Chapter Two

Mike dropped his big sports bag and ran forward to engulf Billy in a giant bear hug. Billy couldn’t believe it. This was his best friend back into his life and suddenly his heart felt whole for a brief time. His arms were wrapped around the unbelievably strong body of Mike and he felt a strange sensation run through him.

“Mike… when did you get back into town?”

“Two weeks ago… damn I am glad to be home”

“You mean you’ve moved back, for good?”

“Yep… Dad had enough of LA and so did I.”

“But… your mom… didn’t she…”

“Uh… well she kind had enough too…. but look at you… all that long hair and stuff…..”

“Yeah but you are bald…. hey, there isn’t anything wrong is there?”

“hehe No, it’s just easier for me to wear my helmet.”

“Your helmet? Shit… you are number 85…. I should have known the way you ran down the field… it had to be you…. well what a catch”

“hehe.. you liked it did you? …..So did I…..”

Old home week ended as Billy’s dad hurried them along. Traffic was thinning out now and it was late. They were busy talking over old times when Billy’s dad announced that they had arrived. Billy looked up to see they were at the Carter’s old place and he smiled.

“Hey we are almost neighbours…. this is great.”

“Yeah it is ….. uh… maybe we can get together tomorrow?”

“That would be super Mike… why don’t you come over and we can go swimming.”

“Sounds great Billy… uh thanks for the lift home… and I’ll see you after lunch…. the coach has us going over films in the morning…”

“Okay Mike.. cya then”

Billy lay in his bed, thoughts of Mike running through it. Funny how things were always changing yet not really changing. First his brother was leaving and now Mike had come back into his life. He wondered if Mike was still into messing around like they used to do?

A wide grin crossed Billy’s face as he remembered how the two of them would sneak away to the bushes or down to the basement to experience their changes in their young bodies. It never really felt weird doing that kind of stuff with Mike, and in fact, it felt damn good.

He had talked it over with Taylor only a few months ago, when they were laying together in bed, after being close. It was amazing how easy it had become to talk with his brother now, and there were no longer any secrets between them. Taylor had been surprised when Billy told him about Mike and their jerk off sessions in the basement and how he missed that contact once Mike moved away.

It wasn’t easy telling Taylor about Mike, but once he did, it just all came out and for maybe the first time in his life he came to understand what it meant to be gay and young. The feelings he had for Mike weren’t just sexual, they really didn’t do much except jerk off together, and most of the time they did themselves. Mind you, he really did enjoy the times Mike wacked his dick off, and when he got to pull on Mike’s, well he felt powerful and whole bunch of other stuff.

Taylor had smiled at him when he talked about Mike and he told him that he was just missing that one thing all people search for. He was missing his soul mate, someone who could touch him in ways no one else could, and who he could share things with.

When did Taylor get to be so damn smart? Funny because Taylor also told him how he too was looking for someone like that. Billy was surprised and a bit hurt when Taylor talked about needing someone to share his life with. Taylor had picked up on that and he kissed his younger brother, and then gently explained that what they had was something no other person could ever share with them, but it wasn’t the same.

Billy had to admit, the sex and pleasure of being with Taylor was nice but it didn’t really make his heart pound or his body ache in the way his thoughts of Mike did. And now, now Mike was back in his life, just as Taylor was leaving it.

The day was dragging for Billy but each time he checked, the time only moved ever so slightly ahead. His father watched him pacing the sundeck and smiled. Well, at least this time his son had an interest that was purely for himself, not for someone else. He felt glad that finally after all these years his son was starting to heal.

Walking out at lunch time he noticed how often Billy kept looking at his watch. Well, he really seems to have it bad.

“Hey Billy… time to have something to eat.”

“Huh? Oh yeah…. sure Dad… I guess so.”

“He’ll be here soon son…. pacing isn’t gonna make it any sooner.”

“Yeah I know… it’s just… well I never realized how much I missed his friendship all this time… it sure was nice seeing him again last night.”

“I could see that… you know it might be a nice idea to invite him to join us for your birthday dinner on Thursday…. if you’d like to that is.”

“Like to… THAT WOULD BE GREAT DAD….. thanks…”

Billy’s father laughed and slapped his son’s shoulder. Well that certainly had been easy. Now if the rest of his plan would work, then his son’s milestone birthday would really be something special.

