by Everett

The boy was walking toward me, just a few yards distant. He walked with his head down, looking at the sidewalk, intent on getting where he wanted to be; where he needed to be. He didn't see me, sheltered as I was by the wild, untended shrubbery on the weedy lawn of the long abandoned mansion. But I noticed him in detail. He was the shortest of the teens who had just gotten off their bus. All the rest had headed in the opposite direction, going up the street in a noisy clump of adolescent energy. But this boy was solitary; walking, as I said, with his head down. The powder blue baseball cap he wore couldn't begin to hide his thick mass of dark brown curls. His delicate left hand was squeezing his cock through blue denim, keeping his stream from starting until he got to where he could relieve himself.

He turned sharply to his left just as he got to the gnarled azalea, then right, making his way through the sheltering shrubbery that grew thickly there. He opened his fly as he walked, digging out his cock so as to not waste time. I stepped in front of him and cut off his approach to the small clearing we both knew. I dropped to my knees in front of him.

He stopped abruptly. "Who are you?" he asked, his hushed voice betraying more than a hint of anxiety, but he stared unblinkingly into my eyes. "What do you want?"

"Your piss," I said barely above a whisper. "I want to drink your piss."

I placed my hands on his hips, my thumbs and forefingers on either side of the hard points of his pelvic bone that stretched the blue denim of his jeans.

"Get away from me," he said hoarsely as he tried to step back. But I held him firmly preventing his retreat. Then I pulled him toward me until his exposed cock was close to my mouth.

"Stand still," I told him. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to put your cock in my mouth and pee."

I opened my mouth for him. "Go on," I said. "Lay your cock on my tongue."

Amazingly, for reasons known only to himself, if even that, he did as I asked, positioning his cock lightly on my tongue.

"Now. Pee," I manage to say. I felt his warm stream begin to wet my tongue. I moved my face closer into his crotch, forcing his cock further back into my mouth.

I swallowed.

The constriction of my throat must have unnerved him. He stanched his flow and stepped back.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't want to do this," he said.

"Please. Don't stop now," I begged. "You've got more to give me. Give me some more."

"You're sick," the boy said. He stood squeezing his cock between thumb and forefinger, keeping the flow cut off.

"Lots of people think that," I said, "but it doesn't hurt you and I want it."

I was afraid he would put his cock away and move off, but he stood looking down at me.

"I'm going to call you Bobby," I said.

"That's not my name," he answered.

"No," I said. "I didn't suppose it was, but it's a name that suits you."

"Huh?" he grunted softly.

"You look like a Bobby to me," I muttered. "It's your eyes. You have beautiful dark brown eyes."

"Is he someone you know?" The astuteness of his question surprised me.

"I used to," I replied. "A long time ago."

"Did he pee in your mouth?" my new Bobby asked.

"Oh, yes," I said.

"Did he like doing that?"

"He must have," I said. "He did it every time we got together to play around. He said it made his cock tingle."

"Yeah," this new Bobby said. "It does. A little."

"You like that feeling, don't you?"

"I guess," Bobby said.

"You want to do it some more, don't you?"

"Maybe," Bobby said. "I don't know."

"Sure you do," I told him. "You like that tingly feeling. Just do it again."

I opened my mouth and let my tongue loll out as before.

Bobby stepped close and gingerly placed his cock back onto my tongue. He still held his cock firmly which made his flow weaker than it was before. It dribbled slowly into my mouth making it easy to swallow.

"I gotta pee bad," Bobby said.

"Do it," I said. "Do what you hafta do."

He loosened his grip on his cock, holding it between two fingers, lightly, as he might hold a cigarette. This allowed the stream to increase in volume and force. Soon it became more than I could swallow. His piss filled my mouth and began to spill out onto the front of my shirt.

"Sorry," Bobby said.

"No. No. Don't be sorry. It's OK. I like it," I assured him. "Keep pissing."

I swallowed some more, but I couldn't keep up with all that Bobby was giving me. I leaned back on my heels, took Bobby's cock in my hand and directed his piss over my face, through my hair and across my shirt front. When his flow slowed I put his still seeping cock back in my mouth and swallowed what little he had left to offer.

I closed my mouth tightly around his cock. I began moving my tongue along its sensitive under side. It grew and hardened in my mouth. I sucked him and in a short time he began incipient fucking motions. I moved my hands to his ass cheeks and urged him to fuck my face harder. Faster.

