CHAPTER 7: BATMAN & ROBIN

Bat Man (Poloroid)

It wasn’t surprising to my mother that Billy and I should become friends, given the fact that Chuck, my older brother, and Billy’s brother, Jimmy, were best friends.  He was Batman and I was Robin (He even gave me his Batman shirt, which, like all his shirts, had the sleeves ripped off).


It was October, and our plans for a campout one weekend got derailed because of my mother’s plan to visit her sister, who was ailing, on the weekend we had planned our trip.  Mark had successfully petitioned her first about going to stay the night with a friend, which meant I had to stay at home to house sit.  Mom was forever fearful that thieves were just awaiting the right moment to break into our home.  She did however agree that Billy could come to stay with me, and even suggested, “You could have your campout in the backyard” if we wanted, and then as an afterthought said, “or even in the treehouse.” 
   
He asked like he was changing the subject, "Who's your favorite superhero?"

I looked at the t-shirt he was wearing, one he had cut the sleeves out of.  It was an old Batman shirt. "Batman" I said, pointing.

He suddenly struck a pose mouthing "I'm Batman."  Then reached over to me and grabbed my arm, "And you're my Robin."  And I was instantly erect.

With the house to ourselves--Mom, Chuck and Mark were all gone, Billy and I sat tending a small fire in the chimenea on the back patio of our house, not knowing what to do next.  It was getting dark, and the woman who lived next door to us had already gone back inside her house along with her son, who must have been over visiting her.  

My mouth was still on fire from the dare he had given me to eat a cracker soaked in Tobasco with the proviso “no washing it down for at least fifteen minutes. I still owed him multiple dares that I had not yet paid off from our previous games in the shed. So we’d gone inside the house, I’d set out a saucer on the counter and put a cracker on it while Billy got the little bottle of Tobasco sauce and started shaking it and pouring it one.  When he decided the cracker was sufficiently soaked, I picked it up and wolfed it down.   

At first it wasn't that bad, but after a minute or so it started getting pretty hot.  Billy got the house keys from me and made me lock the door as we came back out to the patio, saying, “You know how you are, cheater,” implying that I would give in to the heat and run back inside for a drink. I looked down at the cooler of drinks we had outside but didn’t day anything.  Knowing if I had to break in to them was enough. 

I was breaking out in a sweat from the heat in my mouth and couldn't think of anything better so I threw a question back at him.  "Truth or Dare, Billy, how often do you jerk off?"

“Pretty much every night,” he answered, and from the tone of his voice I was satisfied he was telling the truth.

He threw a question back at me.  "Truth or Dare, Davy, how often do you suck your brother’s dick?"

I really hated that question.  It meant that the same brother who talked me into sucking his dick, then called me a cocksucker when I did, and threatened me should I ever tell, well that that same asshole brother had told.  So I knew that Billy knew about what had been going on with me and Chuck.  Chuck had said something to Jimmy, and Jimmy had told Billy.  So I had no idea who else might know.  It had surprised me that Chuck had said anything to anyone, especially after swearing me to secrecy about it.  It wasn’t a subject I wanted to talk about.  I still felt pretty weird about it all.

So I didn't answer the question, I just sort of stalled out in my head.

“Don’t be a pussy," He took a drink of his orange soda and leaned back in the chaise lounge chair he was sitting in, “Tell me.”

“Pretty much every night,” I told him, and from his expression I could tell he believed me.  It was the truth anyway.  Then I asked him, “Did you ever suck Jimmy?”

He shook his head, but there was something from the expression on his face that told me that there was more to tell, though maybe I had not asked the question the right way to get to the story he had to tell.

“When did it start?” He asked me.

“I was like 10.” I said, then looked over at him, “Can you ask me about something else now?” Billy shook his head and looked down at his drink.  It was his turn to answer a question anyway, so I asked, “Have you ever jerked off with any other guys?”

He laughed. “A couple,” he admitted, then calculated, “Two, well  three including you.”

"Did Chuck ever fuck you?"

I started to tear up, almost immediately.  I can be such a pussy sometimes.

"Nevermind," he said, "Your face says it all.  And Jimmy told me about it.  I just wanted to do a fact check!"  Then “Has anyone ever caught you jerking off?” was his replacement question for me.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Who?”

“Chuck,” I answered, “and my mom.”

“Dude, that had to suck!”  He laughed and slapped his leg.

“Yeah,” I said again.  “I was going at it and then opened my eyes and she was just standing there staring at me.”

“Intense,” he said, “She ever say anything about it to you.”

“No.”  I answered honestly, “I think she’s trying to pretend it never happened. Though I know she told my Dad about it." I looked over at him, “How about you?  You ever been caught?”

