A Bully's Transformation - Pt. 05

Billy felt self-conscious walking into school today after yesterday's craziness with Paul and Mr. Stretch, not to mention the things happening at home. He felt vulnerable and hyper aware of the people around him. He sat in the usual spot in homeroom and watched his classmates filing in, some alone, others with friends. Feeling this way, it felt like everyone was so sure of themselves and where they belonged in the hierarchy of high school. Billy struggled since being estranged from his old friends and now seemingly repulsive to new friends. He used to take his inner struggles out on others but now reserves that defense mechanism for all his former closest group of friends. Even still, this week he's felt disarmed and unable to protect himself, leaving Billy frustrated and edgy.

Paul walked in with his girlfriend, glanced at Billy and winked as he went to sit in his usual seat. Slumping in his seat, Billy tried to push away the thoughts that threatened to derail his focus. He glanced at Chris, who was chatting animatedly across the room with Adam and Paul. For some reason, Chris always seemed to know where to fit in, his day ran like a well-oiled machine connecting him with just the right mix of classmates. Billy envied how effortless it seemed for him to blend into the fabric of high school life, while he felt like an outsider trying to thread his way in with fraying seams.

He looked back at Adam, Joey's brother, and noticed some recent changes he must have missed. Adam was wearing a tight form fitting shirt with tapered jeans that showed off his effeminate body. He looked like he was wearing makeup with his hair pulled back. He thought he could make out a bumps on his chest, like A-cup titties but the part of his body that really stood out was his wide hips, round ass and slim waist. Adam was giving off the trans or femboy vibe that was popular nowadays.

The bell rang and Billy stood quickly to head to Social Studies with Mrs. Ringer, which he attended with Joey. Sitting down he opened his notebook and doodled while waiting for class to start. Less than a minute later, Joey walked in and sat his bag down. Often, Billy would harass Joey by spitting on his seat or putting chalk dust all over his desk, but today he was trying to be off the radar. Billy saw him fiddling around in his pockets out of the corner of his eye and turned enough to see what he was doing. Whatever he was getting from his pocket pulled his shorts tight, revealing what could only be a tube sock stuffed down his leg. It was as thick and long as those you see in big dick porn. Despite the fake dick, Billy could smell the male scent coming from Joey, like he had from Paul and his brother. He kept watching the fake swollen member imagining what he could do if it were real. Would he jerk him off or suck on the head and eat his cum like he had done with Jake? Joey was fiddling with his wallet now leaving the unobstructed view of his fake dick pressing against his shorts. Billy glanced around to be sure nobody else noticed that Joey was presenting a large, fake dildo inches from his face, although covered. He saw the ridge from the head of it pressed against his shorts and thought of how he wrapped his lips around Jake's this morning. Returning the wallet to his pocket, Joey adjusted the dildo openly and then sat down. Billy was almost embarrassed for Joey with the obvious immature demonstration he was parading around. It was only a matter of time before someone called him out and the whole school would make fun of him.

Shrugging it off, Billy returned to doodling as class started and Mrs. Ringer opened where they finished last week. In an odd twist of coincidence, she talked about how members of the LGBTQ community experienced life in these different countries. In some cases, they were arrested or worse, killed. He thought about the trans and gay population at his school and how comfortable they were here in the US, Canada and other free countries. He thought about Adam feeling comfortable enough to dress the way he did today and how he wore makeup. He thought about his own behavior yesterday and this morning and found himself almost fearful of whatever was happening with him.

Clearing his head he went back to taking notes and noticed some of his doodles which often involved stickmen were sexual in nature. He hadn't realized he had made obviously gay stickmen drawings. There were various pairs of male stickmen giving blow jobs and getting fucked on all fours. He often drew stickmen having sex, but it was always male and female. He usually gives the girls huge jugs on purpose and sometimes had them sucking huge dongs from the boy figures.

Looking up, he saw Joey had turned and was looking at his drawings of gay sex, immediately making him flushed and embarrassed. In an attempt to save his dignity, he spelled Joey's name above one of the figures and drew a line leading to the one getting fucked on all fours, then smirked at Joey. Joey smiled at the new game and reached back to write Billy's name on the stickman giving a blowjob on his knees, before returning to his own notes.