His fucking became more urgent and he gasped as he thrust. I sucked harder as he fucked and fucked. In a short time I felt his small body tense. "I'm gonna cum," he said.

I responded by increasing my efforts. I swallowed the commingled spit, piss and precum that was in my mouth.

"Ohhh," Bobby sighed. "Here it comes," and he shot a stream of warm cum into the back of my mouth.

I gripped his ass harder and pulled him fiercely against my face. I turned my head in little arcs forcing him to pulse several more jets against my laving tongue.

When he stopped his fucking motions I relaxed my grip on his ass. He stepped back and his cock slipped from my mouth. He stood and looked down on me.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"You like what just happened?"

He didn't answer my question. Instead, he said, "I gotta go." He put his cock back into his jeans and zipped up. He turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," I said. "What about tomorrow?"

Bobby stopped walking and half turned back toward me. "What about it?" he asked.

"Wanna do it again? Tomorrow?"

"I don't think so," Bobby said.

I waited, hoping for the positive reply I wanted. He looked down at his shoes and again started to walk away.

"I'll be here," I said. "I'll be waiting for you when your bus stops at the corner."

Bobby kept walking in silence.

"I'll be here," I repeated after his retreating form. "You know you liked what just happened," I called after him. "Meet me here tomorrow and we can do it again."

Bobby picked up his pace and walked quickly away, retracing his steps of just a short while ago. I turned my face skyward and saw a brilliant patch of blue between overhanging branches.

"That's my good luck sign," I told myself. "Tomorrow will be a good day. A very good day."

* * *

I knew Bobby's bus stopped at the corner near the abandoned house just after two. I was in the clearing waiting for him a good fifteen minutes before it was due. The late September afternoon was sunny and warm. I took off my shirt and draped it over a nearby bush.

When I heard the approach of the noisy diesel engine I knew to be Bobby's bus, I put my shirt back on and knelt in the center of the small clearing and waited. He was careful not to make much noise as he approached, but fallen leaves and the snap of a thin branch gave him away. He paused where the path widened out and became the weedy floor of the small clearing. Then he moved a leafy bough out of his way, took one step toward me and stopped, looking me squarely in the eyes. There was nothing between us except a swarm of gnats circling in the warm afternoon air.

"I'm glad you came back," I told him.

"'S okay," he answered.

"Do you have to pee?" I asked hopefully.

"Not like yesterday," he responded.

"That's okay," I assured him. "But you do have a little bit for me, don't you?"

"Some," he said briefly.

"Good. Good," I said. "Well, why don't you take it out and walk toward me. I'd like to see it swing in front of you as you walk."

"I don't wanna do it here." Bobby's protest was mild. "Someone might see."

"It's OK," I assured him. "No one ever comes here."

"Someone might," Bobby asserted. "Over there." He nodded toward thick bramble between us and the old mansion.

"OK," I said. "If that will make you happy." I stood and made my way into the bushes Bobby indicated with that nod of his head. He followed a little way behind me. I held some some branches back to make his way easier but Bobby stopped. "Get on your knees," he said.

I looked into his eyes and smiled, but Bobby was having none of that. "Get down on your knees," he said firmly.

"Sure, Bobby," I said. "Anything you want."

"That's what I want," he said.

I knelt in the weeds before Bobby would came any nearer. Without saying more, he lowered the zipper of his jeans and pulled out his cock.

I moved my gaze from his eyes to his cock. "You like what you see?" he asked in a near whisper.

"I love what I see," I replied. "You have a beautiful cock.

"You know what to do," I said, and I opened my mouth and let my tongue loll out over my lower lip. Bobby stepped closer and laid his cock softly on the length of my tongue. After a short while he began to pee. His piss was warm and pungent and I swallowed all he gave me which, as he had warned, was not much.

I moved my hands to the top of his jeans and undid his belt buckle.

"What are you doing?" he asked, placing his hands over mine in a gesture of protest.

"I'm going to lower your pants," I told him. "I want to see your balls, and maybe hold them while I suck today's load out of them."

"I guess that's OK," Bobby said. I tugged his jeans and shorts to mid thigh.

I kissed the distended head of Bobby's growing cock and swirled my tongue over its surface. Not wasting any time, Bobby placed his hands on the back of my head and began fucking my mouth. I pulled off his cock and took his balls in my hand. Then I leaned forward and kissed and licked them.

"Suck my cock," Bobby said shortly. "I wanna cum."

