Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2008 19:26:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: dreamcat_dave@yahoo.com
Subject: The Cheese Stands Alone (Chapter 2)

THE CHEESE STANDS ALONE
CHAPTER 2: THE RAT TAKES THE CHEESE

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CHAPTER 2: THE RAT TAKES THE CHEESE

I had spent the rest of the weekend hating myself the way only an
adolescent can.  I had been so turned on by Billy that just his touch had
caused me to prematurely ejaculate in the theater, much to his amusement I
might add. All through that weekend I had also evolved an almost obsessive
goal to see up close the massive penis that I suspected was hidden under
that bulge in his pants!

The next Monday Billy rode his bike over to my Dad's store after school. I
had a job working for my Dad after school at his business, mostly cleaning
up the place, sweeping the store and the warehouse, and occasionally
helping him out with sales when things got really busy.

Billy told me that he wanted to talk to me privately, and so I took him out
to an old storeroom my Dad had at the back of his property.  It was sort of
an old shed constructed of wood and aluminum panels, and it was chock full
of crates and old equipment that hadn't worked in years.  A vine grew up
one outside wall, and sent a few yellowed tendrils inside between the wood
panels.  Everything was dusty, and there were places that wood panels had
fallen away, leaving some of the junk he stored there exposed to the
weather.  But that day it was just short of becoming a heat box.

"Why did you leave that that?  Why did you run away when my brother got
home?"  His face was serious.

I had no idea what to say to him.  Could I tell him that I was too
embarrassed, because I had it so bad for him that every time he even
touched me I shot a load in my shorts?  And part of me wondered why, if he
was so worried about it, that he hadn't gotten in his car Saturday night
and followed me down the street instead of waiting until now to talk to me.
I decided that he too, must have needed some time to get his own head
together.

"Is it cause you didn't wanna jerk off with me?" Billy stood there sweating
profusely.  It was damn hot in that shed.

Billy pulled off his shirt and hung it on a sawhorse near the entrance.  He
was wearing a pair of tan shorts, with no belt. He had a fine covering of
downy blond hairs, now pasted to the sweaty skin on his chest that sort of
swirled around in the cleft between his pecs. The way he wore his shorts
hanging low off his hips I could tell he was proud of the trail of hair
that ran from his navel, on down.  These were a favorite pair of his that
rode low on his hips and exposed the top waistband of his boxers.  This
always drove me crazy with desire as when he sat in just a certain way, you
could easily see the evidence of his most considerable endowment.  We both
chucked our t-shirts in the heat and I admired the way his fair skin tanned
so nice and easily.  My own skin tanned even easier, but that usually comes
with a darker complexion.

"Huh?" I reacted to just how far off base his guess was.  "No, I was just,
just. . ." I thought about it and then just answered honestly, "I was just
embarrassed about shooting my load so quickly."

Billy suddenly smiled, "Yeah, dude, you are the fastest shot in Texas."  He
took off his shirt and hung it on a sawhorse my dad had left standing by
the entrance.  Then he set down a Penthouse that he had stuffed into his
back pocket.  I hadn't noticed it until then.  He took out the centerfold
and pinned it to a small nail on a post next to a long crate

"Do you want to jerk off?" he asked.

"What?" I said.  I had suspected this was about to happen, but the reality
of it still surprised me.

"Jerk off."

"When?"

"Now," he said.

"Here?"  I looked around at all the crates and junk stored in the shed
surrounding us.

"Yeah.  Come on, it will be freaky."  He smiled eagerly. A droplet of sweat
glistened as it emerged from a cluster of pit hairs and ran down Billy's
side.

"I don't know."  I felt myself getting a hard on.  I wanted more than
anything else to see his dick, but now that I had the chance, part of me
got scared, real scared, mostly because I also realized, that he would also
get a chance to get a good look at mine too.

"Come on.  I've never jerked off with anyone.  Come on."

"Yeah, but here?"

"We can hear if anyone is coming." he said, "So, we going to do it?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess, if you want to," I said, then glanced nervously at
the door.  Billy went over and closed the old sliding door and then braced
a board against it that would serve to keep anyone from opening it.  As he
made his was over to the entrance I noticed rivulets of sweat trickling
down his muscular back.  There in the center, between his shoulder blades
was the tattoo Billy had gotten when he was only fourteen. Droplets of
perspiration clinging to his dark blond hair disappeared as he shook his
head like a wet dog.