The security gate alarm sounded and Billy rushed out of the house before the harsh ring had fully ended. He hadn’t been this excited for a long time and he skidded to a halt at the iron gate. There he stood, Mike in a pair of tight jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. Man what a site he made.

“Hey Billy…. sorry for taking so long”

“No problem… come on in…. you had lunch yet?”

“No.. thought I’d head straight here….”

“Hey…. I’ll make you something if you want?”

“Yeah? Hey that’d be kewl…. you cook now?”

“Well…. actually Taylor and I share that duty…. but I guess it’ll be all mine soon as he gets settled at college….”

“Hehe… well guess you’ll make someone a nice wife then….hehe”

Billy laughed at the comments and it was like old times again. The two of them picking on each other and just being kids together. He loved it, and his heart felt so much at ease. He walked beside Mike as they headed up to the house and he kept glancing back to see the way Mike’s butt wiggled with each stride. It sure was one sweet looking butt, and those tight faded blue jeans certainly didn’t hurt in showing it off.

The day seemed to just rush past. It was almost dinner time before Billy remembered to ask Mike to come to his birthday party dinner. There wasn’t a seconds hesitation in Mike’s acceptance and Billy felt on top of the world. Well, maybe this year he would really have a good birthday.

The night ended with Mike telling him he’d see him on Thursday for his birthday, but couldn’t do much before then, with school and stuff. It was a bit disappointing for him, but at least he would be seeing him on Thursday.

School was something Billy generally enjoyed. His ability to ace most tests certainly helped and yet this time around, he felt rather bored. Even filing his application for candidate for junior class president didn’t seem to bring him much joy. The only time he seemed happy was thinking ahead to his birthday dinner and Mike. No longer did he think about Taylor letting him drive his car, instead his thoughts were focused totally on Mike.

He kept reliving last Saturday and how they had splashed and played in the pool. How when Mike had tackled him, pushing him hard into the pool had given him a raging hard on and how his heart had leapt at the mere touch of Mike’s body against his.

Sleep that night had been difficult and it was for most of the week now. He kept wondering if Mike was still the same Mike. The one who liked to sit up against a tree and play with his dick or was he now into girls?

There were times during the day when he thought that Mike had not changed, the way he would catch Mike’s eyes glancing at his crotch or the way his hand would sort of just stay a little longer than necessary on his shoulder. Then there were times when he would talk about how the cheer leaders were sure hot, and how horny they made him, jumping all over the place during a game. Was he or wasn’t he?

The confusion was hard to get a handle on, and it led to some heavy tossing and turning at night. He wished Taylor was home to talk to, and maybe he could get a chance before Thursday, least he hoped so. He so desperately wanted to rekindle all of the old feelings with Mike, but he was scared to make that first move.

What if he was straight? What if all they did in the past was just youthful experimentation? Gee he sure hoped it was more, but maybe Mike didn’t have the same urges or feelings as he did? Maybe it was a mistake to have him at the dinner? Maybe he should have just let him come to the party on the weekend instead? So many questions and no one to ask. That was his biggest problem, always was until he and Taylor got close, but now Taylor was away, and would soon not be home other than on holidays.

As the day approached, Billy’s nervousness seemed to increase. Even his father was noticing it and wondered about it, but chalked it up to expectations for his birthday. Well, at least he had that one covered, and there was no way that Billy would even come close to guessing what he was about to get.

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He awoke early, seeing the sun just starting to rise up and he knew it was going to be another hot day. Well, he didn’t mind that too much, and then he realized that this was finally his big day. Today he would be legal, to drive all on his own. It also meant that he was having dinner with his Dad, Taylor and ….. Mike. Well, this should be at least interesting and he quickly tossed his bedsheet off and headed for the bathroom and his morning shower.

He loved his morning showers, and this week he had certainly been enjoying them more. Well, at least in the shower he didnt have to think if Mike was or wasnt, cause in the shower and in his mind, Mike was and that always helped to start his day.

Billy would get the water just right, so that a steamy spray beat down on his body. He would then take the soap and slowly rub it up into a lather and ever so gently start to soap his whole body up, thinking of Mike and his body.

