Chapter Nine

All time spent angry is time lost being happy.

– Mexican Proverb

School was becoming harder for him than ever. Billy found himself at times, day dreaming about Mike and that wasn’t good. So far he had managed to maintain his GPA but then, he wasn’t exactly the poster boy for Blondes. So far he was still tops in the school and lately, with all the extra studying, Mike was climbing up there too, making a lie out of the ‘DUMB JOCK’ label attached to most athletes.

The trouble for Billy was that he was nervous. Thoughts of Mike constantly ran through his mind and his heart, always making him either smile, grin, or just plain get horny. He had no idea if this was normal, all he did know was that it sure felt good at times, rotten at other times.

Like take tonight, he was petrified that if Mike did something great, he’d lose his self control, or worse, if Mike got hurt he’d really lose it, there in front of everyone. Tonight was even going to be harder, because Mike’s parents were joining them for the game. Damn, he felt like he was on display, and he had no idea what to do or how he could contain himself.

Maybe if he talked to his Dad? No, he couldn’t really do that because his Dad still didn’t really understand the way he felt about Mike, least he didn’t think he did. He couldn’t talk with Taylor either because while he loved his big brother, he also knew that for some reason his new relationship with Mike caused Taylor some pain. In a way it hurt him too, he knew how much Taylor loved him and seeing him so absorbed by another person cut deep. They didn’t have a lot of close friends, and now it seemed like every waking second was spent talking about Mike.

The buzzer sounded and once more a day at school was over with. He knew he had managed to keep his secret one more day but man it was hard. Take the way he would pass Mike in the hallway, he could see his green eyes light up, the smile widen on his damn face as they came closer and all Billy could think of was staring at him. The way he walked, moved, his arms at his side or wrapped around some damn textbooks.

All of it made him feel weak in the knees and he always got this over powering urge to simply drop his own books and race into Mike’s arms and hold him. Now that would certainly be a sight to see in the middle of the hallway. Thank God he had enough will power to stop himself, but he was never sure until Mike would pass by that he could contain himself.

That wasn’t the worse for him either, because normally groupies surrounded Mike. He was always a centre of attention, but with the unbelievable year he was having catching clutch passes and escaping would be tacklers, he was the school’s hero. Not even the QB got as much attention and so it made conversation difficult between them.

Mike though never did let it get to him. No matter who was hanging around him, whether some cheerleader or some team-mate, he always stopped and said Hi to him. It made his chest swell out and somehow Mike always had something to say to him.

At first people would stare, wondering why this super hero was wasting his time with the schools head geek, least that was how he thought of himself. Eventually they just seemed to take it for granted and what was really strange, now many of them would pass him in the hallway and stop to chat. That was weird, cause Mike wasn’t with them. It was as if he was part of the charm, which was Mike’s athletic prowess.

He sat in his truck, thinking about it. Maybe he would go out for a sport one day. He certainly did enjoy his running with Mike in the early mornings, even though he hated getting up so damn early, but if it meant a chance to spend even an extra few seconds with his man, he would get up at 3am.

Strange too, how Mike had been so insistent that he join him in running. At first he thought maybe Mike was embarrassed by his puny shape and that kind of made him sad. It also made him determined to get up early each morning and run for a bit even if Mike wasn’t going to be there.

Billy had finally told Mike that, and instead of an awkward silence, Mike howled with laughter. It really got him mad too, seeing Mike laughing cause he thought he was embarrassed. Mike stopped laughing though, soon as he saw the tears running down his face, then it was, well it was spectacular.

Mike had reached out with his hand, his finger crooked to a side, and he simply wiped the tear away and the touch, man that touch was like a jolt of lightning hitting him. His whole body had started to quiver and he felt his chin being lifted up by Mike’s finger and he stared into those damn emerald green eyes, seeing the concern and love that they held for him.

