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Billy Hargrove was a handsome, athletic guy in his late teens, with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a big thick dick bulging in his pants. He was horny as hell most of the time, and knew where to find the action he wanted. There was a restroom in the park where he would go and get his dick sucked by some hungry fag. A lot of these faggots from Hawkins were willing to do anything for a thick dicked young hunk like Billy, and he had gotten into some really kinky scenes with them.
One guy had begged to lick his dirty asshole, and Billy had loved it. The guy had tongued and sucked on his raunchy ass until Billy was ready to cum, then had taken his hard cock down his throat and swallowed his load. Billy quickly noticed that a lot of cocksuckers liked it when he was rough with them, and he began to enjoy dominating them. One married guy had let him fuck his hairy ass in one of the stalls, and had begged and whimpered for more as Billy pummeled his dick up his tight ass until he came. He called the queer all sorts of degrading names, and the man had loved it, moaning loudly and shoving his fat ass up to meet Billy's hard, thrusting pole.
Billy was learning fast what fags who went to bathrooms for sex liked, and he loved giving it to them.
One day, he had found a sticky copy of a porno mag in one of the stalls and, since there was no one around, he flipped through it. It was a magazine all about S/M. Billy couldn't believe it. There were pictures and stories about Masters and their boys, and all sorts of kinky and perverted things that they did together. Billy's dick got so hard that he had to pull it out and whack it off right then and there. He stroked his dick furiously imagining he was one of the masters in the magazine with his very own slave boy who would let him do anything he wanted to him. He saw pictures of young guys getting pissed on, being tied up and displayed with their legs spread, their young asses spread for a whipping or a fucking.
Since there was no one around to shove his cock into, Billy jerked off and came all over the floor. Then he left, taking the magazine with him. He studied the pictures carefully at home and jacked off to it frequently. Billy knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he got back to that bathroom and found some young faggot who would be his slave. He was pretty sure he'd find someone there who would want to submit to him totally, and Billy's head swam with crazy fantasies of what he would do with some young faggot.
Billy got into being more and more aggressive and dominant with several guys he met in the toilets, and found almost all of them willing and eager to submit to the hunky young guy with the swimmer's build and a fat dick. But he had never met anyone who he thought was cute and submissive enough. He got a lot of guys to suck his dick while he grabbed their hair and fucked their mouths. A few college jocks got into rimming his sweaty asshole, and more than one nerdy guy had begged to have Billy breed their holes while their wives were at home cooking dinner. But none of them seemed quite right.
In the meantime, he worked as a lifeguard at the Hawkins Community Pool, from which he made enough for his car's gas, and cans of beer every now and then. Once in a while, he would visit the sex shop in the nearest town, and he had made a few purchases. He had found some pretty wild devices, restraints and hoods, and other sex toys he wanted to try out on some willing queer. In the meantime, he kept up his search for the right guy.
One afternoon, he went to the park bathroom, horny and looking for some action. He entered the door, and immediately he had a feeling that someone was there. He looked towards the stalls and found an eye staring out through a gloryhole, checking him out. Billy knew he was in luck. He unzipped his jeans and took out his long, hard cock, and stood just far enough from the urinal that the guy could get a clear look at his dick as he pissed.
Billy loved showing himself off like this. He was quite an exhibitionist and loved nothing more than to wave his dick in some guys gaping face. Instead of peeing, he started to get hard, knowing that whoever was watching was probably really enjoying the view. As it jerked up, he heard a moan from the stall, and that made his dick stand up fully erect and proud. He turned towards the partition and grabbed his hard on and waved it at the eye in the hole. He winked and said in a low voice,
"Come on out, and maybe I'll let ya suck it. Stay inside, and I’ll slit your fucking throat open with my pocket knife for being a peeping fag pig."
The eye immediately left the hole, and a few seconds later the stall door swung open, and out stepped a cute young teenage boy. He was breathing hard, and was probably overwhelmed with both fear and arousal. And that's when Billy couldn’t help his surprise when he realized that he was one of Max’s nerdy friends. The quiet one who always seemed to be sick. He had a small, slim frame and a mop of brown hair that came over his ears. His nose was really cute too, slightly upturned and his lips looked full and soft. Big eyes, and slender hands. Billy already knew that the kid was a fag. Everyone could tell. Few would say it out lout. But he hadn’t expect to find a kid so young and so eager to suck the cocks of strange men in a public bathroom.
Billy also knew the kid was a cocksucker when he saw those red lips, and he knew he was going to have some fun with this kid from now on. The kid was wearing some loose jeans and a t-shirt that was too big for him. On his feet, which looked too big for his lean legs, he was wearing some old, scuffed up sneakers. His hands looked large too as if he still had some growing to do. Billy guessed the kid was pretty young, maybe 13 or so. But the boy was grabbing his own groin, and was obviously very horny for Billy's cock. He stepped up to Billy, never taking his big eyes off his hard meat. He reached out one hand to grab it, but Billy slapped his hand away.
"Not yet, fag. Get your pants off first. I want to see you earn my dick."
"Y- Yes s-sir!" the boy managed to reply in a scared voice.
