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A Play On Perspectives

An experiment in perspectives and points of view.

Rated: XXX Contains: Teens, oral, mast, mild rape

| A Play |

| Billy's POV | Dick's POV | Harry's POV | John's POV |

| The Play |

Play with stage directions

Ray's Stories - The Play

The Viewpoint:

As a play script, Third Person narration with stage directions


Enter stage right: John and Dick. They are walking close and laughing and passing something between them to smoke. They sit on a fallen tree and silently smoke until the taller Dick stands and walks behind a tree.

Enter stage left: Three rogues. Billy Maxwell, a class bully and brawler, and his two sidekicks. They spy lone John and assume he is alone. They approach the still sitting John with braggadocio and bravado.

(aside) Dick apparently hears the louts loud approach and seems frozen in place. He is not visible to the approaching goons as they pass the tree he stands behind.

Billy the braggart declared, "Well, if it ain't Speedy-foot McGayboy! Looks to me like you only got two feet, and there's three of us this time, so what you gonna do? Huh?"

Billy takes a large step toward John as his two friends flank him to both sides, ready with cracking knuckles.

Dick is standing behind the tree with his peen in his hand, and leans around the tree. Now he and John can see each other. He winks, zipps up, and quietly takes a step from behind the tree, now standing just behind Billy and his buddies. He gets a running start and lands a kick square-center on Billy's back. Billy expels all the air in his lungs in a loud whoosh and immediately flees forward into John's suddenly outstretched elbow. He then falls, gasping, to his knees, almost four feet from where he had been standing mocking John. He is now desperately trying to breathe.

Dick drops onto his right hip and arm and kicks out the ankle from the boy on his right. The boy yells like a frightened little girl and drops onto his ass, hard, yelping again.

John then jumps to his right and lands a kick into a startled Tony's chest. Tony grunts as he bends backward while hop-stepping backward trying to stay on his feet.

John turns to see Billy on his knees with both hands behind him on the ground and a grimace of pain on his face as he apparently tries to keep his back arched and unmoving. John hops toward him, landing on his right foot just near Billy's knees, and kicks upward with the other, connecting with Billy's privates.

Dick, yelling: "NO!"

Billy makes a short sound and falls onto his side, grabbing his groin with both hands. He slowly folds forward over himself, groaning deeply until he is tightly coiled up. He groans more but doesn't move.

Tony gets back to his feet with his hands no longer cracking his knuckles, now instead hanging limply at his sides. His demeanor is defeated. Dick starts to close the few feet separating them. Tony's eyes widen and he turns to run. Dick puts out a foot and trips the boy who falls forward onto his hands and shoots back to his feet still running. Neither John nor Dick chase him.

John, obviously in the throes of fury turns back to Billy. Dick apparently tenuously steps to follow but stays close to the wounded boy holding his ankle.

John pushes Billy over onto his back and sits on his chest, pinning both of the boys arms. John scoots forward, shoving his crotch under the boys jaw and forcing it shut.

John, yelling: "If you ever bother me again, you'll beg to suck my cock after I knock every one of your teeth down your throat! DO YOU HEAR ME!"

Dick, yelling: "John, don't hurt him!"

Dick is looking furtively around the clearing.

John to Billy, loudly: "In case you think I'm kidding,..." John unzips his pants with one hand, holding the boy down by the throat with the other. He continues, loudly: "You better think a-fucking-gain!" John pulls his dick out through his boxers and jeans zipper, then wags it in Billy's face. He continues: "I swear, on everything, if you even look at me funny, you will find me sitting right here again, only this is going to be nice and hard and I'm going to break everyone of your teeth, one by one. And when I'm done, I'm going to make you suck my cock and swallow my cum! Do you believe me mother-fucker!?"

Dick, yelling: "John! God damnit! What are you doing?" Dick takes a single, hesitant step toward John and Billy.

Billy struggles and John leans onto his neck harder.

