This bit is mostly mine though Peter tidied it up. Always good to hear from you guys out there.
The purple passages are my fault.
Billy needs to lighten up Part 4
It was nearly half ten. While we waited we lifted Freddie up onto one of the benches and stripped down his jeans and shorts to have a look at his cock. He was still semi-comatose. Rick held it in his palm to examine the wound.
"Be O.K. What d'you think, Jake?"
Jake took hold of Freddie's cock and squeezed it. "Fine. Pity, though. I could sure have used me some fun with this."
Rick grinned and started to unbutton his fly. "Substitute available?"
"Do you think I'm ready to move up a size?"
They both laughed. I didn't know what to say; it was pretty obvious from their gestures what they were talking about. We fetched some beers from the fridge. With Freddie stretched out on one of the benches the three of us bunched up together on the other. For me, there was something magical about it. Sitting there with a bottle of beer (I mean, drinking straight from a bottle, not using a tumbler, how cool is that?) with a mate on each side of me and just chatting about things. Made me feel at home in way I had never been home before. Rick leaned over, rubbed his hand across my stomach and asked if anything was happening yet. I shook my head, no. Then Jake stretched over like he was going to do the same except he grabbed my balls instead.
"Anything happening down here then, Billy boy?"
I turned to face him and grinned. "Soon will be if you keep at it, Jake, my man."
And guess what I did? I couldn't believe myself. I stuck my hand between his legs and groped him! We sat there for a minute, feeling each other up, both of us responding boyfully to the ministrations of the other.
"I am so fucking horny," exclaimed Jake.
Rick said that we'd better do something about that and he started rummaging about amongst the things in Freddie's chest. With a cry of triumph he produced this odd looking object. It was black, about nine inches long and thick as a coke can. It had funny looking bulges at the base and a queer top, like a helmet like the Germans wear in war movies.
"Excellent. Knew he had it somewheres. Wanna loosen up before you take on the real thing?"
Jake grinned and started to strip off his denims and his briefs. Clearly something was exciting him for his penis was already curving away from his balls which themselves were drawn so tight under the shaft that they stuck out deliciously. You have to hand it to Jake, he has no problems with nudity; doesn't care who sees him in the scud, doesn't even care if he springs a boner. You've just got to admire him. Rick muttered something about 'loob' and dived back into the chest. Meanwhile Jake finished stripping off and leaned across the table, head in his hands, ass pointed in my direction. Now, this next bit you will not believe. Believe me, you won't. Rick squirted something out of the bottle he had found onto the odd black thing and then .... Oh shit, pardon my French, but ... well... he began to poke it into ... into Jake's anus. I stared with a horrid fascination. Poking a boner up somebody's ass is believable. I mean, I have shit out some pretty mean turds myself, some of them almost the size of my own boner, so a boner up my ass is within the realm of the possible. But this black thing, it was just humungous. I mean, can you imagine getting a coke can up your ass? That would be like giving birth through your anus, it just wasn't built for that sort of thing. Nonetheless, slowly Rick worked it in and out, pausing every so often to add more stuff from the bottle. While he worked away at this, Jake would sometimes throw his head back and just let out a low moan. Whether of pain or pleasure I could not be sure. Had to be a mixture of the two, I figured. There were times it almost looked like the whole damn thing was going to disappear into Jake's body.
"Hope Freddie's still got that smaller dildo for opening up Billy boy ..." murmured Jake in a voice that seemed to come from the back of his throat.
Opening up? Billy boy? OMG! It suddenly felt very hot and stuffy in this trailer. I had to get out of there, find some place cool before I passed out, had to refresh myself, even take a dip in the sea maybe. While Rick was still very much preoccupied with wheedling that monster thing up Jake's you-know-what, I grabbed a few towels, excused myself and stepped outside the trailer.