Annoyed Billy turned to a fresh page and drew a large drawing of the same pair fucking on all four and wrote 'Joey the Faggot' underneath pointing to one getting railed. He folded it up and waited for the teacher to face away, then quickly dropped it over Joey's shoulder on his lap. He watched as Joey opened the paper discreetly, then appeared to laugh a bit quietly. He began drawing his own picture on the same paper before folding it up and dropping it over his shoulder on Billy's desk. Billy opened it discretely and saw another picture with a stickman on his knees with his mouth open and another figure standing back and holding his cum spewing dick. The figure on his knees labeled with 'Billy's cumslut mouth' and the large dick figure labeled with 'Joey's foot long dick'.

Billy crumbled the paper as if to hide it from prying eyes and thought despite the fake dick picture, the other figure was not untrue. Feeling flushed now, he drew a new picture of a stickman with a small nub for a dick and a sad face, then wrote 'You wish, needle dick!'. He folded and delivered it as before and saw Joey go through the same sequence of drawing his own picture and delivering it back to Billy. This time Billy found a drawing of a very big, dicked stick figure fucking another male stick figure. Each labeled 'Joey's foot long hot dog' and 'Billy the buttslut' respectively. Below the picture was a message reading, 'Don't believe me? Text me and I'll show you'; Joey's cell written below the message. Frustrated with the impasse, Billy folded the paper and put it away after saving Joey's cell number in his phone. He wanted Joey to just admit he is walking around with an extra-large dildo in his shorts. I mean there is no way the thing was real Billy thought to himself.

He refocused on schoolwork for the remainder of class and watched again as Joey stood to go to his next class clearly making a point to put his dildo on display for Billy. He watched waiting for the moment it would fall from his pants creating a spectacle, but it didn't happen. Instead, he watched Joey leave the room with his dildo swinging freely in his shorts. He reached for his phone and texted Joey, 'Prove it, needle dick!'. Less than a minute later he got a reply with a picture from below Joey's dildo looking up that read, 'Your view from my cock'. Feeling exposed and embarrassed he tried turning it back on Joey quickly texting, 'Faggot! You like boys sucking your dick!', before realizing the implied message that Billy would be sucking Joey's cock in that picture.

"Damn it," he cursed to himself as he got a reply from Joey saying, 'Can't help it if everyone wants my cock.'. Billy burned with shame as he felt like Joey was exposing him and his recent sexual acts. He packed up and left for Art class in a fit of frustration, deciding to confront Joey after lunch in History class. He had enough to worry about attending the next two classes with Paul.

Calming down by the time he entered Art class; Billy made his way to one of the group craft tables. Today the tables were set up with small table-top easels with sketching tools and chalk. On the screen up front was a display of a large oval shape sketched out like someone was preparing to draw a face. As expected, Paul entered and being sans girlfriend chose to sit next to Billy with a cheerful greeting.

"Sup, Dude," he asked as he sat his bag down under the table.

Trying not to look directly at him, Billy replied curtly, "Sup."

"Phew, thanks again for yesterday, Man," he said privately as he leaned closer to Billy. "That was awesome of you. 'da fucker woke right up when I saw you this morning and it's been raging ever since," Paul continued discreetly pointing to the bulge in his pants. "Usually that only happens for my girl, but for some reason it happens with you too, now."

"Sorry," was all Billy could think to say in response feeling flush and warm again.

"No need to be sorry, Man," Paul replied. "But I'd love it if you did it again sometime."

Billy just smiled, ashamed of the request for another hand job and tried to get ready to work on the assignment. Mrs. Bauer was a sweet old woman who treated all the students like they were her own grandchildren. She started explaining how to properly sketch a face and described all the guidelines before having each student begin. Ten minutes into class, Billy was feeling flush and lightheaded as if he was going to pass out. He asked to be excused to the restroom and went to collect himself.

He was alone in the bathroom and went to the sink to wash his face and try to recover. He felt better right away and went to take a leak at the urinal. He held his tiny dick and just started to release when someone entered the bathroom. Sidling up next to Billy once again, like clockwork was Paul. Bending and maneuvering to allow him to extract his large and apparently raging dick out to pee he stepped into the urinal next to Billy.

"Hey," he began. "You, OK? I told Mrs. Bauer I was going to check on you because you didn't look so good."

"Yeah, I'm better now," Billy replied unable to resist looking down at Paul's big dick.