“Yeah, Jimmy has,” he then added, “He walks in on me all the time.  It’s like he has some psychic ability to know when I tugging at it. There’s no fucking privacy at my house.” He paused then said, “And Victor, I guess.  Well he didn’t exactly see me, he heard me jerking off at school in the stall.  Happened back in Junior High.”

Then “Truth or dare, Davy.  You like it when I fuck you?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I do.”

“Looks like it hurts though,” I guess he meant that as a question from the way his voice lifted up a bit at the end.

 “Yeah it hurts,” I said, “A lot!  Especially at first, and then when you get carried away and start pounding the crap outta me.”  I touched my stomach, just below my chest and said, “Sometimes it feels like you are hitting me right under here." I pointed to the place right under my heart, "I know you can’t be, but that’s what it feels like.” I looked over at him and added, “But it also feels good.”

“I got a big dick,” Billy grabbed his crotch proudly.

“I know,” I said.  "You feel like a football inside me."  Which was true, but I knew exactly how big he was.  I’d had it up inside me pretty much every time he’d wanted to get off over the past few weeks.  “Have you ever been fucked?” I asked him in return.

Billy stopped and stared at me.  I couldn't tell if he was angry or just surprised.  His face relaxed a bit, but stayed hard and he said, “Yes,” he paused for a long time, “and if we are going to stay friends you won’t ask me again about it again.” 

It was one of those questions that shuts down a conversation.  We sat there silent for a while, and then Billy asked me again, “So, Two Strokes, you like it when I cum inside your ass?”

I looked over at him, “Yes Billy,” I admitted, “I like it."

Billy looked up at the treehouse that my Dad and Chuck had built six years before.

With a shit eating grin on his face, Billy says, "Race ya."  With that, we drop our cups, jump up and race for the tree.  We run to tree where the rope ladder was hanging down from the treehouse. Billy got there first.  We climbed the ladder as fast as we could.  We flung our bodies up on to the floor of the treehouse and began to laugh our asses off.

Billy rolls on the floor with laughter, "Hey, Two Strokes, do you remember the time you caught my brother, Jimmy, jacking off up here?"  He'd been calling me "Two Strokes" all day.  It was getting annoying and if he didn't lose the habit he was going to say it in front of someone else.  Luckily that never happened.

"Oh, man, did you have to bring that up?"

“Fuck yeah, I thought it was funny."  Billy paused, then asked, “Was Chuck up here with him, or was he alone?”

“Alone.”

What Billy was referring to was the day when I went into the bedroom I shared with my older brother, Chuck,  to borrowed some of his porno magazines, but they weren’t where he normally left them.  I looked out the window and saw his best friend Jimmy naked up in the treehouse with his legs spread-eagle on the platform wacking off furiously.  It was hot so he had the shutters that formed two of the walls open.  I couldn’t help but watch. He had Chuck’s magazines there in the treehouse and was going to town, every now and then leaning forward to suck his own penis.  Which was fucking amazing.  Before he shot he leaned way down aimed his hefty cock at his face. got his head in his mouth, and shot into his mouth.  I saw some of his cum drizzling down his cock from between his lips.  It was fucking amazing!  

Billy and I weren’t all that close back then, but I’d still told him about what I’d seen, including the fact that I’d seen his brother licking his own dick like a dog.  Billy laughed and laughed.  I guess he got a lot of mileage out of that information.  Maybe part of why Jimmy disliked me so much.

I’d never seen anyone suck their own dick before.  Until I watched Jimmy going at it, I didn’t even know it was possible.  I certainly never could managed to do it (and I did try a few times).  I could shoot into my mouth, but sucking my dick was never a skill I would accomplish. 

"Wanna play some cards?" Billy asked me.

I nodded my head.

"Okay then, get ready, Two Strokes," Billy smirked, "Cuz I'm gonna kick your ass."

I couldn't help but snicker.

"Just shuffle the cards." I flicked a piece of tree bark over to Billy and waited for him to deal the cards, but what he threw down in front of me for me to play added up to nada!

"Full house." Billy announced as he placed his cards on the crate: an ace, six black clovers, a king, and a queen.

I sighed and dealt out the next hand.

"Straight flush!" he slammed his cards down on the crate, revealing several red diamonds. I stared at his hand in disbelief before grunting in annoyance and smacking the cards onto the floor, letting out a string of curses.

"Sorry, loser." he chuckled. "Hey, get me another drink."  Billy held up his empty cup.  It was totally lost on me at the time that this was more of a command than a request. 

"No problem, we got some orange soda in the cooler."  I turned to start climbing down the ladder.

