Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2018 14:13:58 +0200
From: JG
Subject: Part 3 - Me and Billy - Email 3 of 3

Billy was easily the most popular boy in our neighborhood.  He was
athletic, handsome and confident.  A few of the straight guys were jealous
of him, but even they showed him nothing but respect whenever he was
around.

My stock with the other boys seemed to skyrocket when people saw us hanging
out together now that we were public friends and private teen lovers.  It
was my dream come true, really. I had lusted after him almost since finding
out what sex was and somehow, had tapped into some secret yearning he had
for a smaller, smoother, whiter boy than himself.  He loved how I sucked
his cock and relished fucking my tight hole.  I loved every second I could
spend with him, sexually and otherwise.

We did have the basis of a decent friendship. We liked a lot of the same
things.

We both loved to hike in the woods, mess around in the creeks, rock climb
or do any of the outdoor stuff in our area.  We rode bikes to the store for
Cokes and candy.  We swam at the park pool together. And we played some
hoops.

I wasn't much good at pick-up basketball games, but I could shoot baskets
well enough for Billy and I to spend hours playing "Horse" or "Pig" over at
his house until it got dark enough to slip off in the woods so I could
service his cock, or even for him to pull down my pants and give me a quick
stand-up fucking.  Many nights I rode home in the dark as the street lights
were popping on with his load still at the back of my throat or oozing
through my pants onto my bicycle seat.

Billy grew even more affectionate whenever we were alone together.  He
called me "Baby," and made it a point to start even our quick, hot "just do
me" sex in the woods with at least one long, meaningful kiss.

On sleep over nights, Billy simply rocked my world.  We usually stayed at
my place, since his was crowded with kids and one or more of them usually
ended up in his room for the night or interrupted somehow.

I was an only child and my parents had a nice place. My room was really
large with its own private bath.  Once we went up for the night, it became
our honeymoon suite. I even took snacks and drinks up there, so we could
while away the hours fucking and sucking, usually while my parents slept or
were down in the basement watching TV.

Billy was an amazing lover. On those nights, he would occasionally fuck me
five times or more.  I would wake up sore in the morning, but ready to do
it all over again if he wanted.

We locked my bedroom door, made sure to peel back the sheets and mess them
up a little so it would look like he had slept in the other twin bed beside
my own, then we would get naked and climb in bed together.  The lovemaking
would begin.

"Baby, I am so glad I found you," he told me, brushing my sandy brown hair
back off my forehead.  He looked deep into my eyes. His big, browns made me
melt.  He kissed me passionately and started rubbing his hard cock up
against my tummy.

"I can't believe how lucky I am," I said, holding his shoulders.

Sometimes the sex was just that tender, but quite often it got a little
raunchy, which I loved.

I'll never forget the night Billy was super aggressive and had me on my
knees servicing his cock. He got a ton of pleasure out of skull fucking me
and watching me gasp for air as he withdrew now and then, with huge strings
of saliva and pre-cum attached to his dick glistening in the lamplight.

"Suck it, bitch!" he snarled, skull fucking me even harder in the next go
around, flooding my mouth with his white-hot boy nectar.

I was sucking the last drops of cum from him, when suddenly, Billy pulled
me up to my feet, I thought for a tender kiss to let me know he still loved
me, but instead he pushed me into the bathroom and had me sit in the
shower.

"I gotta piss!" he growled, standing there so manly with his nearly erect
cock aimed in my direction.

It took a while, but a huge jet of steaming hot piss shot from his big dick
and all over my chest. He adjusted the aim of his firehose and started
soaking my face.

"Open your mouth and drink it!" he ordered.

I did just that and let Billy's hot piss collect in my throat before
swallowing some.  It was salty and a little sweet, not unlike the seeming
gallons of pre-cum of his I had downed in the past few weeks.

When he was done peeing on me.  He shook his cock and looked at me and
grinned.

"You like that, boy?"

"I like anything you do to me" I said.

"Fuck yeah!"

He started jacking off again and in no time was rock hard. He ordered me to
shower off and get my ass back in bed.

When I got there, he mounted me doggy style and fucked me two more times in
a row, each time filling my tiny hole with hot cream.  When we finally
snuggled up for sleep that night, exhausted, Billy let me know how special
the night was for him.

"You let me do anything I want. I love that about you," he said.

One morning after one of our sleep overs, we woke up to find that my
parents had gone out for the day, leaving us with the house to ourselves.
I fixed Billy breakfast downstairs, which he ate shirtless in just his
white briefs.  I felt like we were a couple and that house was ours. It was
a sweet moment.  Then I got a sexy idea, take Billy up to the jacuzzi tub
up in my parents' bathroom.

Billy and I stepped out of our underwear and held each other naked, kissing
passionately as the tub filled with water enough to turn on the jets.  I
caught a glimpse of us in the mirror.  My thin, pale, boyish body looked so
vulnerable in his darker, manly arms.  Maybe all the sex we've been having
had done it, but Billy looked even more masculine than when we first fooled
around at the cabin at the beginning of the summer.  His chest was starting
to sprout black hairs.  I was making love to a man, not a boy.

Billy's cock was rock hard and begging for my attention and I was only too
eager to supply some. I soaped up one hand and massaged the lower shaft and
his awesome balls as I sucked the head. In all our lovemaking, I had
learned that Billy liked to have me twist my hand and stroke up and down,
like grinding a pepper mill, when I sucked him off. That is, when he wasn't
in a skull fucking mood, which was about half the time.

Already, big blobs of pre-cum was oozing out of his piss slit and I
relished every drop. I turned on the jets and gently massaged his balls
with my soapy hand and pleasured him.  He caressed the back of my head and
lifted his hips slightly out of the water before letting go and filling my
mouth with sweet cum.

Then Billy grabbed my dick and kissed me deeply, not caring one iota about
tasting his own cum in my mouth.  That used to be a thing to him, but it
wasn't any longer.  As he kissed he began stroking me in earnest and I
began to feel a powerful orgasm boiling from my nuts.  Then he stopped his
kisses on my mouth and continued them down my neck.  He kissed my chest,
then my stomach and finally engulfed by cock head in his mouth.

I would never have dreamed it. Billy Dean was sucking my little faggot
cock! I was so close to cumming when he did it, I lost all control and I am
afraid blasted him with my load, which he lovingly held in his mouth until
I was completely done.  While I was still panting, he stood up and pulled
me to my feet, turned me around and bent me over.  Then he spit my load on
his big dick and entered me from behind.

I couldn't believe this was happening! I was getting fucked with my own
cum.  It was hotter than I ever dreamed.  I saw us in the mirror gain. His
hot, manly hands holding my boyish, white flesh, pounding my ass for his
own pure gratification.  I loved that scene. It will forever be etched on
my brain.

Amazingly, it didn't take the stud long to work up another orgasm and flood
by hot hole with more of his jizz.  Then he stood there, holding me with
his cock up inside me to the hilt like a conquering hero with his prize
trophy.

 I smiled at him in the mirror.

Billy smiled back at me.

"Betcha never saw that coming." He said.