Billy shivered a little as his mind replayed the scene for him. They had finished sucking each other off, and it had felt kind of nice, as it always did and he had blurted it out. He had no idea why, just that the sight of Mike’s naked body stretched out on his bed, his muscles rippling and rolling like the jock that he was had simply made him blurt it out.

After he had dried his tears Mike had simply reached out and held him. He had made Billy crawl close and nestle under his arm and with his free hand he stroked the blonde hair, kissing his head every now and then. It was then when he told him the real reason he wanted to go running with Billy and that was when it all seemed to change.

Mike had looked him square in the eyes and simply said.

“I like running with you because you are so damn fucking hot in shorts, it makes me feel like I am someone special because I am with you, that is why I keep nagging you to run with me, not because you embarrass me by how you look, God Billy, you are so important to me, I can’t get enough of seeing you, and well, there is nothing about you I would change, not for all the money or all the muscles in the world, I just, well I just love to see you move, to watch the way your butt wiggles as you pump your legs and stride forward, or the way your face constricts as you drink in the air, or, well you get the idea.”

He sat there, his hand on the ignition key smiling. God the sex they had right after those words, were absolutely amazing. Billy had never felt so loved as he did when those words were spoken. Damn that Mike, he played the Jock to the hilt in school, and yet when at times when they were alone, he was like the most tender person alive.

Funny, but running was no longer a chore, it was pure fun. Ever since then they had started running at 5am and it was something. The first time they went, after Mike had told him why he wanted to run with him, was so damn special, he still got hard thinking about it.

The truck was running, but Billy just stayed in his parking spot, remembering that morning. Mike had woken him up at a few minutes before 5 and pushed him to the bathroom. It really was something, the way he had managed to get up before him. Normally, when he spent the weekend, it would take a hundred shakes to get Mike up out of bed, and that was at 10 never mind 5 am.

Breakfast was a quick gulp of orange juice and one of those damn granola bars. Man he hated the taste of them but Mike seemed to want them first thing, so naturally Billy had stocked up.

They left the house and headed down the driveway, Mike in the lead as usual and it gave Billy a chance to wake up. The sight of Mike’s butt all clad in tight fitting orange gym shorts seemed to always do the trick. Damn it, he really was going to need to start wearing a cup if he kept this up and he knew he was going to keep it up. He started pumping his arms and legs to catch up to that hunk and for the better part of an hour they ran along the roadside, not really talking but just enjoying being side by side.

Today felt even better than normal, the feeling that beside him was someone who actually took pleasure in being with him. It was strange, how could he have thought that Mike was embarrassed, yet he had but now he knew different. It was as they came to the fork in the road, where normally they turned left, today for some reason Mike decided to go right.

Billy was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he almost missed Mike turning right. In fact, he had to turn around and pump his legs harder to catch up. He finally came level with him, puffing a bit harder and wondering why the sudden change in direction.

When he asked Mike, all he got was a “you’ll find out” and that sly grin of his. Damn that stud, he could make his heart push a 1000 beats a second merely by smiling and today was no different. He ran along wondering briefly what Mike had planned when they rounded the corner and Billy realized that they were on the far edge of their own property.

Suddenly he felt himself being pulled off the road and before he could open his mouth to question the strange behaviour, he found himself entangled in a bunch of underbrush and trees. The morning dew still fresh on the leaves made him breath a bit heavily as his heart pounded.

Then, there they were. Mike had stopped and he turned to face Billy. They had ran deep into the bush line, surrounding his home and there, by the wooden fence, was a blanket with a small picnic basket on top.

“What, how.. Mike…”

“Come here” was all Mike said.

Billy was to stunned to say anything. He stumbled forward towards Mike’s outstretched arms and as his body reached the fingers, he found himself being pulled hard into Mike’s sweating body. He felt his own young frame crash into Mike’s solid body. Billy could feel the muscles that rippled all along Mike’s stomach and he looked up into the sparkling green eyes.

