Billy drove until they got to one of the main roads. He slid to the passenger side off of Craig's lap. He let his cock stay out and scooted close enough for Craig to hold it. When he kept trying to look at it while he drove, Billy put it away rather than risk wrecking. In thirty minutes they were pulling up in front of a house a mile from the school.

"Come on," Billy said, getting out of the car.

Craig followed him to the house. It was a pretty good size house and on a big lot with a lot of trees. There was an eight-foot wooden fence all the way around it. You could just see the tops of the houses on either side. An older boy answered the door. He had real short hair like a skinhead and wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes.

"Charlie here?" Billy asked.

"Charlie's working at the fruit stand downtown by the bus station. You know that. You're the guy that comes around with that cute little boy. Where's he?" The boy asked, stepping outside to look around for him.

"You mean Richard," Billy said.

"Yeah, he comes up about this time some days. Skips out of study hall."

"He's in study hall. We're not. We need to come in before someone spots us," Billy said.

"Who's this? He's cute as Richard. You're Bill, right? Charlie says you got the biggest dick around. I'm always out when you're up here. Says he has pictures of it but I've never seen them. How big are you?"

Billy knew Charlie was at work. He also knew Frank would be home. He watched Frank fool around with another guy when he'd come to see Charlie to make a little money and to get his cock sucked. He figured he could get Frank to blow him and make some money to pay Craig's gas. Billy liked being touched and he had never had a guy like Craig get him so hot and bothered. He needed to finish up what Craig had started. He knew someone like Craig was too green for Charlie, but he thought Frank would do just fine if there was money in it.

"I needed a couple of bucks. Thought maybe Charlie would want to... you know? Help me out with that. We need gas money for Craig's car," Billy said.

"I know just what you need. I've heard about you. Come on in. Maybe we can work something out. I've heard Charlie talking about it, maybe I can get a look see."

"Maybe," Billy said, holding his hand over where his cock was in his pants as Frank tried to see through the material and the fingers.

Frank was eighteen and started living with Charlie when he got thrown out of his own house. They weren't lovers, just bed buddies for when Charlie didn't have something going in town with guys that liked to party. On the days when too many wanted to party Frank got the overflow or when Charlie just wanted one of the boys to himself, Frank took care of the rest. Craig followed Billy in and they sat on the couch. Frank brought them cokes and sat across from them. They made small talk about how long Billy had known Charlie and how cute Frank thought Richard was. Craig said nothing and thought he'd rather be riding around feeling Billy's cock and talking about fooling around. He was sure he was ready to do whatever Billy said for him to do.

Frank kept pulling at the bulging in the front of his pants and this made Craig nervous. He cringed when he knew Frank was talking about someone he knew fooling around with him. Craig had never seen Richard as being particularly sexual until that day on the bed. It still was difficult thinking about his best friend's brother being there doing stuff with other guys.

"You got crawly critters or something," Billy finally asked.

"No. Horny thinking about that big dick of yours all tangled up in your pants. Let's see what you have there," Frank said. "Charlie says you got damn near a foot of meat when he gets you going good. That true or is he just pulling my extra leg? Speaking of which, I'd rather have someone else pulling on it if either one of you are in the mood to hold onto a fat man cock. It's no foot long, but it comes in at a thick eight inches or so. I got up late and was just starting to jack off when you came to the door. I was hoping it was to help me out here."

"You first. I don't do anything first," Billy said. "I don't do it for free. Guys pay to see it and to touch it. Anything else is extra. Don't be shinning me on and then laying me up. You show me some money and we'll see you get a little something."

Frank unzipped his pants as he stood, dropping them to his ankles. It was all he was wearing. His cock was a ruddy color and stood straight out of a brownish bunch of hair. It was pretty substantial, being thicker than Billy's but no where close to it in length.

Craig found his cock the most interesting part of Frank. It leaned slightly to the right and the head was real fat and strongly defined. As Frank squeezed at the base with his fist in his pubic hair the head became even thicker and turned dark looking. Craig liked seeing a guys hard cock up close but he didn't like the sex talk coming from Frank. His cock was twitching and his mouth went dry as Frank stood a few inches from his face to model his cock for them.

"I've only got the ten bucks Charlie leaves for me to get food if I want to go out. I'll do both of you if you want, but I can only give you the ten right now. I know he usually goes ten apiece. Take it or leave it. Can't give you what I ain't got."