"You'll come," I said. "I'll make sure of that."

"Now," Bobby asserted.

I resumed sucking Bobby, still holding him by his balls. I could feel his cock harden in my mouth. That excited me and I sucked harder. "Oh, yeah," he sighed in a near whisper.

I squeezed his balls gently and pulled his cock deeper into my mouth. I twisted my head and laved his cock, especially his glans, with my tongue.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed again. "I'm gonna cum," he added.

I was eager to eat his cum. I sucked harder, increasing the contact of his cock with my tongue, forcing it hard against the roof of my mouth. His glans puffed out even more. Then his little frame shuddered and he held my head hard against his pelvis. He jettisoned his first shot of cum near the base of my tongue. I swallowed it quickly and the second jet was soon to follow. And the third. I swallowed again. I put my free hand on his ass cheek and pulled his pelvis hard against my face. I was rewarded with a fourth and fifth shot of juice.

"Give me some piss," I said. "Wash your hot cum down with some piss."

I could sense that Bobby was trying to pee, but the attempt was unsuccessful. I leaned back creating a space between us. I looked up at his face. "That's OK," I said. "I appreciate your trying." I started to stand.

"Stay down," Bobby said.

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

"I want you down until I leave," he said.

"Do you think I'm going to attack you or something?" I asked incredulously. "I'm not going to hurt you, Bobby. That's not why I'm here."

"OK," Bobby said briefly. "But I'm not taking any chances."

"I could have hurt you several times today - and yesterday, too," I pointed out. "If I had wanted to," I added. "But I don't want to. All I want is to drink your piss and make you cum in my mouth and eat your cum. That's what I did yesterday and that's what I did today, and that's what I'll want to do tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Tomorrow. Can you come back tomorrow?"

"I guess," he said slowly. "Back here. Not out in the open. And you'll be on your knees."

"Sure," I agreed. "Back here. And I'll be on my knees, as usual."

"OK," Bobby said. He turned to leave. "And, Bobby," I said. He stopped and turned back to face me. "You're not really afraid of me. There's no reason to be."

"OK," Bobby repeated without conviction. He turned and left the clearing without looking back.

* * *

I waited for Bobby just as I said I would; on my knees in the thicket. When I finally heard his soft footfalls I looked in the direction of his approach. I saw his form through the leafy branches. He held a basketball casually between right arm and hip and he had some books in his left hand. He stopped when he saw me and looked into my eyes.

"Hi," I said. "I'm on my knees just as you told me to be."

"That's good," Bobby said. "I need for you to be on your knees. I need for you to do what I tell you to do. If you want me to come back you'll do what I tell you to do."

"Sure, Bobby.

"Got any piss for me today?"

"Yeah. Some. But I'm gonna stand back and aim for your open mouth. See if I can hit it."

"I'd rather you lay your cock on my tongue like we've been doing," I said.

"I don't care what you'd rather," Bobby said. "We're going to do it my way today."

"Sure, Bobby," I said. "That's OK. Am I OK where I am now?"

"Yeah," Bobby said. "Just stay there and open your mouth."

I watched as Bobby unzipped and dug in his fly for his cock. He took it out and stretched it a bit in the open air.

"Take out your balls, too," I asked. "You have beautiful balls."

Ignoring my request, Bobby took his cock in his two hands and aimed it at my mouth. It wasn't long before his stream splashed off my face. It hit my nose and chin before he got it dead center in my mouth.

He stopped the stream when my mouth was full. "Swallow," he said.

I closed my eyes and swallowed the piss that had accumulated in my open mouth.

"That's good," Bobby said. "I like watching you swallow my piss. Get ready for some more."

I opened my eyes and watched as he aimed his cock. After he hit my shirt front, then my chin again, he lifted his cock up a little more and was again filling my open mouth.

"Swallow again," he said, and I did as he told me to.

Then he stepped closer to me, put his cock in my mouth and emptied the last of the piss from his bladder.

"Swallow. And suck it," he demanded. "Get me hard and suck me off."

It wasn't long before Bobby was as hard as he ever gets and started to fuck my mouth. He grabbed my head and held it firmly in place while he ground his pelvis against my lips. Then he resumed his fucking motions. "Ohh! Ahh," he sighed. "Work your mouth over my hard cock and make me cum."