He could see the laughter there, but he saw something else. There was pleasure, but there was something else. Something more deep, something he had glimpsed at before but never really saw or felt. Now he could feel it growing, and his heart started to quake with fear. He was scared of the deep glowing fire that seemed to well up inside of Mike’s eyes.

It was as if Mike could sense his fear, and his arms grew tighter around Billy’s body. They held him close as he gazed down into Billy’s blue eyes. Slowly he moved his face forward, his eyes refusing to close and his lips coming ever closer to Billy’s own thin pale red lips.

The touch brought a sudden fire to Billy. He felt himself falling as his whole body seemed to suddenly collapse into Mike’s strong arms. He found himself being gently lowered to the grass and the blanket that was stretched out over the lush green blades of grass.

He wanted to say something but instead all he could do was manage a weak smile as his eyes were glued to the green orbs of Mike. There didn’t seem to be any need for words as Mike lay him out, then he reached for the basket and opened it, to bring out a thermos, some wrapped up buns it looked like and a whole bunch of other stuff.

Billy lay there, propped up on his elbows as he watched Mike set the blanket. He brought glasses out, then plates and then a vase in which he placed one single red rose. It stood there, between the plates and Billy could feel the tears flowing down his cheeks. He glanced over at Mike who merely smiled at him, then he started to pour from the thermos orange juice into the glasses.

Mike handed Billy one glass then took the other and raised it upwards, towards Billy.

“To my Love, the one who one day, when this screwed up world can deal with it, I will be able to proudly introduce at center field as my mate, my love. So here’s to that day Billy”

With that he drank the juice and kept his eyes on Billy. What could he say, he drank from the glass, his hands trembling with emotion as the words echoed in his head. How the hell had Mike managed all this, and the words, oh God, those words sounded so right, so perfect, so damn hot.

Billy finished his orange juice and Mike took the glass from his hand, then he stood up, towering over Billy. His legs straddled his body, and he moved down a bit, so he stood over Billy’s ankles.

Billy looked up at Mike, the sun poking through the thick tree cover cast a golden halo over Mike. He could see the rays glistening the morning light and he felt so loved at that moment, that he would of done anything Mike asked. It was perfect and as he sat in his truck, he remembered just how much more perfect it got.

Mike stood there for a second, then he just started to push his shorts down his long legs. Billy’s eyes bulged open as he saw his favorite part of Mike’s body suddenly spring out and stand at full attention before him.

The shorts came off quickly and then Mike knelt down, his buttocks resting on top of Billy’s runner’s and he reached forward, to grab hold of Billy’s own orange shorts and he yanked them down, taking them off in one firm pull.

Billy lay there, his shorts off and his own hard cock standing at full attention, waving a bit in the morning air. He wondered briefly what was going to happen next when he felt Mike crawling forward on top of him. He saw his face coming up and a smile the size of the pacific ocean across his face. The eyes glittered in the morning light as he dragged his buttocks across Billy’s trembling legs, his knees forcing Billy to keep his own legs tight together, which in turn forced his dick to stand very still and very erect.

Mike came forward, his body never once leaving Billy’s prone figure. As his cock came up, it pushed up against Billy’s own erect cock, and he could feel Mike’s pre-cum as it swept past his own dripping organ.

Then his face was above his own. Billy could see that glow again, and this time he felt at ease, no blind panic or trepidation crossed his mind. This time he knew just exactly what that glow meant and he seemed to answer it with one of his own.

Mike’s buttocks was firmly resting on Billy’s groin now. Billy’s cock was oozing pre-cum as it rested up against the flesh cheeks and he felt his whole body coiling itself up, feeling his heart starting to quiver as it geared itself up and he looked down and up, to gaze into the most wonderful set of eyes he could ever imagine. They were like shiny emeralds as he felt his cock suddenly being gripped by the firm hand of Mike.

In a second Billy felt like he had just been struck by a 1000 bolts of lightning. His whole body jumped and shook as Mike lowered his buttocks slowly but firmly onto the jerking penis.

