Billy
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1999 ° All Rights Reserved
his horrible secret, and instead of running he had actually, but no that wasn’t right
was it? He had forced it, had made it so what choice did Mike have?
Quietly, Billy left the bathroom, his cock slowly starting to go limb as his mind
continued to play back last night. He could see how he had manipulated poor
Mike, first with all those pictures, that erotic story, and then his own
hang dog expression after he blurted it all out. He had hooked him, made him
hot, made him horny, and then when the prize was dangling in front he had
said it, so really what choice did Mike have?
“What you thinking about that’s got you so sad looking?”
“Uh? Oh, I didn’t hear you finish… I am gonna go shower now, uh… you leave any
hot water?”
“Hey, slow down… look what’s wrong Billy?”
“Nothing, I uh, well I am kind of grungy, I need to shower, that’s all…”
“Oh, okay, uh Billy…”
“Yeah?”
“Uh, …never mind, later, go have your shower.”
“What? Something wrong?”
“No… no go ahead, I’ll just poke around here, or… well you want me to wait
downstairs?”
“Uh, no its cool, I won’t be long.”
Mike stood there, dripping on the carpet as Billy padded past him to go shower. He just
stood there, watching every move that the blonde boy made, seeing the way
his hips moved, his buttocks swaying as he walked into the bathroom.
Damn he was fucking hot, and yeah maybe a bit skinny but shit a few weeks of working
out and he’d be in top shape. Mike licked his lips as he thought about a
more defined Billy then his smile faded as he heard the shower door close.
He knew something was bugging him, and he thought it had to be about last
night.
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