I laved my tongue lovingly around his cock making him moan some more. When I started to bob my head back and forth, Bobby stopped me by holding it firmly in place. "I'll do it," he said. "I'll fuck your mouth," and he picked up his tempo, fucking increasingly hard against my lips. Then he jolted and stabbed his cock as deeply into my mouth as he could. His cum was warm and slightly bitter, just as I remembered it from the two previous days. When he was finished coming, he started to put his cock back into his jeans.

"Wait," I said. "Come here. I'll clean you up."

"Whaddya mean?' he asked.

"Just come here," I said. "There might be some cum left on your cock that ought to be licked off."

Bobby looked at me quizzically but stepped close to my kneeling form. I leaned forward and licked the remaining droplet of ooze from the tip of his cock. I put his cock into my mouth again and swirled saliva over his head and shaft until I was convinced I had cleaned all the jizz off his organ. Then I lifted his cock and licked the trace of cum and spit that had trickled down his scrotum.

Bobby stepped back and looked squarely at me. "You're my own private cocksucker," he said softly. "You like being my own private cocksucker, don't you?" he asked.

"You know I do, Bobby. I love sucking you off."

"Cool," Bobby said, and he started to zip up.

"Wait," I said.

Bobby stopped what he was doing. "What for?" he asked.

"I was just wondering," I began. "Has anyone ever licked your asshole?"

"What the fuck?" he asked incredulously. "Why would anyone want to do anything as gross as that?

"Just tell me," I said.

"'Course not," he said. "That's gross," he reasserted."

"It's not so gross," I said. "Lots of guys like getting their assholes licked, and just as many like doing it. I love licking guys' assholes.

"Come closer and turn around." I said. "I'll show you how good it feels."

"What the fuck?" Bobby asked again.

"Come on, Bobby. Don't make me beg. Just turn around and let me kiss your boy cunt."

"Boy cunt," Bobby squealed. "You gotta be kidding."

"No," I said. "I'm not. Open your belt and pants."

He was slow to comply so I did it for him. I lowered his jeans and undershorts together until they were around his ankles.

"Now. Turn around," I instructed, "and bend forward." He leaned forward and I reached out and petted his ass mounds. Soft, downy, black hairs curled over his pale white ass and segued into coarser tufts that grew thicker in his dark cleft.

"You have a beautiful ass," I said. I placed one hand on each side of his crack and spread his cheeks wide apart, exposing his pink pucker. I leaned forward and inhaled deeply of the mildly funky smell. I began licking up and down his crack, finally touching his pucker with the tip of my tongue. Bobby put his hands out and braced himself against a sturdy branch. "Yes," he said. It was little more than a sigh.

Over and over again, I licked his hole with the length of my tongue. I flicked my tongue rapidly over his pucker before closing my mouth around his hole and alternately sucking and licking. "Ahh, yes," Bobby said.

I spread his ass cheeks wide and stuck my tongue as deeply into his hole as I could. Bobby moaned softly and wriggled his ass against my face.

"That feels great," he whispered. "I love the feeling of what you're doing."

"You've got a beautiful hole," I said. "I love eating ass, and yours is the sweetest I've ever tasted."

I placed a finger against his pucker and pushed, trying to enter him.

He stood upright and stepped away. "No you don't," he said. "You're not putting anything up there."

"Sorry, Bobby," I said. "Not if you don't want me to."

"I gotta go," Bobby said as he raised his shorts and jeans.

"Will I see you tomorrow, Bobby?"

"Tomorrow's Saturday." he told me.

"I'll wait for you anyway," I said. Same time tomorrow, right here, on my knees just as you like."

"Whatever," Bobby said off-handedly. He zipped his jeans and walked off without looking back.

* * *

Bobby didn't show that Saturday. I waited for him like I said I would, but after half an hour or so I lowered my fly and took out my thick cock. I spit on it and began to move the foreskin up and down over the head. I closed my eyes and saw pretty Bobby dig his cock out of his jeans. I smelled his sweaty crotch before turning him around and sniffing his asshole like the hungry ass-licker I am. I smelled his smell and jacked my cock until my cum made a white puddle between my knees.

"Maybe Monday," I told myself. "Maybe he'll come back on Monday."

* * *

Bobby didn't disappoint. I was on my knees, my hard cock in my fist, casually jacking, anticipating what I hoped was about to happen when I heard him walk softly through the undergrowth.

"Hi, Bobby," I greeted him softly when he came into view. "How're you doing?"

Bobby looked at my jacking hand. "You stated without me," he said.

