licked them greedily.
"Yummy!" he said. Then:
"Who wants to be next?"
There was a chorus of shouts from the crowd: "Me!" "Me!" "Over here,
Billy!"
"One at a time, you horny boifuckers!" he said.
With that he came down from the stage and started to gyrate like the
whore he was in front of one man after another. The host had put on some
suitable music, and I noted with pleasure how gracefully Billy moved to
the rhythm of the music.
"OK, cocks ready, guys! Here I come!"


He was as good as his word. One after another, he took the men any way
they wanted. Some wanted to suck his stiffy, others wanted him to jack
them off. others still weren't content till they had him impaled on their
cock. One after another, that accomplished little slut of a boi whore
used all his skills to bring these hungry men off. It was clear thathe
loved his work, the he loved MAN COCK, that he loved cockplay  in all its
wonderful variations. Sometimes I managed to catch a glimpse of his butt
as he lifted himself off some guy's spent cock. The sight of that pure
and innocent-looking boy butt, its hole distended and man cum oozing from
it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my whole life. I felt
the tension rising within me as he came closer and closer to my table.


And then, there he was, standing in front of me, his fists on his hips,
his stiff pointing straight up in the way that young boys' erections
always do. Of course he recognised me at once. He grinned and threw
himself on my lap, straddling me and shuffling  forward to accommodate my
cock inside him. I guided it into his hole, I couldn't believe how easily
it slid into him, but then realised that it had been stretched already by
about twelve hard cocks. But for me, he was still beautifully tight,
gripping my cock expertly as he alternately tensed and relaxed the
muscles of his pretty boy sphincter, dragging it over my cock to bring me
off. Yes, my darling boy was tight and amazing, nothing like the slack
gooey ugliness of a woman's cunt.
"Good to see you again, mister," he whispered.
"You too, Billy. I love you, you know that."
"Yes, I know that, mister. Now, fuck me hard. Please!"


It was over all too soon. I slumped back in my seat as he moved away to
the next man. I felt totally shipwrecked once again. He had a way, this
wicked boi whore, of using his lovehole to SUCK the seed out of a man's
balls. And he had sucked me dry. Totally.
At an appropriate moment, I got up, thanked my host and made to leave.
"Enjoy it?" he asked
"Marvelous!" I breathed.
"Come next Friday if you can. We have some new boys starting with us."


Something to look forward to! When I got home, my wife was still up.
"How was your meeting?" she asked, not that she was interested in an
answer.
"Boring, you know how it is."
Boring, yes, I had bored into a beautiful slut of a boy. And one thing
was for sure: she would never know "how it is". No woman can even begin
to imagine how beautiful is the love between a man and a boy. But more
and more men are discovering that boylove is the only real love, the best
sex in the world. Amen to that.

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