"Wait!" I heard Billy say. "Wait , wait wait!"  Stopping at the edge of balcony, I looked back and saw him leering at me, a wide disarming grin on his face and a warm impish glint in his eyes. 

I knew that look. 

It was the same look he gave me every time he was about to drop a bombshell - the look he got when an idea so outrageous had popped into his head that he could barely contain his glee.  He formed the words for his idea slowly, giving time for the import of them to sink into my mind.  "Go fetch me my drink in your underwear."

There was an awkward pause as the words just hung in the air like the stale smoke caressing us.  Eventually, I managed a half-hearted chuckle while I tried to gauge his seriousness.  His face remained that of a full-time mischief-maker who was determined to get his way on this.

 "What?" I managed to respond. 

"Go ahead.  Strip down to your underwear and go get the sodas.  You still owe me several dares.  Remember?" 

"No!  What if someone sees me?" I protested weakly. 

"Oh, come on!  I don’t even see any lights on at your neighbor’s house.  And you'll have your underwear on.  It's not like I'm daring you to streak around the shed 27 times like you made me do the other day!" 

I thought about it for a moment.  Billy continued to stare at me while waiting for my decision.  I was afraid that if I didn't do it, that he'd get irritated with me - not forever, of course, but enough to put a damper on the next few hours.  I shrugged my shoulders, shook my head in a defeated gesture, and acquiesced like I usually do when Billy was involved. 

"All right, I'll do it." 

"Awesome!" Billy cried out, not even attempting to hide his enthusiasm.  "I'll have the cards shuffled by the time you get back.”

I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, then quietly unbuttoned my jeans, allowing them to fall to my feet before stepping out of them, placing them on the floor by the ladder so I could get to them quickly when I got back.  I started down the ladder down the tree, still in shadow, and then hesitantly stepped out into the pale artificial lights of our backyard. My heart was pounding in my chest even though the chances of me getting caught like this was remote at best in my backyard.  For most of the walk, I tried to stay out of the direct lights but that became impossible as I approached the back of the house. 

I reached down into the ice cold water of the icebox. Stacking the ice cold cans close to my chest, cause there was no way I could haul the chest up the rope ladder. Then I ran as fast as I could back to the tree.

The rope ladder was pulled up.

"Billy, throw the ladder down - I got the drinks."

I heard him moving around above me in the treehouse, but he didn't throw the ladder down, instead choosing to lean out over the edge and peer down at me.  I was getting irritated.

"Come on, man!  These cans are cold..."

Billy grinned, "I'll let you up if you lose the boxers..."

There was a moment of silence as I processed the demand. "What!  I'm not gonna do that!"

"Take off your boxers, Two Strokes, and chuck 'em up here to me and I'll let you up..."

"Fuck off, Billy - don't make me do that!"  This was making me angry.  We had played this game of one-upmanship for a few weeks.  I knew in my heart I’d started this when I made Billy run naked  all those laps around the shed.

"If you want up in the treehouse then you'll do it."

“I’ll just go in and leave you out here.”

He stuck his hand out over the edge of the treehouse and jingled the keys that I had left in my jeans pocket when I’d undressed. “I think you’ll need these,” then his head peeked over with a broad evil smile, “unless you want to explain to your mom why you kicked the back door in.”  He paused, “Won’t that set off an alarm?" 

A thousand jumbled thoughts ran through my mind as I stood beneath the treehouse in my backyard in just my underwear, moving nervously from foot to foot in the freshly mown grass, trying to decide what to do as he merely stared down at me. 

I knew that once he had his mind made up, it was next to impossible to change it - that he could easily keep me out here for twenty minutes before getting bored and letting me in.  I also knew that I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable about being outside in my underwear.  It's not like Billy hasn't seen me naked before, I reasoned. He was just having some fun just like he’d had at our campout, and despite my annoyance, this unpredictability was part of the reason we had such a good time together.

"Fine!" I grunted in frustration.  Placing the drinks on the ground, I quickly shucked my boxers down and off my feet, tossed them up to him.   It took several tries.

Now completely nude, I approached the base of the tree again, grabbed the drinks, and waited for him to throw down the rope ladder.

“That’s good,” he said, “Now hold your arms out to your sides like you're getting ready to fly and walk back over to middle of your yard."

I looked through the oleander branches at the edge of our property back at the back porch of our neighbor’s house, trying to confirm my assessment that the house was dark and either she’d gone to sleep already or was gone. After hesitating I did as he said.

"Now start spinning around and count to a hundred."

"C'mon Billy," I argued.  I had made him to that too during one of our games.  except it ws daytime, and it was back at the shed.  Another mistake.  And this was pay back night.