Instantly I felt better out in the fresh air, even if it was a warm night. It cleared my head but I still felt a little queasy in the tummy. I strolled down to the beach and along the shore. Then the bottom fell out. Suddenly, very suddenly, I felt sick with this 'time to go' pain down in my tummy. Whooosh! Like I'd never whooshed before. I struggled with my belt, tore at the zip, lifted my left leg to pull off my trousers, toppled over onto the sand and shat all over - well, all over everything but mostly over me. It poured out. It kept gushing like a foul Niagara. And it stank. I had to be thankful that this had not happened in the trailer. It would have been unfit for human, or any other habitation, for months. Years.
I threw down the towels, kicked off my trainers and walked into the sea, clothes and all. The water wasn't as cold as I had expected. I got in knee-deep, then pulled down my soiled pants and underwear, sat down on my bum, and got my clothes off completely. I rubbed the fabric together, swirled it around in the water, in an attempt to rinse off most of the shit. My T shirt had been tucked in my pants. Better clean that too. Off it came. After cleaning my clothes as best I could, I got out the water and threw my wet laundry on the beach, then headed back in the water to clean myself thoroughly, starting with my crack.
The bright moonlight flickered across the waves making silver flashes that lulled and soothed. I swam around for a while before heading back up the beach to find my clothes. I had been walking along the shore line searching for them, when I heard voices. I looked up to see three figures, further up shore, must have strolled right past me. In front were two boys, maybe men; tall, well built, striding out purposefully. Behind them was a smaller, younger figure who dragged his feet as if reluctant to follow. He stopped and looked back straight at me! God, I swear he saw me, bare- naked! I held still.
"I forgot the loob" he told the others. They stopped.
"You fuckin' what?"
"Forgot the loob, I'll go back and get it, you guys go ahead."
"Never mind, lets just go."
"No I'm going back, see you guys later, in the trailer"
"Suit yourself."
Anxiously, I watched the two bigger boys resuming their walk, while the smallest one headed back. Then, when he was right across from me, he stopped and turned to face me.
"Nice cock" he observed, smiling broadly.
I blushed because my cock was like an expanding telescope rising up to seek out the stars. My heart was pounding, scared, excited, something.
"Are you Tark Tawney?"
OK, don't push it; I admit that after seeing the pics on the mobile his was a face (?!) I wasn't going to forget.
"Yeah, I'm Tark. Don't know who the fuck you are but you sure as fuck are pleased to see me.."
He laughed, smiled broadly. He shucked off his jogging pants, pulled his top over his head and nodded his head towards the sea.
"Skinny dip? Last in gets fucked first!"
He raced past me. For a second I hesitated; to take part would be a tacit acceptance of the bet. A second later I was off in pursuit. Well, you work it out. Fucked first meant something happened second. No?
We played around in the water. We chased each other, raced each other and sometimes even embraced each other. When he saw me venture out, away from the shore, he shouted a warning that the beach shelved suddenly, became suddenly deep. Then he would disappear from sight until moments later I felt something brush along my scrotum as he swam between my legs. We were instantly at one, immediately comfortable in one another's company. I sensed from the moment that we splashed into the water that I liked him, I trusted him and that he returned these feelings towards me. I had never, ever felt like this before. And I didn't know this guy! I don't believe in 'love at first sight'. But I do think we can sense empathy, accord, in that first glance, that first touch, that softness and warmth in the voice as it first speaks. I don't know how long we were for the water was still warm yet cooling after the stuffy heat of the day but eventually he reached out to take me by the hand and lead me towards the shore.
The tide was coming in and the waves lapped and frothed along the beach. At the water's edge Tark stopped, turned suddenly towards me, drew me to him. Placing a hand behind my head he pulled me to him and we kissed. There was salt on his lips, on his tongue as it darted between my lips to explore the surface of my teeth, push back to brush my tongue. Following his lead, I held his head and crushed his mouth on mine, hungry for the taste of him. It seemed forever. Then he took me by the shoulders and together we lay on the damp sand where the tide lapped. Kissing still, our hands explored each other's bodies with an eagerness that overwhelmed us, engorged us both. I felt his hand gently stroke my balls, his finger run along the underside of my penis, encircle the ridge of my cockhead, brush back and forth across the piss slit. I copied his every sensuous move like an innocent seeking knowledge. And then his hand moved across my buttocks, gently pressed and squeezed before his fingers swept the valley, lingering briefly at the entrance that he sought before passing on and back and forth again. With his index finger he began to probe with an exquisite gentleness that made me swoon.