Dick, yelling: "Get off, don't kill him! God damnit, John, stop it!"

Dick glances at the boy sitting near, then approaches John and Billy.

Dick, loudly: "No!" four times as he tries to pull John off of Billy

Billy tenses violently, locks rigid and then goes limp, Dick stops trying to move John, visibly stunned and seemingly near panic.

John stands and swings his right foot up between Billy's spread legs into his groin. Billy groans grotesquely.

Dick turns from the sight and vomits.

John to Dick, angrily: "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

Dick wipes his mouth and spits a few times

Dick: "Why the fuck did you kill him?"

John, obviously irritated: "What? He ain't dead, stupid! He's unconscious is all. Gawd!"

Dick, stammering, "A-a-are, are y-y-you sure?"

John, angrily: "Yes, look!"

John leans down and closes Billy's mouth. He then delicately pinches Billy's nose. Billy's mouth pops open after several seconds and he draws an audible breath.

John, snidely: "See, just out. And when he wakes up, gonna hurt!"

John stands and kicks Billy in the ribs.

Harry, loudly: "Don't!"

John turns and stalks directly at the cowering, apparently crippled boy. He stops nearly face to face and bends downward.

John, yelling: "And what are you whining about? He would probably put me in the hospital with your help. How about it? So why shouldn't I return the fucking favor?"

John, now kneeling and nose to nose with Harry, in a softer but violent tone: "And, why shouldn't I put you in the bed next to him?"

Harry, cowed: "Is he really only unconscious? N-n-not, dead?"

John, mockingly: "Yes, he's really only unconscious, n-n-not dead!"

Harry openly cries and curls up tighter into himself.

John to Harry: "So, not such a tough guy now, huh puss-boy? Why you hang out with such a dick? HUH?"

John grabs the boy by the hair and pulls his head up to meet his eyes.

John, angrily: "I asked why!"

Harry, in tears: "B-b-because! I don't know!"

John, with rage: "Did he ever beat you up?"

Harry, confused: "Huh?"

John, with disdain: "What are you, stupid? I'm asking easy questions here! I asked you, did, he, ever, beat, you, up?"

Harry: "No. He saw me beatin' up a kid and said I had some good stuff and would I like to run with him and Tony. So I did. That's all." (sniffles)

John: "Oh, so you're a fucking bully all on your own, huh?"

Harry: "Yea."

John shakes Billy by his hair and his voice raises as he finishes.: "Well, I want you to tell Tony the same thing I told Billy, Did you hear it okay? Say it. Say it all, right now!"

Harry, timidly and shakily: "You said, if Billy ever even looked at you, you w-w-would bash in all his teeth and make him suck your dick."

John, tensely: "What else? All of it or I will pound it into you!"

Harry, weak and shivering: "What else?"

John, angrily and loudly: "I said I would break out all his teeth, ONE BY ONE, then make him suck my dick, AND SWALLOW MY CUM. Got that?"

Harry: "Y-y-yes!"

John: "Do you believe it?"

John shakes Harry by the hair again.

Harry, more firmly: "Yes!"

John: "Did Billy believe it?"

Harry, a bit hesitantly: "Yes."

John: "Are you going to tell Tony everything, just like that?"

Harry: "Yes."

John: "Will Tony believe it?"

Harry: "I don't know."

John: "Make him believe it."

John releases Billy's hair and stands up in front of him. He removes his manhood from his trousers and holds it out.

John, loudly: "Look at it."

Harry does not, instead keeps his head down.

John, yelling:, "I SAID LOOK AT IT!"

Billy slowly raises his head, glances quickly at the cock John holds out with his fingers.

John, firmly: "Get a good look. Don't look away! I said look at it!"

John kicks Harry's hurt foot. Harry screams and sniffles.

John, loudly: "Now look at it!"