"Complain again and we'll make it two hundred."

I started turning, slowly at first then a bit faster, counting silently, and heard him talking to me over the phone which I was, of course, holding at arms distance since I had my arms spread out wide.

"I don't hear you counting, Two Strokes" he said, "Count loud enough so I can hear you."

I looked across at where my neighbors had been sitting on their back porch and couldn't hear any voices any more.  That was a relief.

"One," I started counting, cheating and holding the phone closer to my mouth, but not too close.  "Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten . . ."

"Louder," I could hear him saying over the phone, even from a distance "I can barely hear you!"

I upped my volume a bit and continued my count.  At about fifty, he interrupted me, telling me to stop. I was glad because all the spinning that I was doing was making me a little lightheaded.  I stood there for what seemed even to me to be a long time, trying to regain my balance.  I looked up at the Milky Way and recognizing the Big Dipper stretching across the northern sky, and not too far away from it was another much smaller constellation I thought looked like the Little Dipper.

“Can I come up now?” I asked.  He still hadn’t thrown the rope ladder down.

“One more dare,” he said.

“What?”

“Streak around your house naked,”

“You want me to go inside and run around naked?”

 “No, fool, I want you to run a lap around the outside, just like you made me do at you Dad’s shed.”

“No way,” I exclaimed. 

“Way,” he said, “and now it’s three laps.” He raised three fingers.

“What if one of the neighbors see me?”

“Then they see you.”  He paused and grabbed my watch out of my pant’s pocket where I’d let them on the platform, “But you better decide quick.  In 30 seconds it goes up to five laps.  Could get as high as, um well, twenty seven laps” he emphasized.

Even though it had gotten dark, the moon had come out, and everything seemed to be lit up.  Perhaps my eyes had just adjusting to the dark.

I knew there was no winning.  But I really didn't want to do this.  This ws my house, and there were lights on in my neighbors houses.  The back yard was safe enough, I guess, but rujning across the front yard.  Fuck!  I’d made him do something similar and in broad daylight, so I wasn’t going to get any sympathy from him about this.  He hadn't forgotten the twenty seven laps, or having to jerk off behind the shed while Jason drove by on his tractor.  Maybe that dare was taking it a bit too far.

"Okay," he shoiuted at me, "Now it's five laps," he paused, "and oh yeah, you have to stay hard, if you go soft you have to jack yourself back to erection."

"I'll be watching!"  he shouted, "You should get started or it will be ten laps!"

I drew in a breath and started my first lap.

He stayed up in the treehouse and watched me run the outer perimeter of the back yard. With all the trees, hedges, and one length of fence, I was pretty much obscured from public view in the back yard, but as I came around into the front yard there was nothing blocking anyone's view except the gathering darkness if any of the neighbors happened to be at their windows. 

I finished his first lap and was sweating like crazy and breathing hard even though it had only been one lap. Billy was standing down at the foot of the rope ladder when I came around the edge of the house into the back yard. My penis had retracted back inside me during his run.  I could see he was staring down at my crotch.  Even though he said he didn’t care about my little dick, I was still embarrassed, especially now that my penis had completely disappeared back inside me, leaving only a gathering of foreskin as evidence that I even had a penis.  Usually it did that when it was very cold or after I had been working out. 

"Does it always do that when it gets soft?"  Billy asked me.

"Sometimes," I answered, still jogging in place.  Okay, he said, you owe me five laps.

"What?!"

"Are you hard?" he asked.

"No," I said looking down at my retracted penis.

"Rule is?"

"I have to stay hard while I run," I admitted, "okay, okay."  And tried to get hard again.  It took a bit.

"I swear that looks just like a cat's asshole," Billy said.  I don’t think he was ridiculing me, just saying what he was thinking. “Get moving,” he said after I was hard, and I started off on my second lap. 

I barely made it to the far side of the house when a car came down the street.  I know it flashed a light on me, just as I was rounding the corner into shadow.

On my last lap I caught as red gleam outside the back door of our neighbor's.  It looked like the end of a lit cigarette, and I put on a burst of speed.

I finished the laps without any incidents.  No one saw me, except maybe a smoker, but that was in shadows, or if they did see they never said anything to anyone, and in a small town I would have heard about it. 

Halloween Laps (2007)

When I finished my third lap, Billy was back up on the platform.  His shirt was off and he had the rope ladder rolled up in his hands.  He called down, “What’s the password?” 

“Fuck” I said under my breath, anticipating what was about to come.  I remember making him say the password once when I’d locked him naked outside the shed.  This was his revenge night. 

“Billy Jacobs has a 7 inch dick.” I said, not too loud but loud enough for him to hear up in the treehouse.

