Billy
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1999 ° All Rights Reserved
Mike walked over to where his clothes lay, staring down at his underwear that was away
in the corner where he had tossed them. The smile sort of came back as he
envisioned Billy’s face, watching him strip so quickly and then reach out
for him. Damn it was hot, and he could feel his groin aching again, just as
it had in the shower earlier.
There were clear signs of last night all over the bed too. The sheets certainly looked
like they had never been washed, and yet they had been clean before they
lost their minds. Was that what was worrying Billy? Shit, maybe he
shouldn’t have stripped after all, maybe Billy really wasn’t into it,
and yet, fuck it had seemed like that was what he wanted.
He stared at the bathroom door, his hand fingering the pair of shorts that he had
picked up from off the floor. It was Billy’s and he could still smell him,
and he knew just how his body was feeling about that scent. Damn it, he
wanted him, and yeah maybe Billy didn’t want him, then what?
The sound of the water running and sudden rise in mist in the bathroom told Mike that
Billy was soaking under the hot water. Bet he would look fucking hot among
all that swirling mist, he thought as he brought the soiled shorts up to his
face and took a deep breath.
The smell almost overwhelmed him, he couldn’t believe how much it seemed to affect
him. His heart pounded inside of his chest, almost as hard as last night.
His breathing was rapid and he could feel his legs get a bit wobbly as his
cock was fully erect once more. The towel had a definite bulge in it and his
eyes now traveled back towards the shower.
‘SHIT’ he thought as he saw the silhouette of Billy in the shower stall. Well, if
last night wasn’t right, then he never did catch a football in his life.
His mind was angry now, no way was he going to just let last night go and if
it fucking ruined him here, tough shit, he wanted what was offered last
night. Sure he had pushed it a bit, but only because he thought it was what
Billy wanted. Besides, Billy never was one for being exactly out spoken
about what he wanted. He could hint around something more than any person
Mike had ever known.
Looking at the small willowy figure, the way he moved around soaping himself up in the
shower and the way his whole body moved only made Mike ache more. The towel
had a definite wet spot right where his cockhead rested, and it wasn’t
from the water. The shorts lay in his hand, and he kept holding it, touching
the fabric, feeling Billy’s essence.
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