"Am I your first?" he breathed into my ear.
I answered with a kiss, for no words would do.
"I'll be gentle."
While one hand worked to and fro on my anxious cock, the fingers of his other hand eased and prised. Occasionally he took a finger to his mouth, sucked hungrily upon it before using his spittle to rub around and into my boy-butt. Caressingly, his middle finger joined his index, eased within me, scissored gently as he prepared me. Suddenly he rolled me onto my stomach and, moving across my body, his tongue replaced his fingers. The cool waters flowed around me, the moonlight cast a silver sheen on all around us and, from the distant trailer came a sound of drunken song. Carried to us on the moon-mild wind its distance lent enchantment, tempered it so that it seemed a serenade and not a ribald ditty. He entered me slowly, carefully, with the care of a considerate lover. There was pain, delicious pain of ecstasy, as his thickness passed into me. I bit hard on his mouth, making him laugh as we kissed. We fucked. At first slowly, so that his hardness seemed to hang motionless inside me, then more urgently, with fiercer, quicker strokes, he drove his boycock home. All the while he licked and kissed and bit my neck and murmured love. I felt a surge of passion with each drive of his hips upon me. And then he threw back his head, let loose a mighty sigh and sent his boymilk deep within me. Then we embraced in long, slow kisses as the tide seethed around our damp, hot bodies.
Time hung in the beauty of the night. We talked quietly. I told him about me and Jake and the lost mobile. He grinned when I told him I'd seen him in action. We speculated about what might be going on, up there in the trailer. Certainly it sounded like the beer was flowing. The offending video dealt with, we decided beer and sex was certain. In my head I saw it all play out; one Tawney brother, seeing Freddie's cock was out of action, turning him over to violate his ass; the other, teamed with Rick, giving Jake the fuck of his life. I knew Rick was hung heavy; I guessed both Tawney's were his match. In my mind I saw spit-roasted Jake, eyes wide with surprised delight as he was skewered between these heavy-hung studs. They plunge and thrust until it is as if their cocks meet deep inside Jake's quivering body ...
"Now you?" Tark shook me gently by the shoulder and asked with fuck-me eyes. He lay on his back, drew me to him and placed his ankles on my neck. His hands parted his cheeks in invitation to the fuck. I spat on my hand, rubbed spittle on my cock, rubbed more into his puckered perfection and eased forward.
"It'll be OK. You're bigger than me but ..."
He drifted into silence as my cock did its work, said more than either of us could say. I fucked him hard, relentlessly, with the enthusiasm of the beginner, the climber who sees his first summit within reach. I did not linger. My boycum flowed into him like water bursting from a ruptured dam.
I pulled from him and collapsed, exhausted by a passion greater than I had ever known. Running my fingers through his hair I brushed my lips against his, moved my mouth to murmur at his ear. But he shook his head and, drawing me back to his hungry lips, he devoured me. Relentlessly the sea drove forward, thrashing and foaming all around us as if it too had cum and cum and cum.
We sat up. Side by side, hand in hand, we looked across the waters to where, on the distant horizon, a band of silver blue told of the coming dawn. Soon a flood of red would rush across these waters towards us as the sun woke to recognise my discovery of love.
"... love you, Tark ..."
He kissed me hard.
"Don't be daft. You love having sex with me. Ain't the same thing, Billy boy. Not far as I know."
I looked at him with a brief glance of disappointment before I spoke.
"So. You ready to fuck again?" I reached to check. And he was.