My dick was hard.  I waited for him to do something.  We were looking at
each other with somewhat dopey looks on our faces.  Both of us were
extremely aroused at the thought of what we'd just agreed to do.  I know I
was more than a little nervous and embarrassed about it though too.  Billy
had the look of an athlete preparing for an event.  He didn't look nervous;
he just looked like he wanted to win.

"Well," he said, "If we're gonna do it, let's do it before you blow butter
in your shorts again!"

"No I'm . . ." I started to say, but he interrupted me, laughing.

"Okay, I got a bet for you.  We both jack off, and whoever shoots first has
to do three things for the winner."  He held up three fingers, "Count
'em. Three!"

I hesitated.  My dick had only one setting, Rapidfire!  Even on a good day
I tended to shoot pretty quickly.

"You're just chicken cause you know you're gonna lose.  Hell I bet you pop
if I just . . . " he grabbed for my arm and I instinctively pulled away.
He laughed again.

"Come on," he said again.  "We'll do it together!" And then he began to rub
his crotch through his shorts.  The outline of his boner straining against
his shorts told me he was already fully erect.

I really wanted to see his dick up close and personal, and here I was on
the verge of finally getting to see it.  I nodded my head in agreement,
knowing I would probably lose the bet, and wondering just what he had up
his sleeve.  Still I would also get what I wanted, to finally get to see
Billy's dick.

Then he pulled down his shorts and boxers and out sprang his hard on.  I
couldn't help but stare.  His penis swung over and pointed toward his left
hip once freed of his shorts and that started a response in my shorts. I
had seen photos on the internet of guys with curved dicks, but never one as
curved as Billy's was.  He was also circumcised, which didn't surprise me
since most of the guys I had seen were.  Except for some Hispanic guys I
hadn't seen any other uncut guys like me.

He saw me staring at it and said, "Yeah I know it looks broken, but it
works just fine."  Then added, "My brothers is the same way," he smiled, "I
guess it's in my genes."

"Not anymore," I joked nervously making a wordplay on "genes" and "jeans".

Billy's dick bobbed a bit as he walked back from hanging his shorts next to
his shirt.  He had a thick shock of dark blond pubes and low hanging balls
sprinkled with scraggly hairs.  My own balls were still very smooth.
Hesitantly, I pulled my shorts down and then pulled my tee shirt over my
head.

He stared at my erect dick.  Then looking up from my small penis to my
face, he exclaimed, "Fuck, Peter, I knew you were small, but damn, how
small is that thing?  Have you ever measured it?"

"No," I said frowning.  That was a lie of course, I had measured it about
every fucking day since I started growing hair around my dick, ever since I
had realized that I was smaller than other guys.  "How long is yours?"

"It's seven inches even." He looked down confidently at the ample measure
of meat standing out from between his legs. "And I measured it last night."
He laughed.

"Can I touch it?"  I said it out loud.  The thing I wanted more than
anything in the world was to actually make contact with Billy's dick.

"What?  You wanna do me for a minute?" Billy asked. "Um... yeah, sure," he
agreed, "but the only rule I have about this stuff is that if you do
something to me, then I can do it to you."

"OK," Pee Wee agreed, grinning.

Billy grinned back at me and let go of his dick.  He then pushed his crotch
out and said, "Sure, feel it all you want."  Immediately I reached over to
take Billy's big dick in my hand.

The difference between my own diminutive prick and Billy's big shank was
only accentuated as I wrapped his hand around Billy's cock and began to
slide it up and down.  His penis felt enormous in my hand!  "You dick is
really huge," I said out loud without thinking.

"Compared to yours it is!" Billy said, grinning.  I could tell from his
grin that Billy didn't mean to make fun of me, he was just being frank
about it.  It still stung a little bit.

Then he took my pecker in his hand and then put a couple of fingers around
it. A part of me loved it, and a part of me was ashamed at how much smaller
mine must feel to someone with a big dick who was used to jacking himself
off.  But when Billy smiled as he wrapped his fingers around my smaller
shaft and started slowly stroking me I knew for sure that Billy hadn't
meant to hurt my feelings before, only to tease me a little.