"I get ten just to feel mine," Billy said.

"That's pretty steep considering guys come by wanting to pay me to blow them when they need it. I'll blow you for the ten and he can join in if he likes or just watch or whatever he does. I don't have more than the ten. Sorry." "You blow him. He's new at it. I want him to go first so he knows what it feels like. He's been asking about it. I don't do that so I can't show him. Than we'll see how good you are," Billy said, holding his soft cock through his pants. "If you know what you are doing, I'll let you have a shot at a real man cock."

"I don't know," Craig said. "I've never done anything like that. I'm not sure I want him to do that. Us talking about it is different from some strange dude latching onto my package. I mean I know you Billy, I don't know him."

"He's just a dude that will make you feel good. Don't fuck it up, Craig. You said you wanted to fool around. You've got me all worked up and I need a blowjob. It's him or you and I know you aren't going to suck me off," Billy said, as he scooted over beside Craig to rub his chest through his shirt. "Come on. You'll like it. You've been hinting around you want to know about sex. Here's your chance to find out. Then maybe we can do more together later on. I'm right here and I'll do everything you do. It's not like you're the only one going to do it or anything."

Craig looked at Frank who was jerking himself off with long slow pulling motions that brought his cock a few inches from Craig's lips. He could feel the heat from the other boy closing in on him. Billy continued touching him and moved his hand down to Craig's belt line, rubbing him sensually.

"This boy needs it bad," Frank said, leaning down to touch the lump in Craig's pants. "Nice dick. Boy needs some serious lips on his bone. Why don't you unzip those and let's see what's in there partner."

Frank continued to jerk himself off as he felt the dick through the material. Billy's hand moved under Craig's T-shirt and felt the warm skin underneath while leaning his head onto Craig's shoulder. Craig was dizzy as soon as he caught Billy's scent. He recognized it from when was driving the car. As he moved his face against Billy's head, he felt something warm and moist on his dick. When he broke the spell Billy had on him, he saw Frank's mouth working on the material that concealed his straining cock. He wanted Billy but Frank had just got his attention big time. He wanted to shove his dick down the hungry guy's throat, and then again he didn't.

"Give into it. You'll like it," Billy said, with his lips against Craig's neck.

"With you maybe," Craig said, watching the mouth opening and closing on his throbbing cock.

"But I don't do that. I want you to feel good. I want you to feel like I feel when someone does that to me. I want you to be happy, Craig."

As Frank leaned back, Billy's hand moved over the moistened material and felt the bulge as Craig's hips moved in response to Billy touching him. When he squeezed, Craig closed his eyes and moaned with excitement.

"I'm going to make a mess in my pants. Let's get out of here, I'll do what you want. You don't have to do anything to me," Craig whispered in Billy's ear. "I want it with you not him."

Billy continued to squeeze and rest his face on Craig. He felt hot and he knew his cock had stood up and was cramped up between his pants and his leg. He knew it was Craig that had him thinking thoughts of having sex all day. He'd been with a lot of guys in sexual situations, but it was always about him and now it was about Craig and him.

"Hey, I'm not paying you two to fool around with each other. I got him worked up. I want that fat fucker in my mouth. Let me unzip you," Frank said, reaching for the front of Craig's pants.

"He said no," Billy said, as Frank's hands met his on Craig's zipper.

"Come on. I'm all worked up," Frank said, using his hips on Craig's lower leg as the fat red cock left drops of precum on his pants. "I'd get off in a minute or two if I can just suck it. That's not all that much for ten bucks. Just let me put it in my mouth for a minute. That would be enough."

"He said no. Can't you hear," Billy said.

"I thought we had a deal here. Let me see yours. I'll blow you then. I can tell you're hot by the way you're working on his dick. For a guy that doesn't do anything, you sure did latch onto that fat fucker in his britches pretty damn quick. You just want him for yourself now I got him turned on for you."

"Fuck you. We're friends and I thought he'd want to try it out. He doesn't. I was wrong. Leave him alone," Billy said.

"You shouldn't squeeze that thing so tight, you might cut off the circulation. Wouldn't want that fine pecker falling off that boy before you can get to it," Frank said. "You don't do anything, right and I'm virgin. You're queer as a three dollar bill."

"Come on, Craig. We'll go on down the road," Billy said, standing up.

"Jesus, you're hard as he is. You boy's have something going? That fucker runs almost to your knee. I didn't believe it. It gets like that just from holding that boys dick?"

