It is not my intention to offend or shock, so if you are underage or it is illegal to read adult material where you live, please exit, otherwise enjoy, remembering that this is fantasy sex and contains practices which are unsafe in the real world.
Thanks for all the comments and encouragement, let me know what you think and how far Billy should be pushed.
Mike pulled off his belt, and snapped open his flies. He grabbed Billy's head and pulled his face into his crotch. Billy could smell Mike's underwear. The smell of sweat, piss and mancum hit his nostrils and made him almost faint with excitement. He could feel the massive cock beneath the stained material, he began, instinctively, to lick and chew it. Mike moaned. Fuck this boy was good. Pushing his face further into his groin, Mike stroked his Billy's ass with his thick leather belt. Billy felt it and pushed out his smooth, plump bubble butt even further, feeling the leather and the erotic tug of the weight on his balls.
"My God", thought Mike. "The boy really wants it. This is like a fantasy come true"
Part 2
Mike looked down at the handsome face pushed into his crotch, the boy's tongue and lips making the material transparent, displaying his lewdly hard cock. The boy pushed out his smooth, tight ass, pale against the rest of his tanned body, as Mike played the leather belt across it. A wicked thought crossed his mind, how far could he go with this man? He strained his cock, concentrated, forced his muscles to work. Suddenly, beneath the boy's hard working tongue and lips, the wet patch got much bigger as Mike let out a short burst of hot piss, soaking the material. The boy moaned, a deep, sexy guttural moan, and clamped his mouth over the leaking head, sucking up the hot, sweet liquid. Mike's head swam; the boy released Mike's cockhead from his soaked CKs and clamped his lips over it. The boy's eyes looked up imploringly, greedily, and Mike with an equal moan of pure lust, let go the full force of his golden, hot piss.
Billy's body ached, his mind raced with sexual possibility. All the frustration of his sexless teen years seemed to be released here with this embodiment of pure sexual desire. He'd cum once, an enormous, copious, burning load yet still his weighted balls ached with lust, his asshole felt on fire, his ass longed to feel this stud's leather belt or hand, his nipples stood rock hard, wanting more and more abuse from this man's large, rough hands. But the scent of the stud's crotch, as his hands firmly pressed his face against the sweaty, stained underwear had temporarily blotted out all other desires and thoughts. He licked and chewed greedily, heady on the slight scent of piss and the day's sweat. Then, as though the stud could read his mind, that faint scent had become a patch of pure sweet manpiss, Billy knew one thing, he wanted more and now, ass pushed out, balls swinging obscenely beneath him, his slutty lips clamped round the man's swollen cockhead, he got what he craved. He gulped down the constant stream, letting his tongue play over the piss slit, feeling the hard flow of hot piss. Fuck it was so SWEET. Sometimes, alone at home, in his protracted jerk off sessions, he'd drunk his own, but now it seemed that nothing had ever tasted this good.
The flow stopped, and Billy just began to start sucking the distended cock head, flicking it with his tongue, when the guy pulled it out. He looked up, the stud smiled wickedly.
"You like my piss?" He asked. Billy nodded, tried to get back to the cock, but the guy pulled away.
"Then you'll like my ass too", he said huskily, he turned, pulled down his workpants and CKs and bent over. Billy bent closer. Fuck! It was like the distillation of sex! Spreading the stud's buttcheeks his sniffed deeply. A warm, scrotal almost fungal smell of pure, feral sex hit him. The warmth drew him in, he could see the tight pucker of the guy's asshole, the smell brought back the images of the nights when he'd fingered his own butt hole, desperate for sexual release, then sniffed and even sucked his own finger. Billy closed his eyes, breathed in deeply again, pushed out his tongue, and first running the tip round and round the rim, then rolled the tip and pushed home, feeling the tight hole give way and give access to his urgently pressing tongue.
It seemed like a feast. Something Billy could never have too much of. Sometimes he lapped, getting the whole butt crack sopping wet; sometimes he rolled and jabbed, fucking the stud's musk-scented hole with his tongue. The guy moaned, urged him on with filthy talk. Called him a whore, an asslicker, his bitch. Billy worked his own ass, making his weighted balls swing, feeling his own asshole burn, twitch and pucker as he tongue-fucked this incredibly sexy stud. Finally, Billy pulled the hole apart with two fingers and studying the exposed butthole dived his tongue right in. The stud reached back, pressed Billy's head firmly against his butt then ground his ass deep onto the boy's face. It was too much, he looked down to see Billy's second, no-hands cum load spurt across the floor between his legs. The musky, creamy juices were added to, seconds later, by Mike's own first orgasm - shot after shot splashed heavily onto the floor and wall. He pushed harder against the boy's long, searching tongue and bellowed as his orgasm seemed to connect his dick, balls and asshole in an endless circle of pleasurable, pulsating fire.
Mike looked down as the boy, without prompting, cleaned up the pools of thick, mixed jizz from the floor and walls. The lad's own cock and balls still seemed obscenely distended. Fuck, had he inexhaustable supplies of sticky, creamy boycum? Would he never satiate the boy? He looked down at his own, still rock hard, veiny member. A last drop of cum threatened to drop to the floor, but the lad had seen it. He squatted there watching it, looked up at Mike imploringly. Mike nodded and the lad rushed forward, darted out his tongue to catch the thick, syrupy droplet, then, in one remarkable movement, swallowed Mike's 9" uncut cock down to his balls, then began to move his lips up and down, from root to tip, his mouth obscenely swollen by the thick pole of flesh.