Harry stares at John's cock. John waggles it

John, still loudly: "Look close, 'cause if you or Tony or Billy ever even look at me, or Dick here, in any way we don't like, you are going to be seeing this coming at you hard and ready, and if you don't suck it nice and good, and swallow every drop I shoot, I will knock out YOUR teeth and teach you how to give head right. Do you understand?"

Harry, cowed: "Y-y-y-yes. Can I stop lookin' now?"

John, in child-pleasing tone: "Sure. Close your eyes, I got a surprise for you,"

Harry, surprised and timidly: "What?"

John, in normal tones: "If you shut your eyes, and do it right, I might not kick the shit out of you some more."

Harry, a surprised exclamation: "What?"

John, conversationaly: "I said, if you suck it good, you won't loose any teeth. If I feel one tooth, you loose two. Now, open up and suck my dick, or my knee is going to take out some of your teeth."

Harry, frightened: "But, but, but, I, don't want to suck your dick. I ain't a fag or nothing! Honest!"

John, forcefully: "I didn't ask if you were a fag, I told you to suck my dick. Do you see Billy over there?"

Harry, cowed, " 'Course, so?"

John: "You want to be found the same way?"

Harry, shocked: "What? Fuck, no! But, I ain't never done it."

John, sharply: "You fucking lie! I saw you and Billy and Tony in the woods more than once. Way more than once. You always get on your knees and suck the both of them, every time I see you guys. Every time!"

John barks out the next, his voice climbing to volcanic volume...

"You are just their sucking boy, ain't you?"

Harryy starts crying hard, he sobs louder and harder.

John, demandingly: "Ain't you?!?"

Harry, through sobs and shakily at first, but more defiantly with each word: "So? So fuckin' what? Ain't none of your business if I do!"

John, firmly at first, but then climbing in volume and anger: "I'm making it my business, because you made it my business when you followed Billy over here to try to kick my ass. I would never have said anything about it. Dick and I fuck each other almost every day. And people know it. But gays like you make me sick! You hide it and pretend you like girls and give your own kind as much grief as these fucking ass-hole breeder bullies! I was keepin' that secret in case Billy tried anything again, so I guess I get to use it now, don't I? Don't I?"

Harry, quietly and seemingly defeated: "Yes. You get to use it."

John: "So, get up on your knees, like you always do for Billy, and do what you always do for Billy and Tony, to me and Dick. Come on, do it and I might even be nice to you after. Keep Billy off you if he tries anything, if you want."

Harry, suspiciously: "How you gonna keep Billy off me?"

John: "Okay, Harry, it's like this. I know what you do for Billy and Tony. I've seen it lots of times. If I start swearing to what I saw to everybody I know, you know what's going to happen, don't you? I'm the gay guy on the baseball team who happens to be the best player we got! I tell them what I saw, and everybody is going to know you sucked his dick, and Tony's. And why! You want that?"

Harry, loudly: "NO!"

John: "Did Billy tell you he would tell if you stopped?"

Harry: "Somethin' like that." (frequent sniffles)

John, as softly as he's spoken since entering scene: "You gay?"

Harry, shocked: "What?"

John: "Tell me the truth. I know some gay guys, honest."

John smiles.

Harry, smiling slightly at first then seemingly worried: "Really? How do I know you're not lyin' 'bout all this and won't just be another Billy?"

John: "Because I'm gay. I don't need a sucking boy either. Dick does fine on my dick and the girls don't seem to mind that he does as well. In fact, every chick who has sucked this dick has asked if she did better than Dick. I always tell them no one sucks my dick as well as Dick. Pisses some off, but it's true. Ain't it?"

John looks away from Harry for the first time and glances at Dick.

Dick, shocked and speechless throughout, replies shrugging his shoulders: "I don't even know what to say... "

John looks to Billy who is still curled tightly.

John, with disgust while looking at Billy then turning back to Harry: "I hate Billy, and I hated you because you ran with him. He's an idiot, a jerk-wad and deserved it. You, I don't know about. Did you really beat a kid up to get in with him?"

