Billy
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1999 ° All Rights Reserved
Chapter Five
With the truck parked, the two boys walked slowly up to the house. Billy could tell his
dad was home, but already in bed. He had left the hall lights on leading up
to the stairs and the bedrooms of the house. He could feel himself sweating
as they walked inside, neither of them really saying much, both lost in
their own thoughts of what was about to happen, or not happen.
Mike was lagging behind, his mind torn between his desire for Billy as a friend, and
the pure lust he had for that unbelievable sexy body. God, it was amazing
watching him walk ahead of him. The way he had a slight wiggle, well not
really that. He would take a few steps, and every third or so his hip would
push out further one way, making his butt cheeks sway the other way. The
motion was something that he had always wondered about and at times in the
past, when they had gone skinny dipping he had wondered what it would be
like to have those white butt cheeks resting under his crotch.
It was a strange feeling for Mike, watching Billy head up the stairs then down the
hallway to his bedroom. He could see the physical reasons that attracted
him, and yeah that did bring about a stiff dick, but it wasn’t until he
thought of Billy’s mannerisms, and the way he would talk or laugh that he
got super hard. He figured it would be the other way around, and he had
spent a tough two weeks, part of him wanting to run straight over to see
Billy the second they had arrived, to his fear at the birthday party that
Billy would reject him as a lover.
The time spent apart had not been a good one for him. Hell the first year and a bit was
pure hell that turned into a real nightmare for the last year. His grades
had fallen and his parents were constantly fighting, either about him or
about the condition of the city.
Mike felt like he was under a dark cloud the whole time they had been in the city.
School sucked big time and for the most part he warmed the bench at the high
school. The coach was a pig too and if it wasn’t for his dad, well maybe he would have
told the coach where to go, shit for that matter he might have told the
whole fucking world to go. The only thing that kept him sane was the secret
photograph he had of Billy, tucked away.
“You just going to stand there? Or you coming into the room?”
“Huh? Oh yeah...
sorry I was miles away... and why wouldn’t I be coming in..... I mean shit
man I scored three times to night... that should get me carried into the
damn room.... hehe”
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