Mike withdrew, stepped back, and began to strip. The boy watched, cock twitching, and with audible moans as he revealed the hairy, muscular chest and legs, the thick, veiny arms and hard, smooth butt. Mike's ballsac hung low, the two lemon-sized nuts swung heavily. His cock snapped almost vertically to his belly. He stood naked, legs apart, wearing nothing but his sweaty worksocks. He felt like a purely sexual animal. God how he needed to fuck.
He picked up the belt and gestured the lad to come over. He did, his own weighted balls and cock slapping lewdly up and down as he walked. Mike ran the belt over the boy's body. Catching his rock hard nips with the belt tip, running it over his swollen balls, his pale, firm, hairless ass. The boy trembled, breathed deeply. Mike wanted to fuck the boy, wanted him as his own completely. Wanted to possess him.
"I want to fuck you boy" He growled deeply.
"Please, please fuck me." "Get my ass red hot, then fuck me".
Once, in the men's room at the back of garage he'd visited on a trip with his parents Billy had found a porno mag. He'd seen porno before, of course, even gay porno. Last summer a guy had even let him in an adult bookstore on his brother's ID, and he'd seen lots. But this mag was different. S&M. Guys tied, beaten, spanked, whipped. He'd hidden it in his bag and used it for months to fuel his jerk off fantasies, he'd even tried whipping his own butt, though it never seemed that good.
Billy's words were like a switch being clicked in Mike's head. He bent the boy over, saw the pale globes of his virgin asscheeks, raised the belt and brought it down. The boy flinched, let out a deep, throaty moan. A welt, rose-red and angry, rose across the firm ass.
"You need more?" Mike asked.
"Fuck yes, please Sir, beat my ass and fuck me. Please Sir I need it so badly" Billy demanded urgently.
The boy took 12 strokes. His ass red hot, at last he begged Mike to stop. But Mike could feel the boy's hard cock against his thigh. Mike was hot. The boy's ass was lewdly striped with red, he wanted to eat it, fuck it, and whip it more. He gave it one last, hard smack with his hand, then pulled the boy round, knelt, parted his butt cheeks and dived in
Fuck the boy tasted good. He tongued the hole deeply. While reaching round he found the boy's hard nips and pulled and pinched them. The boy's moans got louder, his "Yes, yeses" got more insistent. The boy was ready. Mike stood. Placed his cockhead against the boy's wet gaping hole, gripped the boy's slender hips and in one move pulled him back onto his rampant, rocklike cock.
A deep, animal like groan escaped from the boy's throat. A cry of pure lust mixed with pain and desire. As he thrust in the boy pushed back, instinctively picking up the rhythym of animal fucking. As he fucked him, Mike attacked his nipples, pulling, twisting and stroking them. The boy was almost weeping with desire. With one swift move, keeping the boy impaled, he twisted him round, pulled the boys legs up round his hips and ass and strode to the sinks.
The cold sink cooled Billy's redhot, whipped ass, made it feel somehow even more erotic. Billy wrapped his legs round the stud's flanks and leant back giving him even more access to his virgin hole. In all his fantasies he'd never imagined it this good. His nipples stood out like chips of rock, the stud bit them, twisted them, the pain and pleasure contorted Billy's face, and his moans grew more and more urgent. The boot, swinging back and forth between his legs, beneath the sink, as he was fucked, dragged down his swollen balls, stretched them and made them exquisitely painful. His whole body throbbed with the dull, burning beat of pure sexual longing. The stud picked him up again, walked over to the urinals, and flipped him over, controlling him totally, almost casually. Now on his knees, ass up, face almost in the trough as the stranger started fucking him for real. Deep, hard, penetrating thrusts that got to the base of Billy's bowels. Opening up the very core of his guts, scraping in and out, playing his prostate like an instrument. The moans turned to short hard grunts, the exquisite pleasure turned to pure animal lust. The fucking opened him up, controlled him, and took over his whole being. He wanted it to continue forever.
It was the smell and groans of the boy that turned Mike on. The pure feral smell of two men rutting, the pure sexual power of holding the boy impaled on his erect cock and striding round the restroom. The sight now, of the boy's reddened butt, pushed lewdly up, his head inches away from the piss-stinking trough, the smell, the groans, the feel of the boy's open, hot, wet ass, knowing that he owned him, made this sex the best he'd ever experienced. The boy was near to cumming. He knew that. He was too, had been for 10-15 minutes now. But he wanted the boy to cum first. His thrusts got deeper, harder, more animal the boy shook and sweated beneath him, but still he pushed his ass back, meeting Mike's thrusts measure for measure. The boy began to tense. Mike reached round, grabbed first one nipple then the other. Finally both. The boy groaned as he twisted them roughly, Mike felt the spasming in the boy's ass, fuck yeah he was cumming.
"Fuck yes, cum you bitch, I'm gonna make you cum, gonna make you shoot your seed. You can't stop me, I own you, you are mine"
He pulled out, and spinned the still-spurting boy round, the look of desire on the lad's contorted face was enough to send him over the edge. He pulled the boy's mouth and face to his wildly twitching cock, felt the lad's hot breath on his cockhead and came. Spurt after hot creamy spurt of ball juice, erupted onto the boy's wildly erotic face. Six, seven, eight heavy powerful shots. The boy caught some in his mouth let the rest drip from his face, his hair. He sat back and grinned like a slut at Mike who grinned widely back, watching the cum drip onto the boy's erect tits, watched as the boy licked it off his fingers, scooped more up and licked again. All the time catching Mike's eyes and smiling like a slut, a whore. Fuck, Mike loved this. They looked at each other. Tired, sweaty, satiated, yet still, deep in their eyes, still full of desire.
Thanks for any comments, thoughts, suggestions. Where should the story go now?