Leaning against the side of the shower, Billy would start to gently rub the soap around his chest, making sure his small pink nipples received lots of attention, enough to make them hard and rigid to his touch. Then he would start to work the soap downwards, down the center of his chest, where his three blond chest hairs resided, then down to his stomach.

Here he would stop and spend a little more time, feeling his stomach muscles tighten as his hand moved all across the flat tummy. He enjoyed his body, and the way it was solid, even though he wasn’t a jock. Then, after making sure he was nice and satisfied there, he would start to move his hand down his legs. Carefully he would avoid the one area that by this time was eagerly awaiting it’s turn with the soap.

Then he would gently caress his thighs, moving his soapy hand or the soapy wash cloth down and around the well formed thigh. He would reach down then, to quickly soap up the rest of his leg, then he would bring his hand right back up, to run it across the flat of his lower stomach to the other side, and start the ritual all over again.

Not until he had made sure his legs had been carefully soaped and massaged would he then bring his hand to stop just over his belly. Carefully he would make sure that he had lots of soap and would gently push down, reaching down towards his groin and his small patch of blond pubic hairs. They were rather prickly hairs, nestled in a tight v and just below them, his average sized penis would be sticking straight out like a flag pole.

This morning he could tell that his normal routine just wouldn’t do. Billy was too hyper and he gave his body a cursory soaping before he found his hand was not circling his young dick. He closed his eyes and now he could see a young boy, leaning against a tall redwood tree out in the back pasture area. He saw the eyes sparkling and looking towards him, and he was smiling.

The boy against the redwood was naked, his jeans were over beside him and right next to his stretched out legs were another pair of young thin poles, known as legs. Funny, but Mike always did get to lean against the tree, while he had to support himself with one hand. Those other legs were his, and he started to sway in the shower as his mind replayed that time over and over again.

His soapy hand was firmly holding onto his throbbing cock, feeling its heat over that of the steaming shower spray. He could feel his heart pounding a little now, his breathing becoming ragged as he watched the younger version of Mike pulling on his own dick, and with each yank, he felt his own hand tugging at his erection.

God he wished Mike could be in that shower with him, but it wasn’t to be. Well at least tonight he would at least get to see him, and that thought made his hand move faster along the 6 inch long cock shaft. He felt it throbbing and he squeezed a little harder now. With his free hand he reached around to push up his balls, those rather full balls and he moaned a bit.

The sound of his voice startled him slightly and he opened his eyes. He looked around at the steamy mist and then leaned back once more and continued where he had left off. His hand continued to stroke his fully erect penis, and every other time he reached his cock head he would pinch it every so lightly.

Mike was good looking way back then, but now, now he was one fucking super hot stud, or so Billy thought. It was totally amazing the way he looked, all filled out and the way the muscles on his arms and shoulders seemed to bulge out. Even in the loose t-shirt he wore on Saturday, you could tell he had muscles. To just feel those arms around his waist would be heaven, to be held within that full body would be beyond heaven and yet it was just Mike. The whole day had passed as if they had never really been apart and now Billy’s hand was really moving fast.

His breathing was getting very shallow as images of Mike’s hot butt floated past his eyes. He even could see the way it filled each crease of the jeans, and stretched the middle seam as he had bent over. There was no denying that Mike was hot. Even when he had pushed Billy fully clothed into the pool, it was like something out of a love story, but without the mad passionate sex. Well, at least not yet.

Billy felt his balls sling themselves upwards, as his time was coming. The mere thought of Mike’s bare chest, glistening in the late afternoon sunshine was enough to send him over the edge and his penis started to jerk in his hand. Gobs of his boy cream came flooding out between his fngers as the vision of Mike’s perfect pink nipples flashed across his face.

He stood there, panting as his cock continued to jerk on its own. Load of his hot milk came flooding out to mingle with the warm shower spray and push past its curtain to splatter against the glass shower stall doors. His legs ached and were rubber like as the final spasm of his ejaculation roared through his body. His heart was still beating a mile a second and yet he felt like he could do it all again, if only Mike was to open the shower doors.

Billy waited, his eyes glued to the opague glass doors, as if waiting for a sign that they would be thrown open by his man. Damn.. now he was getting silly, calling Mike his man, but the ache in his heart and his groin seemed to think otherwise.