Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2023 13:16:20 -0500 From: None Subject: The Naughty Boys Club - Part Eight This is a completely fictional story that involves youthful boys forming a sex club. It is based in the state of Alabama, located in the deep southern USA. The story was written with grammatical errors in an effort to emulate the local accent and speech used there. The story has no plot or romance, but is purely about boys having sex. No adults are involved. Be aware that there is a great deal of profanity used in this story. Please donate to Nifty, as no other site would even consider publishing such a story. The Naughty Boys Club -- Part Eight On Saturday morning at 9:00, Billy Bob walked over to Andy's house, about three blocks away. He was wearing his swim shorts, a shirt, and carried a towel. He knocked on the door, and was met by Andy's mother. "Mornin', Billy Bob," she greeted him. "Mornin', ma'am. Is Andy home?" he asked. "Yes, he is," she replied. "I was think'n we might go to the swimm'n hole, since it's so hot," he said. "Let me ask, but I think he'd like that," she said with a smile. Billy Bob was invited inside, where he anxiously waited as Andy's mother went upstairs. After a few minutes, she came downstairs, followed by Andy, who was also wearing swim shorts and a shirt. "Hey, Andy!" Billy Bob cheerfully said. "Hey, Billy Bob! Thanks for ask'n me," Andy replied with a bright smile, remembering the time Billy Bob had saved his shorts at the swimming hole and never made fun of him. Not used to anyone asking for his company, he was happy and excited. "Now, you boys have fun, but make sure Andy's home for lunch," his mother cautioned. "Oh, I'll see to that, ma'am," Billy Bob assured her. Together, they walked to the swimming hole. Billy Bob had concocted a recruitment plan made up of several small, careful steps. The first was complete; Andy was on his way to the swimming hole feeling happy. When they arrived, Billy Bob was glad to see no one else. Once there, both took off their shirts and sandals. Billy Bob then moved to his next step. "Andy, let's go skinny-dipp'n," Billy Bob suggested. "What's that?" he innocently asked. "Well, we take off our shorts, and swim naked," he explained. Looking confused, Andy asked, "what for?" Billy Bob pulled off his shorts, now standing naked. "'Cause it makes your cock feel better," he calmly answered. "That's a dirty word," Andy naively said. "Not really. It's just another name for your wiener. After all, you got one a those, don't ya?" he explained. Looking at Billy Bob's naked body, he said, "sure I do," then pulled off his shorts. Another step had been completed. Looking at Andy's naked body, he struggled to keep from getting hard. Andy was 10 years old, with brown hair and eyes, yet much larger for his age. He was as tall as Billy Bob, perhaps even a bit taller, and his cock was certainly bigger. Not only that, but he had a small patch of pubic hair, more than Billy Bob or Jimmy John, but was otherwise hairless. "Let's go swimm'n!" Andy shouted. As he turned toward the pond, Billy Bob also noted that he had a bubble-butt, with smooth buns. However, he could already tell that they weren't made of steel, like DuWayne's and LeShawn's, or even firm like his and Jimmy John's. Instead, they looked more pliable and spongy, like bread dough, but not saggy in any way. So far, so good. The dense boy might turn out to be a member, after all. They played in the pond for awhile, enjoying the respite from the overwhelming heat. "I'm naked!" Andy yelled with glee, splashing about. "I told you it makes your cock feel better, just like tak'n a bath. You like it?" Billy Bob teased. "I dunno, but it sure feels good," Andy replied with a smile. Billy Bob had moved to the next step. "Let's get out for awhile," he suggested. As they left the pond, Billy Bob stood in front of Andy, looking down, and spreading his legs. "Holy mackerel, Andy, you got a big cock!" he said, presumably shocked. "You think so?" Andy asked. "I'm 12, and you're only 10, but I bet you got me beat!" Billy Bob replied. "But we gotta find out for sure," he reasoned, setting his next trap. "How we gonna do that?" Andy asked. "I'll show you," Billy