Harry, resigned at first then beginning to cry again: "No. No, I fought Billy off me one day. He was pickin' on me and I was keepin' him off me okay. But he was winnin' so I made a deal. I don't know why I said it, but I said if he would stop beatin' me up, I would suck his dick. He said 'kay, so I did, and made me do Tony too. He made me do them and I could be in their gang and not be beat up anymore."

John, softly: "Look, you don't have to suck me. I was mad. Okay? Just forget it. Can you walk? How far do you live?"

Harry: "I don't know, I don't think it's broken."

Dick, softly: "Yeah, I don't think it broke when I kicked it."

Harry: "Yea. Hurts bad though. I rode here with Billy."

John: "Were you going to suck them off again?"

Harry, pausing before answering; "Yeah, but ya knew that, didn't'cha?"

John, first to Harry then Dick: "Yea. I wanted to see if you'd say the truth. Okay, give him a ride home?"

Dick: "What about the ankle? What will his folks say?"

Harry, suddenly: "Tell 'em it was climbin' a tree again. I told them that when Billy beat me that day."

Dick: "What about Billy? And Tony?"

John: "We tell the truth. Billy wanted to beat me and you up. They lost. We won. End of story. You hurt his ankle when you kicked it, I beat the fuck out of Billy, and Tony the girl ran away."

John turns to face Harry squarely: "You promise, I mean really promise, not to talk to the police?"

Harry, firmly: "Yea. I don't want to have to tell them and my parents why I hooked up with Billy!"

John: "True. And Tony only saw the fight and ran off. Billy can say whatever he wants, it's three against one if we all tell the truth."

They draw together into a close huddle and speak softly for a time. After a few breaths they part.

John, firmly: "Shake."

They all exchange hand-shakes and Harry goes to his knees in front of the other two.

Harry, slightly happily: "It'll be nice wantin' to do this for a change."

John: "Come on up here, Dick A deal is a deal. He sucks us, he won't be likely to say anything to cause us trouble, and we won't have to worry he will open his mouth."

Dick hesitantly approaches.

Dick, slowly: "I know, just seems, strange,"

Harry to Dick: "Its okay. This is okay with me. I want to do this. You guys got me outta suckin' theirs. I like to suck, I guess. I want to suck dicks. But not be forced to, to straight guys who were just using me! Now get that thing out and let's get this done!"

Harry demonstrates his willingness by grasping John's cock and licking the head all around before sliding his lips over it and obviously applying a great deal of suction.

John, moaning then: "Get it over here, Dick! This is a talented guy!"

Harry: "And this is a talented cock! Eight inches?"

John, laughig: "I wish! Seven and a half is more like it!"

Harry: "Way bigger 'n either of theirs!"

John, gasping: "Damn! Knows how to go to town!"

Dick pulls his own cock free and slapps Harry's cheek with it several times.

Harry pulls off of John's cock and starts stroking and sucking Dick's dick.

Harry randomly turns from one to the other boy.

John and Dick put arms around each other and get closer together. They smile at each other and watch Harry work, pausing from time to time to share kisses and ear-nibbling. Each places their hand on the ass of the other, massaging and rubbing and roaming.

Harry starts to pull the foreskin back on John's large, thick dick, until it stops at the back of the head. It will not roll over the corona. He licks the exposed head, following it until the tight foreskin seals against the head. He allows the skin to roll out a bit and sneak his tongue under the skin and over the back of the head.

John, shatteringly: "Jesus Freaking Christ! He's got the touch!"

Harry leavest John's cock and starts sucking on Dick's. He pulls the skin far back, tightening it and pulling the head backwards a bit. He slides his sealed lips up and down from the corona to the end of the circumcision markings half way up the shaft, all while sucking softly then harder in changing rhythm.

