Where's Willy?
By Sebastian Fforde
(MB, oral, anal)
This story is completely fiction. Well, most of it is, anyway. If you aren't interested in reading the kind of sexually explicit stories you might find on Nifty, then you can stop right now. But if you ARE interested, then read on.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.
Chapter 6
It was a gloomy, cloudy day and it was starting to rain. As I navigated the usual bus route I took to get to the abandoned drive-in, I seriously considered giving up and going back to campus. I had gone faithfully every Saturday since Kaleb had shown me Willy's message stuck onto the concession stand wall. Faithfully? Make that religiously – every Saturday I went there to worship cock.
But in this weather? There probably wouldn't be any men for me to service that day. Still, there was no point in turning back. I was almost at my stop. I decided I'd wait around for a half an hour and then return to my dorm if nobody showed up.
I didn't have an umbrella, but I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt. I pulled up the hood to keep my hair from getting damp as I trudged across the empty drive-in, making my way to the forlorn-looking ruins of the old concession stand.
To my surprise, there was someone waiting for Willy when I got there. I was even more surprised when I saw how young he looked. When I entered, the boy was sitting quietly on that filthy, stained mattress, looking up at Willy's porn-and-cum collage on the wall.
He looked to be about fourteen or fifteen and he had unruly, wavy blond hair. His hair was getting long, but it didn't look like he was trying to grow it long. It just looked like the boy badly needed a haircut. I'm sure the humid, drizzly air didn't help the kid's hair much, either. It was kind of cute the way the kid's hair was all mussed up, sticking out at all angles. Immediately I felt a strong urge to run my fingers through his unkempt hair.
He was wearing a faded black t-shirt, dirty sweatpants and a pair of beat-up sneakers. I suspected the boy probably lived in one of the nearby housing projects.
Despite the unruly hair and worn-out clothing, this boy was actually very attractive. It was going to be a pleasure sucking the kid off. But I wanted to do more than just suck the boy off. I wanted to try to kiss him – if he would let me.
As I entered, the boy looked up at me.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," he replied, his voice almost a whisper.
"So you want a blow job?" I asked.
The kid hesitated. "Uh, actually, I kinda wanna blow you. If you don't mind."
I smiled. "Sure." This was the first time anyone had actually offered to suck me off. Then I sat down onto the mattress next to him.
"You know," I said to the boy, looking deep into his eyes, "I think you're really cute. Would you mind if I, um, kissed you?"
The boy responded by slowly moving closer to me and putting his hands on my shoulders. I studied his face very closely. He had refined, delicate features, and his eyes were grey, not blue as I imagined they would be. He had a few freckles spattered across his cheeks and nose. His lips were quite red.
The boy's hand slowly moved down from my shoulder to my lap, where my own hands were resting. He held my hand gently as he closed his eyes and moved in for the kiss. I closed mine. My heart was beating very fast. This was the first time anything even remotely romantic had happened to me in that lonely, abandoned concession stand. I couldn't believe what was happening to me!
The boy kissed with restraint, but he kissed gracefully. His lips parted slowly and our tongues met. The boy was still holding my left hand, but I could feel his free hand moving slowly towards the swelling in the crotch of my jeans.
I let go of the boy's hand and gently caressed his face, holding his cheeks in my hands as I pulled him closer for another kiss. This kiss was a little less restrained, and I could hear the boy gasp a little as my tongue found its way deeper into his mouth, feeling the kid's teeth before reaching his own soft, wet tongue.
I couldn't help but open my eyes, getting a close-up view of my young lover's face. He looked about as radiantly happy as I felt, with his eyes blissfully closed as he enjoyed our kiss. Then he slowly opened his eyes. I could see his black pupils widen as I looked deeply into those mysterious, grey eyes.
The moment our eyes met – so close together – was electric. I knew the boy felt it too, because I felt a shiver run through his body at that very moment. My hands moved from his cheeks to his hair. Finally I was running my fingers through the boy's wild, blond locks. He mewed a little like a cat when I did that. His own hands were now running up and down my back, now holding tightly onto my shoulders.
