Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2018 15:51:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Darrell <lpwimsey@yahoo.com>
Subject: FINDING BILLY CRANDALL (Young Friends)

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        It was the summer I turned 17. Another Sunday of enduring all the
church related activities in the church where my father was the minister. I
sang tenor in the choir so I was garbed in my purple robe, piously intoning
the various responses as called for. From my vantage point in the choir
loft I could see everyone in the congregation all of whom were people I
knew. My father had just started delivering his sermon when I spotted
him. Someone I didn't know, and someone who was beautiful. He was only a
boy but looking at him sitting next to some woman who must be his mother, I
saw him as a gift from the gods, a shaft of sunlight coming through the
stained glass window making his curly light brown hair glow with a saintly
halo. Under my purple choir robe my always eager teen-age cock was hard
from looking at this boy. I was in love.

        Now I must say that at this time I was not particularly fond of
boys younger than I. I was perfectly content with an occasional playdate
with friends from school. We did the usual boy/boy sex play, but it was
just fun and a mutual release of the omnipresent male sex drive of a
teenage boy. But looking at this vision of perfection, I knew I had to find
out who he was and prayed that he was new in town and I would be able to
see more of him. Somehow.

        I couldn't tell exactly how old he was, but I was guessing 11 or
12. But at that moment, his age was irrelevant. I wanted to be lying on a
bed with this boy naked next to me. I wanted this more than anything else
in the world at that particular time and place.

        When we stood for the final hymn, I noticed that he was nearly as
tall as his mother who I guessed was a bit over 5 feet tall. He was slim
and I guessed he might be at that awkward stage of growing too fast to know
quite what to do with his body. I wondered if his child-cock was growing
too. How was I going to meet this boy?

        After the final "Amen!" I left the choir loft as quickly as
possible and shed my choir robe and headed for the sanctuary to see if I
could find this young god. I was somewhat surprised to see his mother
talking to my father with the boy handing by looking uncomfortable as only
a pre-teen can. I arrived on the scene just in time to hear my father say,
"We're delighted to have you as part of our congregation, and I'm sure it
will be no problem to have Billy stay at the parsonage during the day while
you work, at least until you can make some permanent arrangement." Did I
hear that right? Maybe there is a god after all. This vision of loveliness
was going to be at my house for a whole day? My cock which had somewhat
deflated roared to life again just thinking of the possibilities.

        "Oh, here's my son now. Danny (that's me), this is Mrs. Crandall
and this is her son, Billy. They have just moved to town and she is going
to be working as a paralegal for Mr. Duncan. She doesn't want to leave
Billy at home by himself in a strange town without knowing anyone, so he's
going to be staying at the parsonage during the day for a while until
arrangements can be made." I tried to keep the ecstatic joy off my face as
I said, "That's terrific. I'm sure we can find things to keep both of us
occupied." I was named after a character in the Bible who survived a lion's
den. Now I was going to be the lion and I was going to devour Billy
Crandall.

        That night I could hardly sleep because the visions of Billy
Crandall kept floating into my head. I had found out he was 11, soon to be
12, going into 7th grade. Although I had tried not to stare at him while he
was standing next to his mother, I noticed that he had beautiful blue eyes,
and lips like a cherub from a Raphael painting, innocent and pouty, a
combination made in heaven for sure. Once when I looked over at him, he had
given me a shy smile showings perfect white teeth. No wonder I my cock was
hard all night.

        Monday morning I was up early and took care to dress in what I
hoped would be a seductive manner. I wanted to love Billy Crandall with
every fiber of my being. About 830 the doorbell rang, and my father went to
the door, with me following close behind. I could hardly wait to see him
again. I gave a slight gasp when I saw him. Billy was wearing tight white
nylon shorts and red tee shirt, both of which looked like they were a size
or two too small. And on his feet he had flip-flops which showed a pair of
beautiful feet with cute little toes. His shorts showed a bigger bulge than
I would have expected to see on an 11-year-old, but right at that moment I
didn't care.

        After Billy's mother left my father asked what I had planned for
the day to do with Billy. "Oh, nothing definite," I replied. "I thought
we'd go up to my room and I'll dig out some games and we can play games,
and maybe watch some TV." I did have definite plans, but I wasn't going to
tell my father that I had determined to get Billy naked and show him what
sex was all about.

        We went upstairs to my room and I got out the checker board. Billy
knew how to play checkers and he indicated he wanted to be red. I would be
black because I had an evil heart who wanted to do wonderful, horrible
things to this innocent boy. We sat or sort of sprawled on the rug and
started playing the game. Billy had kicked off his flip-flops, and as we
were lying in opposite directions, his feet were just a few inches from my
face. I was finding it very difficult to concentrate on checkers. The only
thing I wanted to jump was Billy Crandall. As I looked at his beautiful
feet I asked, "Are you ticklish, Billy?" "No,' I don't think so," he
answered. "Let's find out," I said as nonchalantly as I could manage.