Dick, pleasingly exclaiming: "Oh, cripes! He does know what he's doing, doesn't he?"

John and Dick are breathing faster and moaning repeatedly.

John, ecstatically: "Harry, I ain't going to last much longer!"

Harry responds by sliding his tongue around under the foreskin and circling the tender corona while managing to keep a good level of suction up.

John, loudly: "Oh, fuck!"

John's hips rock forward and his butt cheeks dimple and he shakes visibly as he grunts several times, obviously reaching a repeating climax.

John, sharply: "Oh! Oh, shit, oh gawd, stop!"

John pulls his hips back and his cock out of Harry's mouth.

Harry smiles up at John then leans to his left and takes Dick's dick into his lips again, squeezing Dick's sack in time with the squeezes of John's.

Harry takes Dick's tool deep, his tongue wrapping under it, cradling it, sliding along the underside with each bob of his head.

Dick, moaning: "Holy fucking shit! Feels like fucking heaven!"

Harry to Dick: "Get those happy globes out!"

Dick reaches into his fly and fumbles before hauling his balls out and letting Harry take them. Harry licks the sack, sucks one then both, and keeps stroking the hard cock. His other hand never stopps fondling John's balls.

Dick groans loudly.

Dick: "Harry, almost there!"

A few more seconds and a few more escalating moans.

Dick: "Cumming Harry!"

Dick obviously convulses in orgasm, thrusting into Harry's mouth.

Dick, breathlessly: "Oh! Oh! OH!!"

Six times Dick pumps his hips forward, ramming his cock deeper into Harry's mouth.

Dick, gasping: "OH, holy shit! Damn it! Sorry, John, but he blows you away!"

John, laughing: "I don't doubt it! No one has ever gone under my skin before! I didn't even know you could! Where did you learn that? These guys?"

Harry, timidly: "Naw, neither of them had enough to talk about! Billy ain't got five inches, I swear! And he cums faster than a virgin!"

John, thoughtfully: "Maybe Billy likes it more than he wants to admit?"

John puts his tired cock away and walks toward and bends over Billy, then starts slapping Billy's face harder than he had to.

Dick, concerned: "John, don't hurt him anymore."

Billy starts waking up but John doesn't stop slapping him.

Billy, arms moving to defend himself, groggily: "What the fuck! Stop it you asshole!"

Billy, moaning in pain: "Oh! Fuck! What the... ."

Billy shakes his head and curls over his groin, now laying on his left side and groaning loudly.

John, yelling: "Get up! Come on! Get the fuck up asshole!"

John kicks Billy's foot.

Billy, groggily: "Stop it! Gawd, damn, fuck! I didn't know other fags could fight!"

John, anger barely held in check: "You don't know a lot about me. But I know a lot about you!"

John turns in a small circle near Billy's head.

Billy, slightly defiantly: "Like what?"

John: "Like, you like blow-jobs in the woods, from guys? Like that for instance?"

Billy looks at Harry, with anger and hat.

Billy, angrily: "That fag lies. He's a liar!"

John: "Oh, he's probably a fag, and if you ever call him that again, you are going to experience deja vu. Do you understand me?"

Billy: "You protecting the queer boy?"

John turns to face Billy on the ground.

John, calmly: "That was your freebie."

John leans down and takes hold of Billy's hair.

John, calmly, slowly dragging Billy to a sitting position by his hair: "Call him any kind of name again, or any of us, you will be sucking my dick, and loving it. And if you don't, I hope your dad has good family dental insurance, 'cause you are going to need a full set of false teeth. But your protein count will be plenty high, get my drift?"

John releases Billy's hair by throwing Billy back down on his side, then follows him down, getting down on hands and knees to be face to face.

John, in obviously false calm: "What I did today was nothing. I'm fucking serious! I'm sick and tired of your bullshit."

John takes a deep breath.

John, yelling: "SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF IT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Billy, near groveling: "Okay! Okay! Just leave me alone!"