The kid was a dream. Hot and cooperative, a natural submissive. He liked that the boy had called him 'sir' right off the bat.
The boy kicked off his old sneakers and dropped his pants. He was wearing some tight boxers that spread open at the crotch and revealed a hard little stubby cock. The boy stepped out of his jeans.
"The underwear too, kid."
He blushed in embarrassment, but he slid out of his shorts and kicked them away too. Then Billy locked the door, and then reached out almost aggressively, violently grabbing the kid's shirt and roughly ripping it and pulling it off. He heard the boy whimper as he closed his eyes. The kid's shirt was completely torn up now, and the boy stood completely naked before him. The kid was blushing hard from the humiliation and still trembling from the fear of being completely naked in a public restroom, but his boy cock was harder than ever. He had been coming here for sex for a couple of months, and he liked being abused by men, but none had ever been as rough and commanding as the one and only Billy Hargrove.
Billy grabbed the kid's ugly hair and forced him to his knees on the dirty bathroom floor. He got close so that his dick throbbed just inches from the kid's face.
The older teen looked down and the naked, lanky kid. "You got a little dick don't you boy?"
The kid blushed again. He did have a little dick, he knew. It was just 3’ ½’’ inches long, far smaller than his friends’. His balls were small and still hairless. He didn't have much of a pubic bush either. It thrilled him to have the older guy humiliate him about his dick though, and made the stubby little thing throb hard and leak a drop of his juice.
"I said, you've got a little dick, don't you?! Answer me faggot!"
"Y- Yes sir, I have a little dick." the kid said, his voice shaking a little.
"That's right, a little faggot dick. That's why you want my big one to suck on, isn't it."
"Yes, sir, whatever you say sir. Is it too small for you, sir?"
Billy smiled with malice. He felt so perverted and dirty. Abusing a middle schooler. A fucking kid. A fucking kid who was friends with his sister. Who knew his name. The feeling was absolutely exhilarating. No wonder why there were so many pedos out there. Being a sexual predator was hot as fuck, he realized.
"Just perfect for a little fairy like you. You want to wrap your lips around a real big one?"
The kid was scared of being caught naked in the bathroom on his knees, and part of him wanted to have Billy’s cock and get the whole scene over with.
"Y- Yes, sir. Can I-… Can I suck it, please let me suck you off, sir?"
Billy pretended to consider it. Then he grinned down at the boy and said,
"Lick my balls faggot, lick my nuts and worship that cock."
The boy leaned into Billy's sweaty groin and put out his tongue and began licking the furry sack. The smell of Billy's ball sweat made the boy light-headed with urgent desire.
He moaned and slurped hungrily at Billy's low hanging testicles. He began to lick up the shaft, whimpering with delight as he got his hot lips onto that bone-hard shaft of meat. He kissed the pulsing, drooling head, and then pushed his mouth down over the fat head, slipping the flaring crown between his eager, sucking lips. His tongue swiped over the tip, as he tasted Billy's sticky man juices. But Billy grabbed the kid's hair and pulled him off.
"I didn't say you could suck it faggot!" He roared as he jerked the kid's head around roughly by his soft hair.
"I'm- I’m- I’m… I’m s-sorry sir, I just wanted..."
"Fuck what you want, you little piece of shit! You'll get what I want. Let’s get this straight. Faggots like you are only good for one thing! Doing what they are told! And you are going to do everything I tell you to do if you want this dick!"
"Yes, sir!"
"All right. Let me hear you beg for it."
The horny kid couldn't believe his ears! Billy Hargrove. The hot brother of his friend, the man of his dreams was really dominating him! He was going to have to kneel here naked and beg to suck his cock like some slut! He felt cheap and dirty. But he really wanted to suck it, wanted it bad. And he was really warming to the idea of letting this guy get wild with him.
"Please sir! Please, please can I? I need to suck your cock! Please let me have it in my mouth! Please?" He whispered, gulping desperately between breaths.
"You think you're worthy to suck my cock, little queer?" Billy drawled the words, slowly slapping his dick around the young teen’s face.
"Um, n-no sir. I know I'm not worthy… But if you… But if you let me, I'll try my best to please you sir, Mr. Billy, I'm a good cocksucker, really I am! Please sir! Let me try and please your dick with my mouth!"
The kid was getting into it. He had long had private jack-off fantasies about big guys who would treat him like the faggot he was, and now it was all coming true. He forgot about being naked in public. He forgot about everything except serving the teenager’s cock. Billy had told him to worship his cock, and the boy truly began to feel that he was doing just that. Worshiping his god, wanting, needing to please it in any way he could.
He was close to shooting his young load without even touching himself. But he knew he wanted to please Billy's big dick before he did anything about his own. He knew he would do anything, suffer any humiliation to have that hot dick shoved down his throat, or even up his tight young ass, destroying him from the inside.
Billy dropped his jeans down to his thighs and then strode over to the far wall beyond the stalls.
"No, Please sir!" The boy cried out when he saw Billy walking away from him. But Billy just laughed. He leaned up against the far wall and thrusted his pelvis out at the kneeling, naked boy groveling on the floor.
"Crawl, faggot! Crawl over here for what you want, crawl for it, bitch!"