Billy openly looked down at the hard rigid pole as Paul held it still trying to pee. It had a smooth and even colored tone leading up to a pinkish-purple tip that peeked out under the foreskin. There were thick branching veins leading from the base up to the tip that appeared almost angry in appearance. They were surrounded by smaller blueish veins scattered around it randomly.

"Damn it," Paul complained. "I can't go when it's like this. And you're not helping when you drool over it."

Billy looked away and finished before zipping up. Feeling flushed with embarrassment again, he went back to the sink and washed his hands, then his face. When he finished drying his face Paul was standing next to him with a slightly pained look and his dick jetting out in front of him.

"Do you think you could help me again in the stall maybe?" he asked somewhat sheepishly. "I'm sure I can be quick."

Trying to appear put out, Billy hesitated before walking into the corner stall against the wall. Pretending to not be excited, he put the toilet seat down and sat waiting as Paul came in shutting the door. Billy watched as Paul stepped forward giving Billy a close view of yet another cock. He found himself excited to see Paul's dick again and reached out to bring it forward. He started slowly as if in a trance tugging the silky skin of Paul's firm shaft and watching as is stretched back and forth over the ridge of his glans. It was already leaking with precum, and Billy reflexively extended his tongue to lap it up.

"Wow, Billy," Paul whispered. "You're awesome. Just like that and I'll be blowing in no time."

Billy took the encouragement and continued stroking Paul's long dick, feeling the pulses against his fingers and palm. He could feel the hard muscle along the bottom as his thumb glided back and forth. He was becoming more excited as he continued lapping up the fluids dripping from Paul's needy cock. His heart was racing, his skin was warm, and his head was dizzy. His tongue and lips tingled each time he licked the dripping cum from Paul's dick. He secretly wanted to suck on it but felt scared and focused on the task at hand. He could see Paul's heavy balls lifting ready to release and he leaned forward and took the head of Paul's dick in his mouth, cradling it with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, Man. Seriously," Paul hissed as his hips shook ready to release.

Billy felt it again as he had this morning come up the shaft and flex as it filled his mouth with warm, thick fluid. Paul flexed again pushing another massive load into Billy's now overflowing mouth. Billy opened wide and rocked his head back to allow Paul to release more into his mouth without making a huge mess of his face. He relaxed his throat and allowed the thick fluid to drool down his gullet as Paul continued shooting against the roof of his mouth. There was much more cum than Billy had received from his brother, and he struggled to collect it all as Paul finally slowed to several thick bursts.

Billy looked up at the lust filled haze of Paul's face, clearly displaying his submission again and worked to swallow the mouthful of cum. It took a noticeable effort to swallow the heavy load, but when he finished, he smiled and extended his tongue again to lap up the remaining drips. When he finished, he had to push some from his chin into his mouth as well and Paul watched as he opened the door slightly to confirm nobody had entered. Stepping out and heading quickly to the urinal Paul immediately began releasing his piss as Billy basked in the same tingling feeling he had this morning when he ate his brother's cum. Closing his eyes and sighing deeply, Billy felt the dizzy, flush feeling give way to a tingling sensation in his mouth and belly. Listening to Paul piss in the urinal he found himself curious about what it would feel like to hold it for him or more even. His mouth watered at the thought, and he stepped out of the stall to once again to wash his face and hands.

Paul finished and came up to wash his hands, slapping Billy on the upper back before saying, "You outdid yourself this time Billy Rulio. That was seriously awesome."

Billy smiled, taking the complement and went on to return to class. He was able to focus on the activity for the remainder of class and blissfully went on to Spanish class following. Thankfully, Paul didn't bother him in this class as his girlfriend attended with him, and he was able to focus on schoolwork and avoid the distractions he experienced to date. He did again take notice of Adam's new look and wondered himself what it would be like to dress up the same way. Shaking it off, he focused on schoolwork and went on to lunch once again taking a back seat to most everyone where he could observe and more importantly avoid any further trouble.

By the time lunch finished, Billy had calmed down a bit and while he still wanted Joey to admit he was walking around with a dildo stuck in his pants, the contrary would mean that yet another male in this school was more endowed than Billy. Thinking about it, there probably wasn't anyone in this school less endowed than he was with whatever was happening with his 'manhood', if you could call it that. If he doesn't figure out why he can't get a hard-on, he might be stuck with this little dick forever. He settled in and waited for Joey to walk in knowing he would sit in the assigned seat next to him. He tried not to get himself worked up into a panic over his erection issues as he waited for Joey.