John gets back up from his hands and knees

John: "Your pussy friend, Tony, ran away like a little girl. So you be sure to tell him what I told you. Do you remember what I said before you blacked out?"

Billy has a blank look on his face.

John: "Let me remind you!"

John using his foot forces Billy onto his back. Billy covers his privates again with both hands, just as he had done before. John sits on Billy's chest and pushes his crotch forward, forcing Billy's jaw shut. Billy's face reveals that he is starting to remember.

John: "Dick, help my new friend Harry come over here, would you? I want Harry to tell him what I said."

Dick jumps at hearing his name. He helps the injured Harry limp over to Billy, where John directs them to get Harry's groin right in Billy's face. John and Harry's knees meet forming a tight cradle holding Billy's head perfectly still and immobile.

John to Harry: "Tell him, exactly what I said to him."

Harry takes a deep breath. While he speaks, John pulls his wet, sticky, limp dick out and had slaps Billy's lips and cheeks with it several times. It leaves small drops of slightly pearly fluid.

Harry: "He said, that if you ever looked at him or any of us funny or any way, ever again, that you would find yourself right here again, under him, with his cock in your face, and that you would either be sucking him off, or he would be bashing your teeth out. It would be up to you."

John continues to wipe his cum onto Billy's face.

John: "Now, I know all about why you let Harry here hang with you. Don't be mad at him, you guys suck at hiding in the woods. You should get further away from the lights, not almost under them. You can't see who's lurking out in the dark if you are under the lights. Stupid! That was your biggest mistake. Another was cheering and shouting, thinking there wasn't anyone else out here. You have any idea how many gay guys come out here to hook up?"

Billy, defiantly: "No, but I guess you do, don't you fag?"

John, haughtily: "So are the guys watching us right now."

John leans upright.

John, yelling: "Aren't you?"

Offstage several male voices affirm the question. On stage all but John show sudden surprise at the sounds.

John: "Right now, I'm guessing about a dozen gay guys are watching us. I heard the first ones when I was talking to Harry here earlier, while you were out like a light. When I was waking you up, I saw some motion in the bushes over there, and I knew there were a bunch of guys who found or heard us. Probably heard me shouting, now that I think about it. But what does it matter how they found us? They, and I, have seen you getting sucked off by Harry, here, ain't you guys?"

More offstage voices verify John's question.

John: "See? Lots of people have seen you at it. I don't know how many, but I know they know you're prejudiced against gays, and they probably would love for me to leave you out here, alone, for them."

Offstage rude laughter.

John pushes harder against Billy's lips with the head of his cock.

John: "We are going to give them a show. Watch the bully gay-basher suck a dick!"

Dick: "John, is this a good idea?"

John: "I want witnesses, witnesses that saw Billy Maxwell make Harry here suck his dick tons of times here in these woods. Witnesses who saw Billy suck a cock. So Billy had better keep his mouth shut about that and this, and he better open his mouth right now."

Offstage man's voice 1: "I saw them. The first time I saw them, Billy there, the one under you, punched that kid, Harry? Made him do it."

Offstage man's voice 2: "I saw Billy slap the other kid when he didn't swallow it all and got some on his jeans. Slapped him and made him lick it off."

Offstage man's voice 3: "I saw the one kid sucking the boy under you, and some other boy. They always do it near the light by the river gauge."

John: "See? All these witnesses? They saw you. They know you forced Harry to suck you. You understand what kind of position you are in here?"

Billy is silent and shocked.

John sits up a bit and strokes his now fully hard dick

John: "Now, you either suck this dick, or Harry's. But you are sucking one of them, right now, all the way, or I and Harry and Dick will walk out of here and you can suck every one of these guys, probably for the rest of the night while we tell everyone we know how we saw you with guys in the woods. Understand me?"

Offstage several effeminate 'wooo's and low snickers.

Billy, shocked: "You got to be kidding?"