Billy laughed and shook his head.  “No, fool.  That’s my password.”  He looked at me and his eyes seemed to gleam.  “Say your password.”

“C’mon Billy,” I pleaded, “I did what you said, I burned my shorts, I ran the laps even.”  I looked up at him, “I’m standing out here buck assed naked, locked outta the house.  Let me up.”

“Say it.”

I paused for a long time and then said it, “Four inches.”

"Say it in a full sentence, Two Strokes" he said. “Like the way you made me do it."

“My penis is almost four inches long.”

He laughed, and made the sound of a warning buzzer.  “Wrong answer. You only got two more chances to get it right.  And, oh yeah, wrong measurement!  And do it the way you made me do it.”

I remembered that during our “measurement” Billy had argued that I couldn’t use my “bent down” measurement.

“Just say it,” Billy goaded me on, “Say ‘David Czerny has a three inch dick.”

I measured my voice so it wasn’t too loud and called up to him, “David Czerny has a three and one quarter inch dick,” because when we had measured that was the measurement we had agreed on for me.  I argued for three and a half, he argued for three and we had compromised.

 Billy laughed, and put his hand to his ear, “You’ll have to say it louder.  I couldn’t hear that up here.”

“Fuck!” I repeated to myself under my breath.  He was doing to me exactly what I’d done to him when he’d been pounding on the door to the shed after Jason passed by in the tractor.

“David Czerny has a three and one quarter inch dick.”  I said it again, this time in a loud voice.

But Billy still laughed and held his hand to his ear.  “If you can’t say it as loud as I had to,” he warned, “Then you’ll have to spend a while down there.  He hung his legs off the edge and looked down at me.  The added, “Last chance until 8 o’clock.”

My heart was in my throat.  I looked over at our neighbor’s yard and saw that there was a light in her kitchen window.  Mary was a retired teacher who often came over for coffee with our mother on her rare days off.  Sometimes I mowed Mary's lawn for chump change at my mother's insistence.  The light was on, but it looked like her window was closed, and I didn’t see her or any signs of movement.  Finally, I managed to overcome my fear and shame and shout it out, “David Czerny has a three and one quarter inch dick.”

Before I could move, there was a deep voice, that of a male, that shouted back, "Ain't nothing to be shouting about!"  And I realized Mary's grandson must have been home.  Maybe it was him I saw smoking when I ran by.

Billy laughed and threw the rope ladder down to me. I felt my shame redden my entire body.  The soles of his dirty feet stared back down at me from where he sat at the edge of the balcony to the treehouse, his long toes wiggling, as I started up the ladder.

By the time I got to the top, Billy swung around and started to climb down saying “Be right back.”  I watched him climb down the ladder, then started looking for my clothes. They weren't there.  I immediately noticed that my backpack was missing as well.  Fuck.  

"Hey, where are my things?" I asked.  Billy raised up my backpack and tossed it into the kitchen then closed the door and locked it, making me suddenly wonder if the door had been locked already or if Billy had been bluffing.

"They're safe,” he smiled back at me, “and I'll give them back if you're good tonight." He leered up at me, switching on the main patio light which flooded the backyard with light.  A look of distinct superiority crept across his features.  I’m sure he could read my expression in the light spilling across the back yard "You’ll get ‘em back baby. After we've had some fun - damn it! Relax Davy.  It’s no big deal."  Then he pointed at me and started to laugh.  “Really, it’s no big deal.  Doubt anyone could see it from five feet away.” He laughed out loud as he walked back over to the base of the tree.  "Besides, your neighbor already knows!"  And he laughed.  i halfway expected the neighbor to laugh too, but he didn't.

"So what do we do now, ya big asshole?" I asked once he had climbed up onto the ledge of the treehouse. 

 "Come over here are sit down next to me,”  He sat down and stripped off his pants.  He was already shirtless.

 I sat down next to him, dangling my legs off the side.

“I want you to look at me, no matter what happens keep looking.  It'll be like one of those staring contests we had in your shed.  Just look at me.  If you get hard first you lose.” He smiled, it was a sexy smile, “Remember?"

I did.  I'd never once beaten him at that contest.  Either I would blink and look away or start to giggle.  "Sure, but--"

"Just look at me," he interrupted.

