Billy
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“hehe... shit I almost forgot how you like to use all them big fancy words.... well
we’ll see just what I have in mind.... after we meet the guys at Pizza
Hut... and yes you are coming in with me.”
“Okay.... shit you’d think you were my lord and master or something.”
Mike just looked at him, his eyes staring clearly into Billy’s. The sparkle was there
but so was something else. His hand found it’s way to his leg again, and
this time he kept it there, right by the inside thigh. He didn’t move it,
or the fingers but let it just lay there.
Billy was having a hell of a time driving the truck while Mike had his hand on his leg.
God he wished he would just move over about a quarter of an inch or so but
he was too scared to say so. He wanted to drop his own hand down to lay it
on top of Mike’s but he needed to keep his one hand on the wheel and his
other on the stick shift or else he’d be the 1st kid to get a new truck
and blow a transmission in less than a week.
Something was happening here, exactly what he wasn’t sure but Mike wasn’t acting
like he just wanted to be best buds. There definitely was more to it, and
his body was reacting like it had never reacted before. His dick was so damn
hard, he was sure it would poke a hole in his jeans. At least it was dark in
the truck otherwise Mike would have seen it and knowing his warped mind he
would have something to say about it. Billy
didn’t know that Mike was sitting there scared out of his mind.
Mike had put his hand on Billy and he was planning on giving him a quick check, but the
touch of his hand had sent such a jolt into his body that he was afraid to
go further. If he did, there might be no way to stop his urges and what if
Billy didn’t go that way? Damn
he was a fool for doing this, but he had his secret and at least he had
discussed with someone who should know. Damn, he wished he hadn’t reached
over to touch Billy’s leg...it had only made his desire that much greater.
His own cock was so friggin stiff that he was sure you could hang a couple
of coats off it without it bending. IT sure was uncomfortable sitting here
with that hard on pushing up out of his pants.
You could feed an
army on the testosterone level at the pizza hut. It seemed that every member
of the team and it’s supporter’s was there crowding the inside and the
parking lot. Beers were flowing from some of the trunks and it was tempting
but no way, not tonight, and not with his brand new truck sitting there.
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