"Thanks a lot!" I said sarcastically, blushing slightly again. We were both
getting so fucking hot. I was anyway.  Sweat was pouring down off my face,
dripping onto the floor.

"Feel good?" Billy asked, in a slightly intense tone. I could feel myself
getting closer and closer to coming already.  I know that Billy could see I
was already struggling to stop a premature ejaculation and as he slowly
stroked me.

"Oh yeah," I sighed.  It felt so much better than when I used my own
hand. Billy smiled broadly and went from real slow to real fast, and in
about three strokes my muscles locked up, and a thin streak of cum shot out
my dick out onto the crate and all over his fingers. Billy grinned. I
moaned again, knowing that I would forever be branded as a premature
ejaculator as well as a tiny dicked teen.

"That was hot," he said.  "You shoot pretty far."  I suspected that it gave
him a feeling of power over me to be able to make me cum so quickly.  Billy
looked at my watery cum on his fingers, I think he was comparing it to his
own, then added, "And now we know for sure," he laughed, "You are always
that quick!  You lasted what, twenty seconds?"

Billy grabbed up my shirt and wiped the cum off his fingers onto it, then
tossed it over to me laughing.  "I guess we better stop now," he said,
figuring I wouldn't want to continue jerking him off now that I had cum.

"Oh..." I wasn't sure what to say.  I was disappointed.  I had wanted to
see him shoot his load.

"Unless you wanna keep going, and make me cum?" Billy asked.  And then he
said something that rattled me completely.  When he said it, I realized
that my deepest darkest secret wasn't a secret after all, and that Billy
Jakes knew all about it.  "I know you sucked your older brother, Troy.  You
wanna suck mine?"

"How did you . . .?"  I started to ask.

"My older brother Jimmy was Troy's best friend, remember?"

"Oh yeah," I said.  I felt like somebody had just punched me in the gut.  I
was surprised, in a way, that Troy had ever said anything to anyone about
what had happened.  That whole series of events did nothing to cast him in
a positive light.  Basically he had molested me.  I was still surprised.
And if Billy knew, I wondered how many others knew about it too.

As is reading my mind he said, "Look I ain't gonna tell anybody.  But
honestly, Peter, it ain't like nobody else knows.  I have heard my brother
talk about it."  He paused for a moment, "Besides you have three things you
have to do for me.  We'll make this the first one."  He said it quietly, as
if he was testing his own resolve.

Without thinking, still kind of stunned, I knelt down on the dusty cement
floor positioning myself between Billy's legs.  His strong, high arched
feet supported a pair of super-defined calves and thighs rather thickly
covered with blond hair.  I was almost afraid to look directly at his cock,
which must have been only inches from my face, and instead found myself
looking up and down his legs, from the feet slowly upward along the inside
of his hairy legs, taking in every detail of them, feeling my heart beat
faster and my temperature increase. Then I took a breath and reached
forward and gently grabbed and squeezed Billy's balls and he moaned. I was
amazed just how far down they hung.

Then I leaned forward and drew my tongue up the underside of his penis,
starting at the base and licking all the way along Billy's shaft up towards
the tip, then swallowed as much of Billy's engorged cock as I could manage
and began to suck, and from the way he reacted I could tell Billy was lost
in a new wave of pleasure. Billy groaned as my mouth slid down his shaft.

I slid my hand up and down Billy's stiff shaft as I concentrated on his fat
head with my tongue.  Billy started breathing more deeply, and I felt his
body begin to tense a little.  When I drew him in I could feel Billy's dark
blond pubic hair on my face, tickling his nose.  The smell of him was
powerful and musky.

Billy sighed and gave himself over to the surge of feelings that coursed
through him as I picked up speed. He moaned softly again and placed his
hand on the back of my head, running his fingers through my short hair and
urging me on.

Billy took his cock in one hand and pressed it up against my lips.  I took
the head of his cock between my lips as his curved shaft slid into my
mouth, and I could taste him.  Ready to begin, I took Billy's dick into
further into my mouth and began to suck, very gently at first, slowly
increasing the tempo.  Billy's fingers began to twine into my hair, to
twist and pull as climax neared.  He pushed more and more of his thick cock
deeper into my mouth until he reached the entrance to my throat.  The tip
of his penis tickled, then started to gag me, and I had to slide off,
concentrating on his head while my fingers worked the base of his shaft
until he thrust me head down his shaft again.  Billy withdrew a little bit,
but then grabbed my head just like the guy in the theater had done to his
friend, and thrusted his shank powerfully into my mouth.  As he entered my
throat, I felt myself choke and I finally understood why the Hispanic boy
had made the same sound.  Even so I was determined to master the sensation
until I could take the whole of him, but my gag reflex had no intention of
cooperating.