The boy leaned back, pulling me down onto the mattress with him. I was now on top of the boy, kissing him passionately. I thanked my lucky stars that I decided to brave the clouds and rain to go to the drive-in that day.
Then the boy began to squirm, and I could tell he wanted to switch positions. I rolled onto my back. Slowly, he worked his way down to my jeans and began kissing my hard cock through the denim.
The boy gently began to undo my belt and unzip my jeans. He pulled the waistband of my underwear down and began to gently lick the head of my cock, wiggling his tongue in the slit. I gasped with pleasure. Then the boy wrapped his lips around the head of my cock and slowly began sliding up and down.
I showed the boy that I was enjoying the blowjob by gently pushing his head back down onto my cock. He started sucking faster and harder. He looked like he was enjoying himself, too.
"Keep it up, you're doing good," I encouraged him.
As I lay back on that ratty, stained mattress, I couldn't believe my good fortune. I had become so used to servicing men that I had never even let myself relax and enjoy a good blowjob – and from a very hot boy, no less!
The boy kept sucking for a while, and then he stopped. He looked at me with those intense, haunting eyes.
"You can fuck me if you want."
"Yes, I want to fuck you," I told him.
He fumbled with his belt and then got his pants and underwear down, revealing a reasonably-sized cock for a boy his age, with a little fine downy pubic hair. I reached down and touched the little tuft of hair. It reminded me of when my own pubic hair had been like that – pale, straw-colored, soft and straight. In a year or two it would be thick and wiry like mine. His stiff cock twitched a little when I touched it.
The boy got himself in fuck-ready position, getting on all fours on the mattress, his little ass held high in the air. I spat into my hand and began to stroke my dick, my own saliva mixing with his.
I was about to put my dick into his asshole when I realized that he would need a little lubrication. Instinctively, I got down and put my face to the boy's ass and began licking.
"Mmmm!" The boy moaned with pleasure as my tongue wiggled in and out of his little pink hole.
There was a wild, musky scent that came from the boy's hole as I stuck my tongue inside it. The scent and taste of his ass got me even harder. I could feel his tiny, cute little sphincter tense and relax as I teased it with my tongue. I was getting really excited and ready to fuck.
"Go ahead! Put it in!" he whispered eagerly, waving his butt around in the air. I got into position and began to push my cockhead against his tight hole. It didn't seem to want to go in. The angle wasn't quite right. I moved a bit lower.
I didn't want to admit to the boy that I didn't exactly know what I was doing. "It's not going in," I whispered. "Can you kind of guide it in for me?"
"Okay." He reached for my cock from behind and guided it towards his hole. I began to push my way inside. Finally, with a little pop my dickhead slipped in.
"Aah!" he gasped. It didn't seem to hurt him, though. I got the sense that the boy had done this before.
I started thrusting, but he squirmed and got away from me. He turned around and inspected my cock.
"We need more juice" the boy said thoughtfully. Then he opened up, leaned forward and let my cock slip inside his mouth.
I was a little surprised that the boy was ready to suck my dick again, especially since the tip of it had just been inside his ass. He didn't seem to mind, and he worked hard to get my dick nicely covered with spit so we could resume.
This time he kicked his sneakers off and took his pants and underwear off completely. Then he rolled onto his back with his knees up to his chest. I penetrated him and began thrusting. The boy's tight hole gripping around my cock felt incredible.
I could tell from the look in the boy's eyes and his slightly parted mouth that he wanted to be kissed. I leaned forward. Our tongues met. I could feel his hot breath mixing with mine. I touched his teeth with my tongue. It was so exciting to be exploring such private parts. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Our saliva mixed. He leaned back. I leaned forward. It was incredible.
I started to fuck him harder. I was starting to lose control. Then I heard the boy begin to whimper, and his face was all scrunched up like he was in pain.
"Do you want me to slow down?" I asked.
"No!" he moaned. "Harder!" I gave it to him harder. I jerked him off while fucking him. Then he pushed my hand away, began jerking himself off wildly for about thirty seconds, yelped like a puppy dog and then pulled away from me. My dick popped out of his asshole as he collapsed onto the bed. He looked ecstatic. He had just cum.