        I reached over and began to rub his feet. They were soft and sexy
and I wanted to kiss them. I didn't right then because I didn't want to
scare him off. I was determined to make love to this boy, but I wanted him
to beg me to do it. I continued to rub his feet and he lay back and relaxed
as the fantastic feelings swept over him. "Ohhhh. That feels so good," I
heard him say softly.  I looked up from the feet I was massaging and
noticed that the bulge in his pants was significantly bigger than
earlier. "Danny," he said. "Do you ever have your pee-pee get hard for no
reason?"
        I was a bit startled by the question so early in my seduction
plan. "Yes I do. Why do you ask?"

        "I'm getting hard now from having you rub my feet. It just feels so
good."

        "Do you ever play with your cock (that's a much better word than
pee-pee) when you get hard?" I asked the question hoping that the answer
would be yes.

        "I do but sometimes I keep from touching it because I got scared
the other day."

        "Scared? Scared of what?"

        "I was playing with my pee-pee, I mean cock, and some whitish stuff
came out. I think I may be hurting it inside or something."

        I had to stifle a laugh because I remembered the first time I had
been able to cum. I was younger than Billy when it happened but fortunately
had a friend who had told me what to expect. I was thrilled, not only was
he a beautiful boy he was beautiful boy who could shoot boy cream. "Not to
worry, Billy. Nothing is wrong. That's what happens as you get older. It's
what makes you a man. Sometimes it doesn't happen when you're as young as
you, but it can. I make the white stuff all the time."

        "You do"? he smiled in relief. "I was so worried, and I didn't want
to tell my mother."

        It was time to take the plunge and see how far this little
seduction could go. "There are lots of things you can do to make your cock
feel good. It makes producing the white stuff (we call that cum) feel even
better. I can show you if you want me to."

        There was hardly a pause before his answer, "Oh, yes, Danny! I
would like that very much."

        As soon as I heard that I started kissing his little toes. I had
never done that to anyone before, but I knew I wanted to taste this
god-like angel from his toes to his head and back again with a few stops in
the middle. I sucked on each of his toes and soon he was practically
writhing on the rug. I started rubbing his calves and worked my way up to
his thighs. I did a short but efficient feel of his now hard cock on my way
up to his chest. I had him sit up a bit so I could get his tee-shirt
off. His skin was so soft and hairless, and his nipples were a light brown
on his beautiful lustrous skin. I leaned over and kissed them and gently
sucked on them. Bille groaned in ecstasy. He obviously had sensitive
nipples.

        I moved up to look in his beautiful blue eyes. He laid back and as
if instinct told him what to do, he pulled me toward his face and our lips
met. I wasted the warmth of his pouty, cherubic mouth and without even
being aware of what I was doing, I started probing his mouth with my
tongue. After the briefest of hesitation he returned the favor and our
tongues were having a duel in which we were both winners. I discovered that
deep kissing would make my cock hared than ever. I needed to get out of my
jeans.
        I moved my hand down Billy's smooth chest and slipped it under the
elastic of this tight white shorts. I felt the very beginning of pubic hair
and then my hand touched his hard cock. It was a respectable 5 inches, cut,
no doubt he would be larger than that as he grew older. I gently rubbed his
cock with my hand. He moaned with the enjoyment that came from someone
else's hand on his cock.

        "Let's move up to the bed," I said in a whisper. "I was to see you
naked."

        "I want to see you naked too, Danny."

        We both stood up and helped each other shed the clothes we had
on. Billy's nakedness took my breath away. He was perfect in every
way. "Turn around, Billy," I requested. He slowly turned and showed me his
little bubble butt. Like the rest of him it was perfect. I sat down on the
bed and pulled him toward me. I turned him over on his stomach and looked
at the feat before me. I rubbed his butt cheeks and spread them apart. I
had never rimmed anyone before, but right now I never wanted anything
more. I wanted to love every part of this child-god's body. I kissed each
cheek multiple times, and then placed my mouth on his little pucker. My
tongue seemed to have a mind of its own as I tasted the boyish muskiness of
his beautiful hole. Billy was now moaning continuously evening in the new
sensations he was experiencing, I turned him over on his back, and saw his
5 inches of hard cock standing straight up. Without hesitation I bent over
and sucked him into my mouth. He was moving his legs around on the bed, and
I knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his cum into my mouth. This time
he could shoot and not be working about harming himself. He would know ti
was a naturalizations and wonderful thing,

        I didn't have long to wait, He was soon thrusting into my mouth,
doing that fucking action that comes so naturally. He gave a little squeal,
"Ohhh, Danny!" And I felt the spurts hit my roof of my mouth, and tasted
the sweetness of his boy cum. I swallowed eagerly. "You swallowed it." he
exclaimed. "Yes, Billy. that's what you do.  You'll soon learn." "Today?"
he asked. "Probably," I replied.

        Billy only came to our house every day for a couple of weeks, and
then his mother decided that he could stay by himself. I would go over to
his house and we would suck and fuck until we were exhausted. Billy looked
like an innocent child, but he was a demon when he was naked. It was a good
summer to be alive and in love.