"You don't mind, do you?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said. He stepped closer to me and said, "Maybe I do."

With that, he put his hand on my shoulder and shoved me backward. I tried to stand but he when pushed again I fell backward over a fallen branch. I was flat on my back and Bobby was standing over me. He looked startled. "I . . . I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't mean to . . . ."

"It's OK," I interrupted him. "I'm not hurt. Just do what you want to do."

His expression changed from surprise to smugness. He placed his right foot over me so that he was straddling my hips. Staring into my eyes, he slowly lowered his zipper and took out his cock. "This is what you want," he said, and he started to piss on my face. I opened my mouth and he directed his stream into it.

He stanched his stream. "Swallow it," he said.

After he watch me swallow his piss, he stepped over me and directed his stream to my hard cock which was still in my hand. After a few seconds he stopped pissing again. "Take out your balls," he said. "I want to piss on your balls."

Without talking, I opened my pants completely and lifted my balls into the afternoon air. Bobby resumed pissing, dousing my balls with his hot piss.

His stream turned to a dribble and died. I started to stand but Bobby said, "Stay where you are."

He looked at me uncertainly as if asking if I were still OK with what he was doing. When I nodded my assent he added in a theatrical snarl, "I'm not finished with you yet."

He stepped over me, stood beside my head and took off his pants and undershorts. He straddled me again and positioned himself so that when I looked up I could see his perfectly shaped ass. His cock was seeping precum and his hairy scrotum was holding his balls loosely as they dangled gently above my face. He began to squat. His hole opened gradually as he lowered his hips directly over my mouth. When his ass touched my face, he balanced himself by circling his knees with his arms.

"Eat it," he said.

He sighed when I kissed his open hole. "Eat it," he repeated.

I licked my tongue over his opening several times. "Yes." His voice was low and raspy.

I circled his open hole with my lips and ran the flat of my tongue over his sensitive opening several times before fucking him with the point I had made of my tongue. I placed my hands on either side of his asshole and pressed outward, opening it wider, and I tongue-fucked him more deeply. "Yes," he repeated.

I spit upward to lubricate his tight sphincter. I gingerly touched that rubbery ring with the balls of my forefingers. When Bobby didn't object to my touch I softly massaged. I wasn't sure he would allow it, but when I inserted one finger into his boy-cunt he merely sighed again. I finger-fucked, going ever deeper until I felt the hard almond of his prostate. Bobby whimpered as I gently massaged it. Soon he got into the rhythm of my massaging and began to move is hips in small circles.

"Do you like this?" I asked.

"I like this better," he said and he positioned himself so that his cock was above my mouth. He rubbed his flaccid cock it over my lips. I licked his glans and sucked it into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over his glans and lifted my head to take more of him into my mouth. His cock quickly filled and became hard against my tongue. I began to suck him by lifting and lowering my head.

"I'll do it," Bobby said. He fell forward, planting his elbows firmly on the mossy ground. Supporting himself with his upper arms, he began a serious fucking of my mouth. He moved his head back a little and opened his mouth briefly, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he gazed steadily into my eyes and increased the speed of his fucking. After a few minutes, he closed his eyes. His balls slapped against my chin as he fucked. "Take it," he said. "I'm gonna shoot my load down your throat and you're gonna swallow every drop."

I tightened my mouth around his shaft when he increased the speed of his fucking. "Take it," he whispered. "I love fucking your hot mouth."

I moved my tongue around his shaft. "I'm gonna cum," he said. He stopped his in and out motions and held his pelvis tightly against my face. His whole body tensed before he began to shudder. I raised my head and he rewarded me with a forceful jet of hot cum. "Ahh," he sighed and continued to shoot, emptying his balls into my eager mouth.

"Clean me up," Bobby instructed. He was learning.

Bobby rocked back and forth while I licked all traces of his cum from softening cock, ball sack and inner thighs.

After a while Bobby stopped rocking. I guess his legs were getting tired of being in that squatting position. He stood and stepped aside.

"Is it OK if I stand up?" I asked.

"I guess," Bobby demurred. I rose and stood beside him.

He looked at me. "See you tomorrow?" he asked.

"Sure, Bobby," I said. "You know . . ."

"And the next day," he cut me off. "And the day after that. You're my personal cocksucker. My personal cocksucker and my personal ass-licker, too. And that's the way it's going to be for a long, long time."

I smiled. My protegee was becoming a pretty fair dominant master.



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