Resigned that I wasn't going to get my clothes back until he played this joke out fully, I focused my eyes on his and latched on with newfound determination.  If he wanted to play this game, then I was going to play it to win.  Normally, he could stare me down or make me laugh within minutes, but I knew I wouldn't be doing that tonight - I was too pissed off to break my gaze now.  I stared uninterrupted into his perfect face as the minutes ticked by.  He stared back at me with eyes full of passion, a countenance full of masculine confidence

My determination faltered, however, when my cock began to slowly swell.  Shit!  I'd almost looked away from him when I realized it.  Fuck!  Unable to break my gaze, I imagined what it must look like as it plumped up, lengthening and thickening as my small rod filled with blood.  God Damn it!  I tried to think about something else, anything else that would reverse the process that had started.  As long as it didn't rise I would be OK - just as long as I could keep it from getting hard - gotta keep it from getting hard.  Shit! I relaxed my breathing and started to review my algebra theorems in my head, all the while maintaining locked eyes with Billy.  My cock halted its swelling and I congratulated myself on my surprising level of control.

Somehow, Billy had managed to coax a cigarette into his mouth and light it - all without taking his eyes off me.  He took a deep initial drag and slowly exhaled in my direction.  Then Billy began to speak in a low, seductive voice.  I'd heard that voice before the night I’d spent in his room, and it shattered my concentration.

"Look at me."

A new, hellish fire was present in his eyes, matching the tone in his voice.  I nearly passed out as the blood furiously rushed to my dick.  My heartbeat was pounding in my ears and I knew that the pulses were visible in my stiffening prick.  I started to move but Billy cautioned me to remain motionless.

"Remember, you move, you lose.  I can keep you naked all weekend if I want. Just stand still and look at me."

Giving in to the humiliation of getting hard, feeling my small erection climbing, I did as I was told.  I sat there without a sound as my cock pulsed once, twice, a third time, and then stood proud and throbbing, rising to salute the night sky above us.  There was no denying my straight up penis was fully erect.  He must have sensed it and reached over to confirm my condition with his hand. 

Billy’s lecherous smirk spread wider as he stared across at me, blowing cigarette smoke at me as I started to squirm fretfully in front of him, knowing I had lost.

"OK, game's over", he said as he put out his cigarette. "You just got hard.  By the way, is that as big as it gets?" 

I was taken aback by the question and glanced down at my penis as it stood up from my pubes, a drop of precum already gathering in the tip of my foreskin.

"Yeah," I admitted timidly.  He'd seen my dick before.  Hell, he had a polaroid picture of it.

"Just looks smaller, that's all."  I think he could read my expression and saw through the self reproach that was going on in my head.  He took my chin in his hand and picked my face up, drew his own face near to me.

"You have a small dick, Davy!" he said, without any tone of sarcasm or teasing in his voice.  "You got to accept that as true.  Cause it is, and there are a lot of guys who will tease you about it.  Some guys are skinny, some guys got acne.  You got a wee willie.”   He turned my face so that I had to look into his eyes, “But it just so happens that I like your wee willie. I think it’s kind of cool; and not every guy can be hung like a porn star," he reasoned matter of factly.

He stared at me for a few minutes then added, "But what I like more than anything is the way it feels when my dick is up inside you."  Then he added, “except for maybe this. . .” and he reached over to take my erection in his fingers.

The moment he touched my dick I started to shoot.  The backyard light caught my teen spirit as it arced out from the treehouse and rained down into the grass below us.  Spurt after spurt. White rain. I groaned out loud without thinking.  Billy watched my cumshots blasting out and falling down into the grass.  I could tell he liked the control he had over me, the fact that he could more or less make me cum on command. With a single touch. 

There was a pause before Billy spoke again.

"Have you ever… kissed a girl?"

I hadn't expected that question. I looked down at his lap for a few seconds before answering.  Was this a part of the game?

"No," I muttered, and felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Billy just raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Wow, lil’ Davy never kissed a girl?" Billy then sounded his infamous laugh. "I kinda thought you would have, considering how Pat Myers seems to be all over you."

"Nah, she only trying to get with me because she had a huge crush on my brother.  I was just a substitute." I shook my head. “Besides. . .” I didn’t even finish my thought.  There was more going on with Pat I didn’t want to get into.

"So, you never kissed a girl before?"

"No." I turned my head to look at Billy and frown. "What, have you?" I sat there, expecting Billy to say 'Yes', and when he did, it left me feeling like I had been left behind. Then he added "So, you never been kissed huh?"

"No."

"So," Billy asked, knowing it would be risky, "Do you want to?"

“Yea, sure,” I admitted, “but it ain’t like any girls are lining up to kiss me.”

"That's actually not what I meant." Billy looked at me confusingly before it dawn on me what he meant that he’d left unsaid.

"Wait—you mean,” it dawned on me, “you and me?"

"Yeah, you wanna kiss me?" He said, “Don’t you?”