Instantly the boy got down on his hands and knees and began to crawl forward towards Billy’s throbbing dick. As he drew closer Billy got a wicked gleam in his eye. He was interested in seeing how far he could push this stupid kid
"All the way down, fairy. Crawl on your belly if you want my cock."
The boy did as he was told. He lay down on that filthy bathroom floor and heaved himself along, rubbing the whole front of his body across the rough grimy surface. He felt totally degraded to be doing this. The rough floor scraped against his throbbing little dick and balls, and it was incredibly, humiliatingly erotic. He wriggled his ass as he crawled towards Billy's towering form. He finally got to where Billy was leaning. The boy was sweating with the effort, and his body was smeared with the dirt from the floor. His mind reeled with the confusion of being so completely degraded and how horny it was making him. Without thinking, he opened his mouth and licked out at Billy's thick boots, licking, kissing and slurping, eager to show the older teen what a willing slave he could be.
Billy laughed almost in marvel, as the kid cleaned his boots with his tongue. He knew he had found the right kid at last, and he wanted to make the most of it. He wanted to get out of the dank little shack and get this kid to a motel room. He knew the kid was in such a horny state now that he would go with him just by asking him to.
"Alright, kid. I'll give you my cock. But let’s go to a place where we can really get in on. I'll show you a wild time. Make your faggot dreams come true…"
The boy was lost in worshiping Billy's grimy boots, only half-comprehending what Billy was saying to him.
Billy reached down and grabbed him by the hair again, pulling the kid into a kneeling position.
"You want to come with me and suck this or not, fag?!" he growled, reaching for his cock and waving it in the kid's flushed face.
"Yeah, yeah! I do! Anything you want, sir!"
"That's more like it. You wait here. Stay naked until I tell you. I'll get my car and then you can get dressed so we can get out of here."
"O- Ok..." Was all the boy could say. Billy gathered up the kid's shoes, shorts and jeans, leaving the torn t-shirt on the floor.
"Just to make sure you stay naked!" he laughed as he left the restroom. The boy's head was swimming with lust and confusion. He hoped that Billy would come back with his clothes. It was really embarrassing to be totally naked and smeared with dirt in a public men's room, and he prayed no one would walk in and find him like that. He got up and went into one of the stalls and closed the door, sitting on the cold, hard seat of the toilet, waiting anxiously for the sound of Billy's car.
He needn't have worried. Billy had no intention of leaving this cute, young faggot who was so hot for his abuse and his big dick. He got back to that restroom as quickly as he could, and walked back in, looking around. At first, he didn't see the kid, then he spotted the small feet under the partition. He strode over to the stall and pulled the door open with a slam. He stepped up to the kid and slapped him hard across the face.
"FUCKING FAIRY! Did I tell you you could move!?"
"No sir, I'm sorry sir!" yelped the boy, his face reddening, his pretty eyes filling with tears. He hoped he hadn't blown it, so to speak.
"I'm going to have to punish you for that, fag! But it'll have to wait, for now. Here! Put these on!" He thrust the kid's shorts into his hands.
"That's all you're getting to wear, make the most of it." He laughed.
The boy gulped. He was going to have to walk out into that public parking lot wearing nothing but his too-tight boxers! The shorts were so tight that they always gaped open at the fly and his dick stuck out through it when he was hard like this.
There was no other choice, not if he wanted to have Billy’s cock, or even just get the rest of his clothes back!
He slid the boxers on and prepared to follow this man anywhere he wanted to take him, thinking at the same time that he must be crazy, bat-crazy to be doing such a thing. He was embarrassed as hell as he stepped out into the broad daylight wearing the little boxers, but the shame only made his dick harder as it stuck out through his fly, concealing nothing. Billy had parked opposite the shack on purpose, just to make the walk that much more embarrassing for the kid. The nearly naked teenager had to walk behind Billy all the way across the parking lot. His head was bowed in shame, afraid to look around. He waited at the car for further orders. Billy opened the passenger side door and violently shoved the kid on the seat. Then he walked around and got in.
As he started the engine he told the kid, "Take those panties off, fruit-boy, and throw them out the window."
The humiliated boy did as he was ordered, and sat bare-assed as they drove along. Billy pulled out of the parking lot and up the road, eventually merging onto the main highway.
"Do something to entertain me on the way. Let see. I want you to spread your legs and finger your asshole for me. With your other hand I want you to finger your little cock. I want to see a good show. But don't you dare cum, faggot, or I'll stop this car and push you out onto the road naked!"
The boy bent his slim legs at the knees and put his feet up on the edge of the seat, opening himself wide like a horny slut. He took one of his shaking hands and brought it down to the crack of his soft young ass. He trailed his finger into the crack and began rubbing it around his tiny, hairless hole. He moaned involuntarily as he touched his sensitive ass-pucker.
With his other hand he gripped his stubby little boy-cock between thumb and forefinger and began jerking slowly. He was glad it was the middle of the day and there didn't seem to be too many other cars on the road. Anyone could have pulled right up beside them and seen him naked, playing with himself and looking like a cheap little whore.
Billy rubbed his own large boner as he drove. A pleased smile on his face.