John, accentuating the first five words with a corresponding slap of his cock on Billy's lips: "No. Not, one, fucking, bit. In fact, I changed my mind. You forced Harry to suck your cock how many times?"

Billy, sharply: "I don't know, I didn't count!"

John, skeptical: "I bet you did. Don't matter. You got any idea how many times, Harry?"

Harry, hesitantly: "Almost every day for almost a year."

John: "So, something over a hundred times! Wow. Did you have to swallow every time?"

Harry, reluctantly: "Yes."

John, loudly: "Man, you are some sex pervert, isn't he?"

Several offstage men's voices chant and randomly call out... ."Pervert."... ."Sex maniac!"... ."Rapist"... ."Fag"... ."Homo"... ."Queer" and others.

John: "Like it? Being called those names?"

Billy, near tears: "Stop it!"

John, starting firmly and building to shouting: "So, since you made Harry do you so many times, I say you suck Harry, right now. And that you suck Harry all the fucking way. You suck and you make him cum and you swallow every fucking drop!"

Billy, shocked: "You can't make me!"

John, angrily: "Did Harry yell that to you? Did he?"

Harry, chokingly: "Yeah, I did, I 'member yellin' it at him. I didn't want to do it that way. I wanted to do it together, not like his fucking slave!"

John, with disdain: "So, karma arrives for Billy. Now, what's it gonna be? Suck Harry, good and finished, or the three of us go tell what we saw and these guys decide your punishment."

Billy stares at the cock in front of his face. It is so close his eyes crossed in order to focus on it. John waggles it, watching the frightened boy's eyes as they followed it. Billy swallows visibly, coughs, sniffs

Billy, quietly: "Okay, I'll suck Harry."

John, firmly: "You will suck Harry, and you will swallow Harry's cum. And you will suck until he pulls out. You stop, and you will regret it. You understand?"

Billy nods, his lips quivering.

John, softly: "Harry, you good for this?"

Harry, enthusiastically: "Yes. You fucking bet!"

Harry unzips his jeans in a swift stab of motion. He reaches into the open fly and pulls out a huge cock. Billy's eyes widen, his lips seemingly phrase 'no' several times.

Harry leans forward and pushes the large head against Billy's lips. Billy doesn't open them, so John bounces his ass on Billy's chest. This forces a large amount of air out of Billy's lungs in a whoosh! Harry slipps his long dick in and leanes far over, forcing his cock deep into Billy's mouth.

Offstage cheering erupts.

Billy struggles a bit. Obviously Harry doesn't care; he fuckes Billy's mouth fast and deep. Billy could be heard gurgling from time to time and loose slurping sounds filled the night air.

Harry, repeatedly: "Suck my cock!"

Harry fucks Billy's mouth for several minutes.

Harry, orgasmically: "Oh my gawd, yes, fuck yes!"

Harry's balls slap Billy's forehead and closed eyes. Billy's nose is being squished under the pressure of the large, thick cock pressing it down as it penetrated his mouth. Harry leans on John for support, his arms over his shoulders and his head on his chest.

John reaches down behind him to Billy's groin. As his hand finds and closes over the hardness in Billy's jeans, his eyes fly wide open.

John, loudly: "Billy's got a woody!"

Offstage cheers and jeers erupt.

Dick, disbelievingly: "Really?"

Dick moves to inspect for himself. He kneels and gropes Billy's crotch.

Dick, happily: "He has a nice hard one, too!"

Dick unzips Billy's jeans and reaches inside He pulls out a short, thin penis. It had an obvious upward curve and a short mushroom head. The head is wider than the shaft, which is very thin, even for its shortness.

John strokes it several times and Dick wipes pre-cum off the tip with a finger. He brings his fingers to his nose, then his tongue.

John: "Nice!"

John bends down to lick the head.

Billy squirms and twists as much as he can with John on his chest, Harry on his face and Dick on his dick.