I know that gave him a funny look. I did want to kiss Billy.  I wanted to kiss him bad.  But it surprised me that he was considering kissing me, after his speech about “I’m not gay like you are.”  I wasn’t sure if he was serious, was just testing the waters, or was pranking me.   "I,” I halted, then “you” and “why?"

"Why not? I mean, you already sucked my dick. And it's not like we're gonna tell anybody about this."

"I-I don't know."  I hesitated, totally confused about this role reversal that was going on

"Come on Davy. Just one kiss and we both vow to never talk about it again." Billy pleaded. I looked down again, torn by my powerful desire to kiss him and my fear that kissing Billy might take it too far.  Push him over the edge. I remembered how he’d reacted when I’d swallowed him cum.  Sucking his dick wasn’t too gay, but swallowing his cum had almost gotten my punched.  But the thing was, it was now him asking me to kiss him.  None of this made any sense to me. Years later it all makes sense to me, but at the time I was dumbfounded. I breathed out a sigh.

"Okay, just one kiss." He told him sternly, giving him a small salute. We stared at each other, he scooted closer to me and I leaned into him, our faces turned sideways since neither of us knew where our noses should go. We got so close; we could feel each other's breath on our lips. Then, at the last minute it was me who closed the gap, pressing my lips to Billy’s.  The awkwardness starting to creep in.  I’m not sure why kissing should be a more intimate experience than having his dick inside me, but somehow it was.

The kiss was very light and quick as we both pulled away.

I looked down and saw his erection pump up to full mast, curled over trying to touch his left hip. 

"So?" I started.

"So—" Billy followed.  "Want to actually try kissing me this time?" He looked at me.  “But I’m going to kiss you the way I would kiss a girl, not my Aunt Nancy.”

"Okay." I stared into his eyes.  I always thought he was attractive, but since he had started fucking me, I realized that he had the most beautiful face I had ever seen.  Maybe his semen acted like a love potion once it got inside me.  If that was true there was enough of it in me by now to enchant me forever.  And, even all these years later, and after all that happened, or didn’t happen, there might have been some truth to that thought.

He leaned forward and kissed me again.  This time Billy wrapped his arms around me, one behind my neck, and the other around my waist. Not so gently, Billy leaned me down and pushed me onto the floor of the tree house, the kiss really starting to pick up. I could feel the stubble above his lips and on his chin.  It just heightened the experience.  I couldn't believe how amazing kissing Billy was. He did everything: sucked my tongue, massaged it, ran his tongue across my teeth, shoved his tongue into my mouth.

Then Billy moaned into my mouth, pulled me hard up against him, his erection was digging into my side. I moved my hands to his shoulders and returned the ardor of his embrace. He grabbed my arms and moved them to my sides without stopping or opening his eyes. He wanted to be in control.  There was no moving, just his mouth pressed against mine. I closed my eyes. His lips were rough, and flat. He pulled me up and we kissed very wetly. Billy explored my mouth with his insistent tongue, flicking over my teeth and titillating my tongue. His kiss was hard, almost brutal. There was a feeling in my gut; it felt warm and a little queasy.  If I shot a load without touching myself, just from kissing him would that be too gay?

I pulled my legs back up onto the platform of the treehouse and followed Billy back into the main area where we had been playing cards.  He guided me down onto my knees and bent me over the crate.  I had mixed feelings about what was about to happen.  I knew how much it was going to hurt, but I also knew how good it would feel. Billy reached over into his pack and pulled out a tube of analgesic lubricant, squeezed it onto my anus and quickly worked it into me which his fingers, then rubbed more onto his erect shaft.

As Billy's wide curved dick head began to shove against my sphincter I felt the increased pressure, closed my eyes, and then sucked in my breath as he began to push it into me. I tried to control my involuntarily urge to clenched up tight, and pushed back against his plump throbbing shank. Inside me, his dick felt even larger than it looked—and much broader.

Then with one hand guiding his manhood Billy began again to thrust his chubby shank deeper inside me. The first wave of pain washed through me as I could feel my hole being stretched out by his girth. I groaned and grabbed the far edges of crate as the aching increased as he continued to push deeper into me.

The pain pressed into me, grew so intense I couldn't take it anymore and the sounds coming out of my throat were loud and gutteral.  Anyone listening had to know.  Nothing else sounds like anal sex, except maybe torture. 

The lubricant helped, but it still felt like I could take no more of him inside me. Then Billy pushed further, his thickness distending me, like my rectum was being assaulted, opened wide, invaded. My other senses were shutting down, all my sensations were focused on what was happening down there as he fucked me.  My moans and grunts were loud.  There was no controlling it.  Part of me didn’t care.  I was no longer in charge of anything. I clamped down involuntarily on his shaft as his thrusting grew unbearable. The sounds I was making were impossible to control.