He watched Joey walk up the isle to his seat and sure enough, he still had a dildo swinging in his shorts which thankfully for him were longer; otherwise, the stupid thing would be peaking out.

"What's up, needle dick?" Billly provoked him the moment Joey sat down.

Billy saw that he was getting under his skin as usual when Joey turned to him asking, "Dude. I sent you a pic of my package. Why do you have to keep calling me needle dick?"

"Anyone can tell a fake snap when you see one," Billy replied. "If your dick were that big, you'd be in porn."

"Well, my dick IS that big, I'm not in porn and I'm tired of you harassing me," Joey said, now worked up.

"Waaa, waaa, waaaa," Billy continued to taunt.

"Alright, that's enough. I'm fuckin' tired of this shit," Joey burst out in a fit of frustration, quietly. "If I prove that I'm NOT a needle dick, will you finally shut the fuck up?"

"Look, faggot. If you had a dick like you CG'd to me, I'd suck it," Billy challenged him back without thinking much about what he was saying. "But since I know you are a needle dick faggot, I'd go as far as saying could fuck me up the ass if the dick in that pick were real."

Billy instantly flushed as he finished the challenge, not realizing he was implying being on the receiving end of gay anal sex. Joey looked at him lifting one eyebrow as if he was surprised at the challenge which Billy mistook for being nervous.

Joey responded quietly, "I'll take that bet. What if I lose?"

Billy felt like he was playing poker with what was left of his manhood when he replied, "Of course I fuck you up the ass, Faggot!"

Joey just shook his head clearly frustrated and hopefully nervous about losing, although Billy wouldn't be much good on the giving end of the proposed gay anal sex scenario. Being honest with himself, Billy was ill-prepared to deliver on either side of the bet, and he cursed himself for not thinking of this ahead of time. He'd experimented with Paul and his brother but there is no way he's ready to try anal sex. He's not even gay, or at least he doesn't think so. He had to figure out a way to change the bet or get out of it altogether. His phone buzzed and he looked down at it.

Joey to Billy - Update bet. Whoever loses must do a Bear Gryllis.

Billy knew what this meant having watched all the survival shows in the past few years. Bear Gryllis was known for saying that when you're stuck out in the desert or stranded with no source of clean water, it is better to drink your own piss than risk getting sick. This was his out which was a far cry better than having to perform anal sex.

Billy to Joey - Bet. Hope you're thirsty.

Joey raised his hand and asked if he could go to the nurse for a headache, grabbing his bag and heading out. Billy was slightly confused as to what he was supposed to do when he received another text.

Joey to Billy - Meet in the locker room.

Billy hadn't thought about doing this right now during class. He figured it would be after school or even later this week, not during school, let alone in the gym locker room. What if a class was coming, going or worse, the coach caught them. He didn't want to even imagine how Coach Short would react to finding two boys fiddling around with their dicks or pissing in the shower. Billy cursed his lack of forethought again but asked to be excused for the restroom and quickly exited.

Nervously, Billy proceeded down the hall to the gym locker room. He took several deep breaths attempting to calm his nerves. He wasn't really afraid that Joey would want to fight, but he was afraid that there was a small chance he wasn't faking it. Maybe, he had a regular size dick, or something that happened to look bigger in his shorts. He wasn't sure what qualified as a needle dick. If anyone surely had a needle dick it was Billy at this point. He could defer the bet until after school, he definitely didn't want to risk messing around anymore at school.

Entering the gym locker, he headed back to the shower stalls and saw Joey's sneakers below the back stall partition. He took a deep breath and tried to appear confident as he approached the edge with the open curtain.

"Alright needle dick, show me the fake dildo you stole from your mom," Billy said with a bravado beyond what he was feeling.

Joey was holding a stupidly big dildo out from his open shorts. It looked to be like a foot long and it appeared to be wet on the tip. He thought Joey went to great lengths to pull this off convincingly. Billy laughed in a guffaw and reached to snatch the dildo from Joey's grip and instead of coming away with the dildo, he pulled Joey off balance as he jerked the huge shaft towards himself.

"Ow!", Joey yelled as Billy pulled on his apparently real dick. "Careful with the package, Man!"