Dick's mouth goes down on the shaft and sucks on his way up. Billy reaches orgasm immediately. His hips buck upward with each ejaculation. Dick sucked and cleaned Billy's cock and sits up.

Dick: "That didn't last long."

Dick runs a finger across his lips and gestures as if flicking away a stray drop.

Dick, smiling more: "Thin and watery, not a lot either, but tasty!"

Offstage groans, laughter and moans.

Dick plays with the softening little dick for a moment then stands up and unzips. He starts jacking off as moves so he can see Billy sucking Harry's dick. He strokes quickly, nearing orgasm quickly.

John, still kneeling on Billy, suddenly notices Dick's dick at face level and licks the head as Dick continues jacking himself. Dick's body turns and John takes his cock in, sucking and licking it as Dick humps his face.

Harry, loudly: "OH MY GAWD!"

Obviously in the throes of orgasmic release, he pumps in time with his shots, grunting as each shot enters Billy's mouth. He holds still for long seconds as shivers ran over him before he pulls his cock out of Billy's mouth with his hips and sits back on his haunches.

Harry, breathlessly: "Fuck'n'a!"

Offstage cheers and applause from the early finishers.

Dick, still standing, is gasping as he humps John's mouth. He tenses several times, silently thrusting his way through his second orgasm. His face tightly scrunched up, is grimacing and red. He throws his head back.

Dick, almost falling backward and onto his ass, yelling: "Fuck!"

A brief period of silence.

John to Harry: "Did he do good?"

Harry, smiling: "Yes. He did good."

John looks down at Billy who is smiling and licking his lips.

John, smirking slightly: "So, you liked that?"

Billy, sobered: "So?"

John, excitedly: "Exactly! So? So what? Wanna suck another?"

John wiggles his hips.

Billy, enthusiastically: "Sure!"

Offstage cheers.

John stops stroking himself and slips his dick up to Billy's lips.

Billy cranes his neck to reach the approaching cock, locking his lips on it as soon as possible. John fucks Billy's face slowly at first, picking up speed as time goes by.

John, moaningly: "Haven't shot twice so soon in a while, gonna be great!"

John rocks forward so that he is no longer sitting on Billy's chest, but is on hands and knees over Billy. He humps Billy's mouth faster, groaning more often and more loudly.

Billy reaches up with his now freed hands and grabbes onto John's butt cheeks.

John, encouragingly: "That's how you do it. Play with my ass! Yes, squeeze them!"

John goes down on his elbows from his hands and places his face on his crossed wrists. He arches his back more than pumps his hips to move his cock in and out of Billy's mouth. Billy is having trouble keeping his lips sealed and the sounds of a sloppy blow-job fill the small clearing.

John, warningly: "Here she blows!"

John bucks forward, locks into position as he releases his second load in a few minutes.

His eyes scrunch shut, his lips pull back in a grimace, his face looks sightlessly upward, craning his neck back at a sharp angle.

John, breathlessly: "Oh, fucking, yes!"

John cries as he convulsed several times.

John, loudly: "Oh, oh, yes fucking yes!"

After a brief moment he pulls up and out with his hips, pulling his tender cock from the torturous pleasure. He rolls off of Billy and onto his side on the ground, then falls out flat on his back.

Offstage quieter sounds of others climaxing.

Billy is unmoving on his back, fondling his balls with his left hand, his right on his chest. He isn't smiling, but there is no frown on his lips either.

John, calmly: "So, I guess we can forget about worrying after tonight, huh?"

Billy, sniffling: "I guess so. I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't know any way else to get you to do it. I just wanted you to. The next time we were alone, I was going to do it to you too, honest. I, just, didn't... "

Offstage sniffles and the sound of footsteps in the forest debris, growing more distant.

Dick, flatly: "I guess since the audience has left the theatre, we can strike the set and go home, huh?"

All four laugh.

Ray's Stories - The Play