Review of ‘Butt Boy’

Butt boy! Is the story of a boy’s self discovery… Well, that’s what the book’s ‘forward’ states. It’s actually one of the hottest paperbacks this reviewer ever read.

Things happen to young Cal that happened in all of our youths. The book will bring back lots of memories. One scene takes place during a camping trip.

Rex Richmond is paired up with Cal to share a pup tent. Lying side by side on top of their sleeping bags in only their tee shirts and tight white cotton briefs, they were no more than two inches apart.

Cal recalls, ”I lay on my back with my eyes closed, listening to the crickets and the lapping of the water along the lake shore. I could hear Rex’s regular breathing. Its rhythm told me he was not asleep. Tired as I was from hiking, I felt wakeful.

…After a bit his body shifted as if in restless sleep and his thigh pressed against mine. I did not move away. A minute later, one of his hands slid from his chest to the point where our hips touched and lay there lightly. I could feel its warmth through the cotton of my jockeys.

My cock rose up like an aroused rooster. Although my eyes were closed, I knew that the moonlight coming through the flaps of the tent, would make its hard outline show plainly through the whiteness of my shorts.

Rex’s hand moved half an inch and turned so that its palm was toward my groin.

I thought if he feels better playing it this way, let’s play it this way.’

I slowly rolled onto my side, facing him, until my cock was pressed against his cupped hand. The hand did not pull away. After a long moment I felt his fingers begin to slide along my shaft, gently feeling and testing the outline of my rod through the cotton of my shorts.

I nudged my hips toward and sighed , “mmm.”

His grip became firmer, less tentative.

Then, for a long while, I did not move, content to enjoy the subtle titillation of his fingers as they examined every inch of my for over and over through the cloth.

Finally I opened my eyes. Our faces were only inches apart. Rex’s eyes were open, too. He made a motion to pull his hand away, but when I shoved my cock firmly against it, the hand stayed in place.

…I glanced along his brief clad body and said, ”You’ve got a hard-on too.”

“Yeah, I get horny sometimes.”

“What do you do when you get horny.”

“With guys you mean?”

“Yeah, two guys can have a lot of fun…like fucking and sucking. “

“Show me…”

Of course Cal teaches Rex cocksucking and ass fucking.

In another scene, Cal returns a jockstrap that didn’t fit.

…The store was not air conditioned. The atmosphere was humid. I took off my raincoat as I entered. The store was empty except for the single clerk standing behind the dusty counter. I said with a slight stammer.

“What’s the matter with it?”

“It doesn’t fit.”

He shook his head impatiently. “Oh, yeah, I remember you.” He scratched his head. “But it’s gotta fit. We measured your waist size.”

“The waist is fine,” I said, “but it doesn’t fit, uh, down there.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t fit?”

“Down there,” I said again, feeling the flush of embarrassment fill my cheeks. “ It’s not big enough down there. It’s too tight and I keep, uh, kinda spilling out because there isn’t enough room.”

“I see. Well, we’ll have to look into this problem. Would you mind showing me?” The clerk asked.

He led me through an open door at the rear of the store. A dim stockroom.

The stockroom was a place of grey shadows. The only light came from the sky light.

The clerk’s eyes were the brightest objects in the dimness.

I said, “I should show you the problem now?”

“Yes. “

I kicked my scuffed loafers off my bare feet. I unbuckled my belt and opened my fly, and with a single motion slid my jeans and jockeys down to my ankles. I pulled the jock strap out of the box and stepped into it. As I tugged it up about my loins, I said,”See, it fits at the waist but, we’ll see?”

My crotch was a comic picture. One ball had slipped outside of the jock’s pouch. The curving loop of my rod held the elasticized material far out from my body, threatening to overflow its bounds at any moment. The pressure pulled the waistband down and out from my belly.

“See,” I said,”it just doesn’t fit at all.”

A ponderous roll of thunder filled the damp air.

“I see,” the clerk said. A sheen of moisture had come over his face. “I see. May I…” His hand reached toward my crotch.

“What?”

“Maybe if I adjusted it.”

“Sure, if you think you can. “ I smiled at him. “Maybe I didn’t do it right or something.”

His hand was trembling, I noticed. A wave of pride close to arrogance swept over me. I was turning the guy on in a big way.

His hands slid inside the waistband, grasped my cock and grazed my balls.

The thunder boomed again.

“See,” I said. “It just doesn’t seem to fit.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But, maybe if you can show me how to adjust it.”

He tried. God knows, he tried. Sweaty faced, he crouched in front of me and began to shove my cock back and forth inside the pouch. When-ever he would slide the pliant shaft to the left, part of it would slip out of the right side of the jock. Then he’d shift it to the right, and my nuts would squeeze outside to the left.

I leaned back against a bank of metal shelves. I was enjoying myself. I did not quite understand what was happening but I liked it.

I said, “I guess it’s just not fitting, heh?”

He slid his hand out from inside the jockstrap pouch. I had been trying to keep my cock from getting fully hard, but it was a losing battle.

“Damn!” The clerk said.

The head of my cock slipped above the stretched-out waistband and a thick segment of the swelling shaft followed. The clerk moistened his lips with a nervous pink tongue. “See,” I said, “It’s bad enough when it’s soft, but when this happens…”

“Yeah,” the clerk mumbled.

“Well, then there’s no use.” I slid the jock strap down my legs. My cock was full hard. Long and thick and shiny-hard, it jutted up from between my legs like a tree trunk. The crouching, sweaty clerk smiled a weak smile. I thrust my hips forward so that my cock and balls swayed far out from the flat planes of my body. “…It needs something to make it relax,” I said.

“Why don’t you put your mouth on it… go ahead… Don’t be afraid.” He bent forward. Damp breath. Hot lips. Warm tongue. They all welcomed my cock into his mouth. “Yes,” I said, “that’s it.” He grunted. “That’s it…suck my cock.”

I stuffed my dick far down his convulsing throat and shot, feeling*wave after wave of hot cum travel the length of my cock to spew down his gullet….

“Butt boy” has more hot jock and brief scenes than most other paperbacks. In the last scene mentioned above, Cal can’t get enough of the clerk’s mouth and gives him yet another load.