Not letting go of the thick, warm and leaking dick in his hand, Billy stared down in stunned silence. He could smell the same scent he had several times now and was all too familiar with the intoxicating effects it had on him. He squeezed it softly in his palm, feeling the hardness as if needing further confirmation that his former friend and classmate was sporting a porn-star dick in his hand. Joey said nothing as Billy just stared at the large dick for several minutes. He felt Joey's hands on his shoulders gently urging him to kneel and he felt hypnotized as he complied now only inches away from the long hanging shaft in front of him. It was inches longer and much thicker than either his brother or Paul's cocks. Billy reached out with his other hand and lifted it to his face totally mesmerized by the imposing presence. He felt almost drugged, looking at the large phallus in front of him. Billy moved it from side to side in awe, licking his lips before looking up at Joey, almost speechless.

"I don't...," Billy started to say he didn't know what to do. Hesitating he said, "Where...," he wondered where Joey got such a big dick, but realized the absurdity of the question. Stammering, Billy tried again, "Did you mean...," wondering if Joey wanted him to suck his huge, beautiful cock.

Joey replied by reaching down and placing a hand on the back of Billy's head pressing him forward and saying, "Don't try to talk. Just suck."

Breathing heavy, Billy drew his face closer to Joey's cock, feeling the pulses of his hard-on in his hand. Billy hadn't extended his tongue and instead brought the head of Joey's cock to his lips and felt the wetness dripping from the tip. He extended his tongue to lap up the fluid as he had learned to do, feeling like he was under a trance and shivered as he opened his mouth to take Joey's magnificent cock into his mouth. Billy had wanted to do this with Paul and his brother but lacked the nerve. This time, he felt like he was under a tractor beam pulling him in. He closed his eyes to savor the feeling as he worked his lips forward on Joey's dick. He completely submitted to Joey's manhood and not knowing what to do suckled on the top quarter of Joey's cock. Joey guided him back and forth, in and out, up and down, as if he was being led through a dance. Billy moaning in submission, felt like he sounded more feminine and sank into the moment.

"You're being a good faggot now, Billy. Just suck my dick like you know you want to. You want to swallow my cock and eat my cum, I can tell," Joey said encouragingly like he wanted more. Stretching out the words in a gravelly voice, Joey continued "Oh, yeah Billy. That feels really good. Your mouth is so good at making me hard. Can you feel my cock pulse in your mouth?"

Billy could feel Joey's cock respond to his tongue and lips, pulsating need and desire as it leaked precum on his tongue.

"That's all you, Billy. You're gonna make me cum in no time," Joey continued.

Billy was completely enamored with Joey's encouragement and began slurping and sucking as much of Joey's cock as he could fit in his mouth. He was surprised that he could fit almost a third of this thick, hot pole in his mouth as it tapped the back of his throat with each stroke. Billy extended his lips to try to taste more of the shaft as Joey pushed forward, putting his hands behind his back.

"You can do it, Billy," Joey began again with his soothing words. "You were born to service dick. Take it in your throat, Faggot," Joey commanded.

Billy wanted to do what Joey said but was scared and paused at the top of Joey's thick pole. Remembering how he pleasured his brother and Paul, he felt like maybe he could take this thick pole in his throat. He hadn't felt a gag reflex for the past several minutes; perhaps he could deep throat like the many girls he had seen do on porn. Determined to succeed, Billy pressed himself down on Joey's fat cock against the back of his throat. He was happy there was no gag reflex as he pushed the bulbous head against his throat. He had never pushed anything into his throat and found himself surprised it came so naturally when it popped in. Billy was taken aback at the accomplishment and looked down at the remaining shaft in front of him, breathing heavily through his nose. He pressed further down the shaft, feeling the ridge from Joey's cock enter and begin to travel down his throat. He was excited to push more of Joey's dick into his throat pulling more in with his lips and tongue. He couldn't believe he was fitting this huge specimen of manhood in his throat and giving it pleasure. He wanted to do more and service it properly allowing Joey to cum in his mouth and throat. He hoped for the tingling sensation he had with Paul and his brother as he worked his way down the shaft. His saliva preceded him down Joey's cock, offering a smooth pathway to the base.

"Oh yeah, Billy," Joey continued as before with drawn out encouragement and sand in his voice. "You're doing it, Man. Swallow my cock," Joey persisted. "The whole thing. I know you can. I know you want to," Joey said between each of the strokes.