I didn't know what to do, so I just knelt there, planning on jacking myself off until I came. The boy looked at me quizzically.
"Why did you take it out?"
"I thought you were done," I replied.
"Yeah, but I still want you to cum inside of me. Can you stick it back in?" Then he lay there with his ass wide open, waiting eagerly for my cock. He looked adorable.
"Gladly."
Slowly I penetrated the boy again. He could tell I was using restraint – I was afraid of fucking him too hard. The boy was quiet for a while, but once I got into a good fucking rhythm, he began whimpering loudly. I was worried that he might be in pain, so I stopped thrusting, my cock halfway inside him.
"Don't be afraid of hurting me," he instructed. "I'm not gonna break. You got a dick, so use it!"
I started fucking him again, slowly working myself into a frenzy. The boy continued whimpering, moaning, and breathing very heavily. So was I.
I could feel my cock ready to burst, and there was no stopping now. I roughly shoved my cock deep into his ass and held it there as I pumped my sperm into him.
When I pulled my cock out of the boy, and saw how red his face was, I felt just terrible. I had lost control, and used him like a piece of meat.
I stroked the boy's hair lovingly and whispered softly into his ear. "I'm sorry, kid. I didn't mean to be so rough."
"That's okay, I didn't mind."
We stayed on the mattress together for quite some time. I held onto my sexy blond boy very tightly, nuzzling his neck and licking his ear. I was very happy. This was one boy I didn't want to let go of. I was determined to make this more than just a brief encounter.
"I really like you," I whispered softly into his ear. "I really like you a lot."
"Me too." The boy paused. "I mean, I really like you too. Nobody's ever treated me like you. Nobody has ever kissed me like that. Or held me like this. I could totally fall for a guy like you."
That was a good sign! I got a little bolder. But I still feared rejection.
"If you would like," I said a little nervously, "you could be my boyfriend."
"I'd like that," the boy whispered. Then he turned to face me, pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. Really hard. The boy's grip was incredible as he held me close, his open lips pressing forcefully against mine and his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth.
When the kiss broke, I pressed my hand to my lower lip and then looked at it. Yes, the boy had kissed me so violently that my lower lip was now bleeding slightly.
"Well," I said, overjoyed with happiness, "if we're gonna be boyfriends, I think we should be on a first name basis, don't you? My name's Sebastian."
"Oh. Hi Sebastian."
I waited for the boy to tell me his name, but it looked like he wasn't about to.
"Well, you know my name now. But I still don't know yours."
"You know who I am." The boy looked down at his worn-out sneakers and the concrete floor. He would not look up at me.
I was confused. Where could I have known him from? This was the first time I had ever laid eyes on the boy.
"No I don't. I have no idea who you are or what your name is."
The boy slowly looked up at me. He looked like he was about to cry. Then he turned and glanced at Willy's disgusting porno and cum collage on the wall, with the message offering to service any man who wanted to use him.
"If you don't know who I am," the boy asked quietly, still not looking in my direction, "then why did you come here?"
I must have been really stupid, but it took me a full minute for me to comprehend what the boy was saying. When I finally figured it out, I was overcome by emotion. I pulled the boy close once again, kissing him passionately with my bruised and slightly bloody lip. It was a passion I had never known before. I wrapped my arms around him and we fell back onto the mattress again.
"I want to hold you forever," I whispered to the boy.
"Please don't ever let go," he whispered back.
"Glad to finally meet you, Willy."
The End
Did you enjoy my story? I hope you did. If you like, you can check out my other stories on Nifty: Jonathan Casts a Spell in the High School section, Kai and the Ghost Boy in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section, Tanner's Talent in the Adult/Youth section, Movie Theater Blowjob in the Encounters section, Smelly Sneakers for Skyler in the Young Friends section and Skyler Gives a Foot Rub in the Adult/Youth section. If you want to get to know me a little better, feel free to email or chat with me, or check out my MySpace page, which is http://www.myspace.com/sebastianfforde. My Yahoo ID is sebastianfforde.