"Take it easy!" I grunted. I was breathing hard. Billy slowed for a few minutes then began to increase his tempo, thrusting deeply into me. I was crying again.  I wasn’t sure if they were tears of pain or pleasure since I was feeling both by then. Billy withdrew for a moment to roll me onto my back and then re-entered me before I even understood what was happening. He started driving his engorged shaft into me again. It felt like it was even deeper in this new position. Then he leaned forward and kissed me as he plunged it deeper into me.  Thrusting deeply.

I convulsed, my arms and legs locked and trembling, I came again and again into the space between us, coating us both with a splatter of my teen spirit.

Suddenly he slammed home, and I realized he had been holding back.  I yelled out loud and started to hyperventilate. Billy put his hand over my mouth to quiet me, waited for a long moment and then started to slide in and then pull back almost out of my ass. Again and again, slowly this time.

Billy's cock felt enormous and throbbing inside me. I whimpered as Billy started to fuck me more intensely, faster, deeper, then he issued a series of halting breaths and grunts as he started pumping his load into me. His thrusts grew harder and more violent, as he started pumping out his seed deep inside me. Very deep.  I could feel him cum, feel his seed filling me.  I shot again, as I felt my sphincter tightening hard against his thick cock, Billy was breathing hard when he stopped and slid his dick free of me.

When he took it out, it left me feeling empty.  He put his arms around me and held me tight against him and it comforted me.

I felt totally drained.  My legs felt like jelly.  There was no way I would be able to climb down the rope ladder to get to the restroom to clean myself up.  besides, Billy still had the keys--somewhere.  I pressed myself against him in an effort to share his blanket and bedroll.

As I was searching for sleep I looked down at our neighbors' back porch and noticed a tiny orange light that looked like a lit cigarette.  It moved, disappeared and then reappeared. 

I pulled the shutters down. Billy turned onto his side so his chest was pressed into my back, his penis was sheathed in the furrow between my butt cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him, and after a while I felt his cock harden again and kissed my shoulders, and then rolling on top of me penetrated me again.  This time was slower, less hurried, and Billy lasted a long time before he shot his man juice inside me.  It didn’t hurt as much this time, so I was able to relax, surrender myself to him.  His thrusting kept me at the edge of orgasm for a long time.  When he came, I came too, and then exhausted we fell back into each other’s arms.  Then he rolled me onto my back and started to kiss me again.  Slowly and deeply.  Until I felt his erection pressing into me again.

The next morning he was gone when I woke up.  I was exhausted.  Billy was unrelenting, unflagging.  I lost count of how times. My butt was sticky and sore beyond words, and there was a wet spot underneath me where some of his seed had seeped out of me while I was sleeping.

The keys to the house were laying on the crate on top of his sleeveless Batman shirt that he had left behind, and next to the deck of cards.  My shirt was gone.

I got dressed and rode my bike over to Billy's house.  Billy was there, talking to Ray, Mark's best friend, but when he saw me he turned and they both went into his house. 

Jimmy met me at the door and told me to "stay the fuck away from his brother," and threatened that he would make it his business to make my life a fucking misery.  He tried to grab my nuts again, but almost expecting that shit,  I flinched and he only pinched my skin next to it, but hard enough to leave a bruise.  

It was some scary shit the way he looked at me.  


I could smell the stink of my own fear as I rode home.

At home, Chuck called me a "cocksucker", told me how much trouble i had caused. and ordered me to leave Billy and his family alone.  "If you don't stay away Jimmy will rip your balls off and I'll help him."  It was the longest conversation we'd have in some time.

I didn’t see Billy again for over a week. When he saw me he ignored me.  I could see there was a lot going on behind his eyes, but when I followed him he just told me to leave him alone.  When he turned around to face me I could see he had a black eye. The greenish color told me that he must have gotten punched in the eye a few days before, probably after he got home from my house, probably by his brother, but knowing his family, it could just as easily have been his dad.  I know for a fact he'd told Jimmy where he'd been and what he'd been doing, I never found out if he or Jimmy had then told his father.

He didn’t have to explain to me anything although I really wish he had. 

Getting his dick sucked by some faggot was fine.  

But having any feelings for me was treading into dangerous territory.  

I'm sure that to Jimmy and Billy's dad, fucking me was okay as long as Billy was doing the fucking and I was his prison bitch, but actually kissing me was deeply in the province of homosexual behavior.  And if he actually had any emotional attachment to me... well they might have to bury him somewhere in the woods to keep the family honor.  Even if loving me was something he wanted to do.

Especially if it was something he wanted to do.

I knew it was over.  

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