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Little Billy

By Albino1976 ( M/b, 1st, oral, pedo )

Please remember that all my stories are all made up, just fantasy, nothing more.

Hi my name is Tony and I am 19 years old, I like to share a story with you all about this boy I kind of took under my wing from the get-go.

Billy was a kid that his parents could care less for; that was obvious from the first day I moved into the apartment next door to him. It was a poor low-income neighborhood and I had just moved out of my parents' house and on my own for the first time.

I noticed the shouts from next door the first night at my new apartment. Barely ten feet separated our doors from each other, and one day when the shouting was at loud pitch, I opened my own door and stepped out, fully intending to add my two cents' worth to the shouting. Sitting on the floor in front of the door was Billy.

He was a handsome young boy; 9 years old with blond hair and dark blue eyes. His skin was smooth, and my heart melted as I saw him sitting there, all alone.

"Hello," I said.

He lifted tear-stained eyes to meet mine. "Oh, Hello."

"What's your name?"

"Billy. What's yours?"

"Tony Billy, why are you sitting here?"

"I always sit here when Mom and Doug, my stepfather, fight." He informed me. "They sometimes throw things, and I seem to get in the way."

"Well, you won't be in the way at my place. Why don't you come on in and I'll fix some orange juice."

"You got orange juice?"

I grinned. "Sure. I still love it; plus it's good for you." On my budget, it was all I could afford.

We sat and chatted and watched TV until the shouts died down. He was obviously a bright, precocious child and soon we were best friends.

"I'd better go." Billy told me. "Mom always comes looking for me when they're done fighting."

"Billy!" came a faint shout through the walls.

"See? I got to go." Billy got to his feet and so did I. "Can I come back again next time they fight?"

"Sure, Billy. You and I are friends, and please feel free to come over any time you want, okay?"

He motioned me down and I bent over, expecting some whispered secret. He kissed my cheek and Billy scampered out the door. I rubbed my cheek. I was definitely attracted to this kid. I had a hardon from a single kiss. Of course, I was young and horny then, too. I dismissed it from my mind. Mostly.

A few hours later came a knock at my door. I opened to see a young woman standing there. "Did Billy come to see you today?"

"Yes. I found him sitting in the hall." I said and smiled. "I gave him some orange juice and we sat and talked."

"Alright. Are you a college student?"

"Umm… no ma'am, but I do work at my brother's bar as a cook."

"You see...I start a new job. I start tomorrow, and my sister was going to watch Billy, but she's out of town. Billy told me about you and I was wondering if you'd like to babysit him for me?"

"Well, I go to work full-time...."

She cut me off. "Billy goes to school from 7:45am to 3:30. And the bus drops him off here about 4:15. You only have to watch him after that. My job will be from 3pm to midnight."

"Alright." I said and we discussed terms. I made it easy on her, getting little more than the cost of feeding Billy supper.

The next day Billy came knocking on my door again, tears in his eyes. I immediately took him into my arms, and we talked some more. It seems that Billy's stepfather that very day had walked out of their lives. Mom was going to be working at night, too. He confided in me. "She told me this morning that I was to stay with you."

"Of course," I said. "You know you're always welcome here."

"Okay." Billy said and his arms around me, he kissed me again. This time on the lips. I gulped, as his kiss was very tender. I held him and let him stay on my lap for a while, though I felt sure he could feel my cock stabbing his thigh. Maybe his leg rubbed it some before he got down. I couldn't say.

He cheered up some after a while, watching cartoons on the TV. I came to find out that he hadn't lived here very long and had no friends. We went out and I spent some of my money on games for him. We then had dinner and played the games until 8:00pm, nearing his bedtime. I informed him that he should take a shower and he agreed.

"Do you have a bathtub?" he called from the bathroom.

"I have a stand-up shower. You know how to use it?" I called.

"No," he informed me. I went on in to find him nude and standing in the shower. "How do I wash without sitting in the water?" he asked me.

I tried to explain but he didn't understand. Finally, he said, "Why don't you shower with me and show me?"

"Uhh okay," I said. I got naked myself and joined him in the shower.

His stares puzzled me, and it wasn't aimed at my muscles not the enormous amount of hair on my chest, nor my stocky legs. He was looking directly at my cock. And I was noticing my cock slowly rising right in front of him.

He saw me looking at him and blushed. "I'm sorry." he said. I decided pretend it was not all that important. Billy wouldn't think so, either.

"That's okay." I said. "You can look at it if you want to."

"I can?" He looked up to me and his eyes went to my cock. "Can I touch it?"

"If you want to," I managed to choke out.

He immediately reached and wrapped one warm hand around my dick and jacked it slowly, pulling the foreskin back from the cock head.

"I've never seen one like that," he said. Billy's small penis was cut, I noticed.

"Yours is okay, too." I said.

Glancing at it again. It was definitely rising up. I didn't know boys his age could get erections! His hand was moving faster now. This boy knew what he was doing, and my body was stirring, rising in heat.

"Stop that, please, Billy." I panted.

"Why? Don't you like it?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah." Can't have the boy think something's wrong with us playing. "It feels great. But...."