"You still owe us ten bucks," Billy said, ignoring the charges.

"How do you figure," Frank said, surprised.

"You said it. You got him all worked up. He don't let no one touch him for free. You got virgin meat even if it was through his pants. You owe him. Pay up."

"I'll give you the money to get rid of you, but you owe me next time you come back with that other little boy. That little Richard boy will make up for it when he comes up here. Boy's got one hell of a tight ass on him. He let you poke it with that pole. I bet as small as he is he can make it disappear. Charlie took a film of him taking this fat fucker in his ass," Frank said as he squeezed his now half-hard dick.

"You're lying. Richard isn't like that. You fucking fags will say anything," Billy said. "Pay up before I get really pissed, and I better not hear any stories like that about me. I do, I'll be coming back to talk to you and it won't be to compare dicks."

"Here. I'll prove it. Tapes in the recorder. I was going to watch it while I jerked off. Filmed right here on this very couch. Your buddy sat right down on it. Charlie left the camera running so he could get it all on film," Frank said, popping a tape out of the VCR. "Right on this here tape."

"Richard didn't know you were filming him?" Billy asked.

"Not exactly. He didn't care. He wanted it so bad he never checked to see if Charlie left the camera on. It's all right here," Frank said, holding up the tape. "He didn't want Charlie watching him. He likes me."

Billy stepped over to Frank and grabbed his balls, squeezing hard enough to make him bend radically.

"What the fuck are you doing," Frank yelled.

"Give me the tape," Billy said.

"Fuck you. Charlie will skin me if I do. Says it's the best fuck footage he has."

"You want to be skinned or ruptured," Billy said, squeezing hard. "Skinny might come later but you can be damn sure rupture is just a second away worm."

'Here. Here. I'm going to tell him you have it. Hell, he's got film of all you boys. Why do you want this tape? He's got dozens he's tired of. Take one of them."

"I want this one that's all. You tell Charlie I have it, I'll get you bounced out of here so fast you won't know how you got kicked to the curb. Charlie love's my dick. I'll tell him you gave me the tape trying to get to my dick. Keep your mouth shut, give me the ten, and we'll call it square, Frankie."

"Okay, okay, let go of my nuts, okay."

Frank came back in the living room with a ten dollar bill. Billy took the money and they left Frank standing in the door watching after them as they drove away.

Craig couldn't think of anything to say to Billy. He was a little mad at himself for being so upset by the guy messing around with him. He was a little upset at Billy for taking him there when all he wanted was to be with him.

"Sorry," Billy said. "I just want you to have a good time. I don't want you pissed off at me, Craig."

"Yeah!" Craig said. "Okay then, I want to go some place where we don't have to drive. No more of your faggy friends, ever. I don't mind doing it with you, but I didn't like Frank that much. I want to be with you until it's time to go home, and that's how I don't get mad at you."

"It's way too early to mention going home. It isn't even noon. I need to get off before I can think of home. You know some place? Whatever you say from here on out. I didn't mean for you to get upset. I just wanted you to have fun, Craig. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I needed it bad after you got me all worked up. You should have just told me you'd wanted do it. I mean I'd never have gone there if I'd known you wanted to do it."

"I told you I'm new at this. I didn't know how to tell you what I wanted. I'm not usually telling guys that I would like to suck their dicks. I've avoided saying it up until right this minute in fact," Craig said, glancing at Billy not sure if he'd ask to get out of the car.

"You do know what you're saying you'll do to me?"

"Fuck, you think I'd say that if I didn't know what I was saying. I want to be messing with you Billy. Not Frank or Charlie or anyone else. Anyway you say but just you and me from now on. I'll try to do what you want me to do."

"Want to feel it?" Billy said.

"You want me to feel it?" Craig said.

"Sure, if you want. I better not take it out while we are around here. I've been horny all morning and that made me crazy back there. My dick's still stiff."

"It is?" Craig asked.

"Yeah," Billy said, raising his hips and grabbing his erection through his pants.

"It is," Craig said, happy with the discovery.

Billy scooted over so Craig could reach him without having to stretch. Craig loved the feel of the hard cock even if he could only feel it through the material of Billy's pants. He moved his hand up and down the long shaft. Billy watched the hand on him when he wasn't watching out the window. They once again worked their way onto the back roads heading down toward the river.


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