Bob slyly said. Now standing face-to-face, Billy Bob took the cock into his hand. "You ain't allowed to touch me there!" Andy objected. "How come?" Billy Bob softly asked. "'Cause Ma told me not to let strangers touch there," he said. "Well, we ain't strangers, are we? Instead, we're friends, which means it's okay to touch those parts," Billy Bob cooed. Andy's slow mind was working on the problem, but his cock was also stirring. "You see, Andy, we just put our cocks together, and see who's bigger," Billy Bob said, then pushed himself closer to him, taking both cocks into his hand against each other. Andy was stunned, yet looked down to see both of their cocks combined in one hand. "Told you so. You got me beat," Billy Bob softly said, feeling Andy's cock begin to grow. "You sure got all the other kids whooped, hands down!" he encouraged him. Andy was thrilled, seldom having anyone tell him that he was good at anything, yet also experiencing something he had never felt before, and it involved his cock. "Now we gotta see if you got me beat hard," Billy Bob said. Knowing that Andy might not understand, he jumped right into his next step. "We gotta get boners, so we can measure correctly," he said, stroking them together, but soon learning that he needed a second hand to help. Andy was already beginning to lose what small mind he had. "You know what a boner is?" Billy Bob asked. For a change, Andy said, "yah, my Ma told me `cause I get `em all the time." "You like hav'n a boner?" he probed. Feeling embarrassed, Andy said, "it makes me hurt, and won't go away, so I dunno." "It's really your balls that hurt. You know, those things hang'n below your cock, but I got a fix for that," he said, gently rubbing their cocks together until they were hard. Billy Bob calculated that Andy's hard, cut cock was about six inches long and a bit thicker than his. While not a beer can, it was certainly a bratwurst. "See, you're even bigger than me hard. You're really special, Andy," he soothingly said, deliberately bolstering his low self-esteem. Andy felt himself tensing, his eyes closing, jolts running through him, then shot several violent jets of sperm onto his chest and belly, the first hitting his chin. As Andy grunted and shuddered, Billy Bob kept stroking, milking the remainder onto his hands. Andy felt himself going weak, and his knees failing. "What happened, and what's this stuff?" he gasped, totally lost. "You just had the special feel'n. This is what your balls make and ya shoot when your cock is happy. It's called cum or sperm," Billy Bob explained. He was still holding both cocks, and saw that Andy's was still hard. He scooped a load of cum into one hand, and licked it up. "You eat that stuff?" Andy asked, totally perplexed. "Oh, yah," Billy Bob replied. "What's it taste like?" Andy mused. "Try it," Billy Bob said with a smile. Andy gathered some, and reluctantly put it into his mouth. "Tastes weird," he said. "The more you try, the more you'll like it," Billy Bob reassured him. "Did you like the special feel'n?" he asked. "It was great, but I still got a boner. Do it again," Andy naively said. Billy Bob was thrilled. "I'll show you another way to get the special feel'n," he smiled, moving on to the next step of his plan. Releasing the cocks, he dropped to his knees, and took the hard dick into his mouth. "You're be'n naughty!" Andy protested. Billy Bob slipped the cock from his mouth, looked up, and said, "you fuck'n right," then resumed sucking. Andy was in total confusion as he felt the hot, wet mouth around his cock, bobbing up and down, Billy Bob's tongue working its magic on the sensitive head. It only took a couple of minutes before Andy was breathing hard, then thrust his hips forward, and unleashed another load of boiling cum into Billy Bob's mouth with a deep groan. Billy Bob stood up. "How'd you like that, Andy?" Panting, his mind in a haze, he said, "that was amaz'n, but we're be'n naughty, and you're talk'n dirty." Billy Bob needed to explain more. "Look, Andy, we're hav'n naughty boy fun, and that means we can do naughty stuff together. You shouldn't talk dirty all the time, like your Ma taught ya, but when we're hav'n naughty fun, dirty talk is okay, and makes it even better. The dirtiest word of all is `fuck', and I wanna hear you say it," Billy Bob ordered. Almost in pain, Andy hesitantly said, "fuck." "Wasn't that fun?" Billy Bob teased. Andy smiled, then slowly said, "fuck, fuck, fuck!" "Now it's your turn to be naughty. I want you to suck my fuck'n cock," Billy Bob said. Andy sank to his knees, staring at the hard rod before him. "Do just like I did, but be careful with your teeth," Billy Bob said. His heart racing, Andy took the cock into his hand, and stroked it. He was going to be naughty, and it excited him. Taking the dick into his mouth, he started sucking. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but quickly began to enjoy the feel of it in his mouth. "That's it, Andy, suck me off," Billy Bob encouraged him. Putting a hand on the back of his head, Billy Bob urged him forward. "Go faster, Andy, and take it as deep as you can." Andy followed the instructions, sucking harder and faster up and down the rod, taking as much as he could handle before feeling like he might gag. "Oh, you're a natural cocksucker," Billy Bob praised him. Andy felt proud, and sucked with a fervor. Lost in disbelief that he had sucked Andy, and was now being sucked by the slow boy, Billy Bob lost control. "Fuck, Andy, I'm gonna shoot!" he warned. "Just hold your breath, and swallow all my shit," he groaned. Andy wasn't sure how this would unfold, but suddenly felt the blasts of hot cum filling his mouth. Doing as told, he held his breath and swallowed the goo, yet kept sucking until Billy Bob pulled the cock out of his mouth. Standing up, Billy Bob was dizzy, but panted, "you're a fuck'n ace." Andy nearly jumped for joy, a broad smile on his face. "I got another fuck'n boner. Now you gotta suck me off again," he pleaded. Billy Bob looked down, and was surprised to see a hard cock waiting for him, as well as hearing some dirty talk. He had already blown two loads, but this 10-year old was ready to dump number three, all within less than an hour. "I got another way for you to bust your shit," Billy Bob said. Andy was enthralled. "How, how, how?" he begged to know. "You're gonna fuck me," Billy Bob flatly said. Andy furrowed his brow, obviously lost. "What's that?" he asked. Curling his left thumb and forefinger into a small hole, Billy Bob pumped his right forefinger into it, saying, "that's fuck'n." Andy was totally confused. "I don't get it. How's jabb'n my finger into my other hand gonna make my cock happy?" he asked. He tried it, then said, "see, it don't work. I still got a boner." Trying to keep from laughing, Billy Bob said, "oh, no, real fuck'n is much better than that. You're gonna fuck someth'n else, and with your cock. You ever seen dogs or horses hump'n each other?" "Sure," Andy replied. "Well, that's fuck'n, and we can do it, too," Billy Bob clarified. Having come fully prepared, Billy Bob went to his swim shorts, and reached into the pocket, pulling out a small packet. He had wrapped some butter in a plastic sandwich bag just in case things came this far. It had melted, but was perfectly usable. He returned to Andy, who was anxiously waiting. "Let's go over here to the shade," he said, leading him to a large tree, another part of his plan unfolding. Billy Bob then opened the packet, and slid the melted butter around Andy's cock. "What's that?" he gasped, nearly blowing his load. "Butter," he replied. Billy Bob then turned to face the tree, bent over, and spread some of the butter on his asshole. Putting both hands on the tree, he moved his legs apart, looked back and said, "this is what you're gonna fuck." Andy stared in amazement. "But that's where you poop!" he said, completely stunned. Billy Bob knew this was coming, and calmly said, "I'm clean, and that's what makes the difference. All you gotta do is shove it in, and start pump'n like ya did with your finger, but only with your cock instead." Billy Bob had decided that he wasn't going to suggest eating ass at this point, certain that Andy would be overwhelmed and run away. Feeling apprehensive, Andy moved up behind Billy Bob and took his hard cock in hand, then guided it to the pucker, sliding it around. What was this all about? Would it really make his cock