With Billy moving his thick shaft in and out of my mouth, I started to
taste a slightly salty sap seeping out of the end of his dick in an endless
stream, substantially more than I had tasted giving blow jobs to Troy.

Billy started to move faster and again I tried taking more and more of his
cock into my mouth, this time more slowly. Then Billy started to get a
little forceful, sliding his cock all the way in and out of my mouth.
Because of its thickness, it filled my entire mouth and touched the back of
his throat, forcing me to open my jaws even wider to avoid scraping his
shaft with my teeth.  I worked desperately not to gag, despite the
sensation lingering at the back of my throat.

"Um . . . I think I'm gonna cum soon, Peter!" Billy said after a few
minutes had gone by.  He had a serious look on his face, as his nostrils
flared slightly. I felt his penis grow even more rigid in my mouth and
began working my fingers up and down the base of his rod as I sucked.  A
copious amount of boy juice was leaking from the tip of Billy's dick.
There was so much of it that I wondered if Billy had already discretely
exploded in my mouth already.  Then his dick then got noticeably harder and
fatter and the skin on his balls tightened as they drew up.

His moans took on an urgency and he writhed and I realized he was on the
edge of explosion.  His eyes opened wide and he gasped out, "Oh, man, I'm
about to come. I'm going to shoot!" and I felt Billy's body shudder and
tense, felt his balls tighten, and then Billy was convulsing in
pleasure. Billy's inhaled sharply, his body clenched and his hips bucked
upwards as his cock start to pulse and surge in my mouth.

Panted for breath, Billy tried to push my head away from his engorged shank
as he came.  I didn't understand why until later.  Instead of pulling away
I leaned in, buried his cock in my mouth and throat as deeply as I could
without gagging. Billy grunted and his cock spewed a hot salty flood into
my gullet.  I swallowed and Billy spurted again. Billy's muscles were
trembling.  A sound somewhere between a groan of pleasure and a scream of
dismay broke through Billy's locked teeth.  Each time Billy spurted, I
struggled to swallow.

Huge blasts of thick, syrupy sperm caught in the back of my throat.  It
felt like he had shot a quart of cum into me, but Billy just kept pumping
cum into my mouth. It took several big gulps to get it all down, when all
of a sudden the aftertaste of his cum filled me mouth. And I liked it!  The
thought of swallowing his seed somehow made me feel more complete.

I wanted to keep sucking and swallowing but Billy shoved my head away
again, this time more forcefully wrenching his gushing fire hose out of my
mouth, as a thick rope of semen landed in a long streak that stretched from
my chin down my neck, and part way down onto my chest.  Then Billy moaned
again as he fired another load of spunk that splattered into my face, the
main blast hit me in one eye, stinging, then another sprayed across my left
shoulder.  It was whiter, and thicker, much thicker and more voluminous
than my own more clear and watery cum.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, breathless and looking over at Billy, "That was
awesome!"

Instead of an answer, Billy shoved my head back away from him.  I landed on
my butt on the dusty cement floor. Well, I guess it was an answer, just not
the one I expected.

"Why did you do that?"  Billy asked, his voice tone wavering between
confused and annoyed.

"What do you mean?" I had been expecting something very, very different
than this conversation. "I thought you wanted me to." I had no way to
understand why Billy was freaking out.

"You swallowed my spooge!" Billy exclaimed.

I still didn't completely understand what was upsetting him, but the pieces
were falling into place.

"Why did you do that?" Billy chastised me.  And then it hit me.  Somehow
swallowing his load transformed what was happening from two regular guys
just playing around to something homoerotic in Billy's mind. He had just
had did dick sucked by another guy that he knew was attracted to him.  He
was just experiencing a moment of homosexual panic.

But then, in a manner completely typical of Billy, the moment passed, and
he reverted to his usual more upbeat self.

"Ok," he said and smirked, "That will count as your first order." Billy
smiled and looked down at me as his grin spread across his face.  "Now, are
you ready for your next one?"