When his nose and lips were nestled in Joey's pubic hair he moaned loudly and squeezed his own legs together to relieve the ache in his little dick. He wanted to service Joey, now like he had his brother and Paul. He wanted his cum in his mouth and to feel his cock delivering the treat into his waiting lips.

Joey interrupted his thought saying, "Now suck my cock and drink my cum, Billy. Make me cum with that throat of yours."

As if on command, Billy began extracting Joey's cock several inches, delighting in the feeling of his dick sliding from his throat to his esophagus and back. He had never experienced this sensation and reveled in the pleasure it brought Joey. He began to work his mouth, throat and beyond up and down Joey's cock. He could feel the ridges of his bulging shaft slide through as he traveled up and down the manly pole. He worked his oral pleasure sleave up and down Joey's shaft on a mission now to get his cum. He pictured the thick fluid traveling up Joey's shaft to his mouth and throat where he would feel the warmth and unique taste. He made a point of using his tongue to lick and slosh along the shaft extending to Joey's balls when he could reach. Before too long, Joey gripped the side of Billy's head and took over the effort of moving him up and down the shaft. Billy, had to change to a more physically submissive role, allowing Joey to move his oral dick sleeve up and down the firehose. He relaxed his throat allowing free travel of Joey's cock as he was led up and down the shaft 10 inches at a time. His cock was simply the biggest dick ever and Billy was happy to be servicing it.

"Oh, yeah, Faggot. You're gonna get my load, soon. Real soon," Joey promised as he pulled his cock from his mouth and began stroking feverishly. "Open up, Billy. I'm gonna feed you now!" Billy did as commanded while Joey continued his barrage of verbal abuse, "Oh fuck! Yes!

Billy rocked his head back and watched as Joey stroked his slobber covered cock to completion erupting with a thick, white load of cum that seemed to immediately cover Billy's face, even his hair. Not to be outdone, successive loads poured out allowing Billy to open his mouth as if drinking from a faucet of cum. His eyes stung and he had to close them, using his hands to guide the head of Joey's dick to his open mouth. He could feel Joey stroking the cum into his mouth and wanted it all. He was spellbound by the scent, taste and feel of the thick, viscous fluid that Billy could almost chew in his mouth. It was stronger, thicker and more pleasant than any he experienced in the past day. Billy held his mouth open while Joey finished his deposit, then proceeded to swallow his cum in phases. First allowing his throat to accept what was already there, then swathing his mouth with his tongue to gather and swallow more, before sweeping the spill over into his hungry mouth. He pushed, licked and swept cum from his face into his mouth without pause as there seemed to be more than humanly possible.

Joey said after a minute or so of this exercise, "Here. Let me help with that."

Not sure what he was implying, Billy worked to open his eyes and saw Joey now almost a foot away from him and holding his semi-hard cock in his direction. His intent was clear as the stream of piss left Joey's cock and immediately splashed his face. He had to close his eyes even though he needed to react to the hot piss covering his face.

"You better open your mouth or I'm going to drench your clothes," Joey suggested. "My bladder has been full since breakfast. I got a way to go," He warned.

Surprised and not sure how to react, Billy did as commanded, opening his mouth and allowing it to fill with Joey's hot piss. The taste washed the flavor of Joey's cum from his mouth, leaving him disappointed, but he also felt turned on at the thought of having a man piss in his mouth.

"Swallow it, Billy," he heard Joey say before doing as told and opening his mouth for more.

Billy did this several times, trying to move his open mouth to the full stream of piss coming from Joey's huge dick. He felt so submissive and feminine in this act, finding himself whimpering and moaning as Joey's stream of piss filled his mouth. He lost track of how many mouthfuls of piss he swallowed while Joey continued to humiliate him.

"That's a good mouth, Billy," Joey resumed. "I think it likes being used as a toilet. Let me see if you like this, Billy. Take out your dick," he commanded.

Not considering any other response, Billy pulled his little dick from his pants while he drank Joey's piss. It struggled to harden but felt good as he played with it in front of Joey.

"Stroke your little dick, Billy," Joey instructed. "Drink my piss while your stroke your little dick."

Billy stroked with his thumb and finger wanting to cum so bad while Joey finished his stream of hot acrid piss in his mouth. He was just finishing as Billy dribbled his miniscule load into his hand relieving so much built-up need. Billy submissively watched Joey zip up and gather his things to go, wondering what would be next in his journey of debauchery.