happy? "Fuck me, Andy," is all that he needed to hear, as Billy Bob took the rod and slid it into the tight opening. Jamming the cock into him full-force, Andy buried it to the balls with one thrust. Although expecting just that, Billy Bob's head flew back, yelping, "oh, you dirty bitch!" feeling the large cock pierce his ass. DuWayne's was a bit longer, yet slender, while Andy's was thicker, like his own, and he felt his hole being opened wider. "Did I do someth'n wrong?" Andy asked, now in fear, as he pulled out completely. "No, Andy. You done right," Billy Bob quickly said, his ring of fire burning a bit. "I should a explained more. You got a big cock, and that needs to go slow at first, lest ya bust the barn door wide open. Just slide it back in, but a little more gentle this time," Billy Bob moaned. Still fearful, Andy slowly entered him again. "Yah, that's better," he said. "Now, get to fuck'n me." Andy was still perplexed, but male instinct soon took over, as he began to thrust into his ass. Billy Bob reached back, grabbing Andy's hands, and putting them on his hips. "Grab hold and fuck!" he demanded. Unable to resist, Andy started pounding into him. Like a stag in rut, he pulled Billy Bob closer and tighter, fucking his ass with increased speed. He was now a goner, driving his cock into him, and slapping his pelvis against his ass. "Huh, huh, huh," he grunted with each thrust. "Oh, shit!" was all Billy Bob heard, as Andy humped his ass and delivered gushes of seed into him. "Yah, keep fuck'n, Andy, just keep fuck'n. Gimme all the shit you got!" Billy Bob groaned, as his ass was filled with Andy's third load of sperm. The heated mating continued, until Andy was finally empty, and pulled out, falling to the grass. He lay there gasping for breath, as he watched Billy Bob push the cum into his hand, then lick it down with a smile. "You're a great butt-fucker," Billy Bob said. "Guess whose turn it is next?" Andy looked at Billy Bob's hard cock, and figured where it was going, not being as stupid as others might think. He struggled to his feet, bent over against the tree, and spread his legs. Billy Bob dropped down, and gently squeezed the gorgeous buns. He was right; it was like kneading bread dough. He then began kissing and licking them, which confused Andy. Feeling the cheeks spread open, and Billy Bob's tongue working his hole, he was somewhat shocked, but it certainly felt good. "Whatcha do'n?" he asked. "I'm gett'n your asshole ready for some fuck'n," Billy Bob replied. Buttering a finger, he teased it around the pucker, then slipped it inside. Andy jumped a bit, but settled down as his tight sphincter loosened. Billy Bob worked the finger in and out, worming it around. Finally standing up, he greased his cock, placing it at the opening. "Here it comes, Andy. I'll go slow, so just relax and push like you gotta poop," he said. Andy pushed a little, and felt the head slip in. "Ooo!" he chirped, feeling the hole being stretched. Billy Bob stopped, letting Andy adjust, then slowly began sliding his dick in farther. He gently eased deeper into the hot chute until his cock was fully embedded, then slowly started to fuck. Andy took it well, feeling the rod humping into him and picking up speed. Getting no objection, Billy Bob began some serious butt-fucking. He plowed into the virgin pussy, making Andy groan. "Oh, fuck! That cunt is tight," Billy Bob moaned, grabbing his hips and picking up speed. He continued hammering the boy-ass until his balls exploded, blasting spurts of pent-up sperm into Andy's bowels. "Oh, yah, take that shit," he grunted, emptying his entire load. Once drained, he pulled out and sat down, watching Andy copy him by reaching around, collecting the seed, and lapping it off his hand. When Andy turned around, Billy Bob could only stare. He had a broad smile on his face, and a raging boner. "Suck me off!" he demanded. "Holy shit, Andy, you're a cum machine!" Billy Bob exclaimed, but got to his knees and started sucking the hard cock. Without knowing why, Andy grabbed his head with both hands, and thrust into his mouth. It was clear that he enjoyed fucking, so Billy Bob pulled off rather quickly. "You ain't eaten my hole yet, Andy. So, you gotta do that