His hand speeded up into a blur on my cock and I gasped, moaned in agony. The feeling of a great orgasm was about to come and quickly if he kept this up.

"Do you know what's going to happen next, Billy?" I choked out.

"No," he said.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to cum real hard."

"Is that the white stuff that shoots out?" Billy asked.

"Yeah," I moaned. Thinking to myself, "how does this kid know about the white stuff?"

"Then I want to see it cum." Billy said.

"Ah, ah, okay, Billy." I moaned. "I'm going to shoot it real soon."

"I want you to shoot it on my face." Billy said and knelt down to where his face was directly in front of my cock being stroked by his tiny little-boy hand.

"Are...you...sure?" My orgasm was building in me; I know it's going to blow and real soon.

"Yeah. Shoot it all over my face, Tony!" Billy ordered me.

"OK, here it cums Billy… Ahhhh… Fuck…oh man, stroke my cock!"

Billy's eyes lit up with joy as my hot load of cum shot all over his face.

"Oh, Billy, that was great!" I grunted as soon as I could.

"Did you like it, Tony?" Billy asked anxiously.

"I loved it." I grinned at him, his face still covered with my cum. I reached down and lifted his face to mine, kissed him. As I drew back, Billy reached up and wiped some come off his face and put it in his mouth.

"Tastes salty." he said.

"Yes, it does." I agreed.

"Will mine do that?" he asked, looking down at his organ. I followed his eyes, saw it still erect. I took it in my hand and jerked it.

"Let's find out," I said. I knelt down to get a better angle. Billy leaned against the shower wall and moaned as I suck his small preteen cock

"Uh, uh, that's enough, I think I have to pee," he said after a few minutes. I grinned and continued. He was in for a discovery.

"Stop, Tony, stop, uh, uh, uuuhhh!" He groaned and thrashed about, barely keeping his footing. After he was done, I turned him loose.

"That's what it feels like, Billy." I informed him. He grinned at me from a cum-splashed face.

"It feels great," he said as he reached for the shower and turned it on, adjusting the temperature before turning it onto the showerhead.

"I thought you didn't know how to shower." I grinned at him.

He grinned back. "I couldn't think of any other way to get you in here."

"You little shit; you had this planned the whole time didn't ya?" Billy went on to tell me how he got his wisdom.

When Mommy was at work, my stepfather would walk around the house naked so I could see his cock. He started watching porno movies and did not care that I was there and could see everything he was doing. He would jerk off and just look at me as he did. So one day he caught me eyeing up his cock and told me to come over and touch it for him…well I did and he taught me how to suck his cock.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes… looked forward to it all the time… could not wait 'til mommy went to work so we could play."

"Do you want to suck my cock?" I asked.

"Can I?"

"Sure, go for it."

He wasn't a bad cocksucker. His mouth was so wet and hot, he stroked it correctly; my cock felt wonderful in Billy's mouth. We spent the rest of the evening jacking each other off again and again. Billy never seemed to tire; his young muscles could keep it up all night if necessary. And I was 19, with an insatiable drive. We had found our match.

We had it all planned out every time he would come over I would come home and undress, wearing only a robe while waiting for Billy to arrive. He would enter, take off his clothes, and attack me. We would sit on the couch and keep our hands busy on each other. Upon Billy's bedtime, I would go to bed as well, his warm, small body wrapped around mine. On the nights his mother would come by, we'd have the alarm set and rush to get dressed before she returned from work. More and more often, though, Billy would stay the entire night at his mother's request.

She didn't seem to care for Billy at all, and Billy looked forward to coming over more and more often, staying with me often all weekend, while his mother had her boyfriends, and was grateful for my help. I always insisted that I was having so much fun I thought I should pay her. It was the truth, too.

Billy never told his Mom what we were doing, though I never insisted. He had figured it out for himself. When I asked, hesitantly, one day, he shrugged and said, "If I tell them, she won't let me come over. So I don't tell her."

Summer came at last, and with it a request from Billy's mother. She and her husband were going to try to patch things up, and were going away together for two weeks. Could Billy stay with me? I almost broke my neck saying "YES" too quickly. Billy moved over with all his things, and we were in heaven.

Then, on the night before his mother was to return for him, I got 2 phone calls: One was his stepfather. He wanted to know if I would tell Billy's mother when she returned that he was taking a job in New York and wouldn't return for two years. He concluded by saying, "Why don't I send you some money instead of that bitch to help out with Billy?"

"Okay," I said.

I was more prepared for the next call, from his mother. "When his step-father comes to pick Billy up for the summer, would you tell him to keep Billy forever? I'm moving in with my boyfriend and he doesn't want kids. It'd be best for Billy if I didn't see him again."

"What about my money?" I asked.

"I'll send you money to care for Billy. If his step-father doesn't pick him up, he's all yours. I know it's mean, but I never wanted children and Billy loves you. Could you take care of him for me full-time in that case? I'll send you all the money I can. I will sign him over to you, Tony."

"You're with me forever, Billy." I said. "What do you think of that?" Billy's response was to speed up on my cock, sending me into immediate orgasm.

When I caught my breath, Billy looked up, licking his lips and said, "Does that answer your question?"

"Yes." I said. "That answers all my questions."

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