Billy
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there, his hands dangling at his side, his fingers nervously tapping his legs, and all
that time his eyes never once flinched or wavered from his own face. Damn
it, this wasn’t just a pick up, it couldn’t be just a piece of ass or
such as everyone in the locker room referred to it. This was something
different, strange and unique, and he wanted it, he craved it and yet it was
scaring him too.
“I’ll let you finish now.” Was all he could come up with as he walked back out of
the shower, to slog around in the water that now covered the bathroom floor.
He left, and went to sit on the bed, wondering just what had he done.
The sound of the water no longer rang out and he heard instead the patter of feet in
water and he looked up and over, to see a naked Billy coming out of the
bathroom. He had no towel or anything in his hands. Billy was stark naked,
his cock was clearly aroused as it stuck straight out from between his legs.
The small patch of blonde pubic hairs matted from the water making a dark
patch against the pure milky white skin.
“Mike… I…”
“Billy, please, look it’s my fault, I am sorry if…”
“Shut up and kiss me again… please…”
The words simply hung there for Mike. He couldn’t believe it. Here he was thinking he
had forced himself onto Billy, forced him into doing stuff that he really
didn’t want, and instead he wanted more.
Mike simply looked up, his heart racing as he opened his arms and let Billy fall into
them. The wet body clung to his wet skin, and together they kissed deeply,
revelling in the touch of their tongues and their lips. He could feel his
whole body quivering as they held each other, their arms holding onto each
other as if they were high on a cliff.
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