first, and then decide if ya wanna fuck it or my mouth," Billy Bob declared. He then stood up, leaned against the tree, and spread his legs. Andy was hesitant, but if Billy Bob could eat ass, then so could he. Spreading the buns to reveal his hole, Andy took a breath, held it and started to lick the opening. "Yah, that's it, Andy, work that fuck-hole," Billy Bob encouraged him. Finally needing to breathe, Andy exhaled, taking in a breath and finding that it didn't smell or taste like poop. He was relieved and thrilled. "We're runn'n outta time, Andy, so you gotta decide where you're gonna bust that shit," Billy Bob warned. Andy was now lost but, since he was right there, stood up and rammed into Billy Bob until dumping load number four into his ass. "Take that shit!" he yelped, spewing his cum into the steaming ass. After pulling out, he lay down on the grass along with Billy Bob, who slurped up the cum leaking from his gaped hole. "We been really naughty today," Andy said, breathing heavily. "Damn right," Billy Bob replied. "You like hav'n naughty boy fun?" he asked. "Fuck, yah. I never knew the special feel'n could be so good, and I get to talk dirty, too," Andy replied as if in dreamland. Billy Bob thought carefully. He had exceeded all of his expectations, sucking and fucking dense Andy. "You know, Andy, we got a naughty boy club. There's five of us, but six would be even better," he offered. "Whatcha guys do?" he asked. "There's noth'n but suck'n, fuck'n and dirty talk. I want you to join," Billy Bob said. Andy was startled. He was slow, and knew it, struggling with the simplest things in school. Now, he was being asked to join a club. "I know I ain't smart, and people make fun a me, so I don't think they'd want me," Andy pouted. "That just ain't so, Andy. Look at what you learned today. Fuck, you're great, and would fit right in!" Billy Bob said, stroking his fragile ego. Andy was thrilled. "You really mean it?" he asked. "You fuck'n right. This club ain't about be'n smart, Andy. Shit, you're the only one who could bust out four loads a cum so quick. Nobody else ever done that before. Plus, you got the thickest cock that puts all the others to shame. You're at the head a the class already!" Billy Bob continued, dragging the lure past the hungry fish. Andy smiled with delight. Billy Bob explained who the members were, when and where they met, and what the rules were. "I heard lots a dirty words, but don't know what they all mean," Andy confessed. "And why'd you call me a bitch before? Ma calls a girl-dog that, but I ain't no girl-dog," he added. Not willing to explain all of the filth, Billy Bob said, "don't matter if you know what they mean or not. Just know'n their dirty is all that counts, `cause it just makes the fuck'n and suck'n more fun. Hell, we call each other dirty names all the time, like `bitch,' but it don't hurt our feel'ns none," Billy Bob comforted him. "Let's try it," Billy Bob offered. "You call me a fuck'n slut." "Don't know what that means," Andy replied. "Just say it," Billy Bob ordered. "You're a fuck'n slut," Andy replied, fearing his tongue would be burned right out of his mouth. Billy Bob smiled, then said, "see, it don't matter at all. Now lemme try one on you." Andy closed his eyes, and took a breath, as though expecting a punch to the gut. "You're a whore," Billy Bob said. Andy had heard the word before, but it meant nothing to him. He opened his eyes, and began to breathe again. "Now, did that hurt?" Billy Bob asked. Andy was elated. "Nah, not at all!" "See, I told you so," Billy Bob smiled. "'Course, you can't tell anybody else about the club, Andy. Just imagine if your Ma heard you say'n or do'n such stuff. She'd be mighty riled," Billy Bob cautioned. "Riled? She'd wash me out with soap, beat me with her wooden spoon, then haul me out to the woodshed for a whipp'n I'd never forget, or maybe not even live through," Andy said in horror. "That's what I figured," Billy Bob said, his mission now complete, at least for the most part. Andy already had dirty thoughts going through his simple mind, even as his cock began to rise yet again. Together, they laid out the plan for Monday's club meeting before making sure Andy was home for lunch.