His arms shot outwards and his legs shot straight down and out. His toes arched themselves inside of the runners, forcing the heavy rubber to bend under the pressure as Mike’s rectum engulfed his whole penis. The heat was almost too much for him as he started to pour with sweat, more than if he’d just run the Boston Marathon.

Billy could hear Mike’s voice, it was soft and hoarse as he groaned with the entrance of his cock into his buttocks. The pressure of the throbbing cock made him squirm as it lodged itself deep inside, filling his canal with its vibrating presence. Mike grimaced a little as he squeezed his hips, forcing a tighter hold on the fully lodged cock.

As Mike’s muscles tightened around the hard pole, Billy let out a loud scream. It was totally unexpected and he started to shake as spasm after spasm racked his young body. His hands punched the hard dirt and one hand had managed to grip several blades of grass, ripping them out by their roots under the immense pleasure that was running through his whole body.

Billy’s head tossed back and forth as Mike moved his hips this way, then that way and then pushed down, his cheeks pressing Billy’s groin into the hard ground. His legs held Billy’s hips tight, forcing them even tighter, forcing them to squeeze his full balls and together they just sat there, rocking as the hard cock started to throb and ache constantly inside of Mike’s body.

The sounds mingled with the early chirping of the birds drove Billy wild. The sudden onslaught of Mike’s urgent desires made him squirm more and more. His whole body was pressing upwards each time Mike would press down and the struggle to stay focused was quickly being lost by both of them.

Billy suddenly managed to force one of his hands up and around and wrap it around Mike’s jerking cock. He got his hand, still clinging to some blades of grass, to wrap itself around the six inch pole that was rubbing up against his belly and he started to pull on it, to make it go faster as Mike’s hips came crashing down faster and faster on his own thick pole.

They wiggled around, locked in a wild embrace as Mike’s buttocks clung desperately to Billy’s hard cock, and Billy’s fingers clung frantically to Mike’s own throbbing organ. Together they moved up and down and then Billy couldn’t hold it together any longer. His legs bucked upwards, his cock went wild inside as it jerked one way then another and it started to spurt hot milk deep into Mike’s love canal.

As the first wave of Billy’s milk came flooding into his rectum, Mike lost his own battle and his balls slung themselves upwards and his cock started to jerk and fling itself in a wild dance, straining to break free of the hand that held it. The battle was lost and Mike’s body flung itself downwards, his cock shot forward through the tight gripping fingers and along the flat heaving stomach and let loose its own forceful stream of milk.

Billy’s entire stomach and chest was covered in Mike’s cum and the hot juice lay there as Mike slowly collapsed on top of it, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

Mike’s body shook as it fell, and he could feel the hot milky cum slowly dripping out of his pink hole as Billy’s penis, now limp, was pulled out and lay resting against his still quivering cheeks. The sticky cream slowly dripping down onto the soft blonde pubic hairs of Billy’s groin.

Slowly Billy opened his eyes and the light of the late afternoon sun was blinding. He grinned, as he heard the radio station playing another old time love song. Damn, he had done it again and drifted off. Carefully he backed out of his parking space, feeling the wetness in his groin as he knew that he had cum inside his pants, and it was all Mike’s fault. Damn that guy, he was so fucking hot, even when he wasn’t there.

The time was close, soon he would be face to face with Mike’s mom as his dad drove the car into the stadium’s parking lot. The game would begin in about an hour but they wanted to get there early.

He had barely gotten home and showered when it was time to leave and just as he was about to race out of the house, the phone had rang. Quickly he had grabbed it to hear Mike’s voice. His face broke out in a wide grin as Mike talked.

When he got into the car his father noticed the glow and asked him what he was smiling about. He just smiled back, saying ‘nothing’ and gazed out the window. Funny, it had to be a nerve-racking time for Mike, but he found the time to call him, to tell him not to worry, when he had to be sitting on huge pins and needles about the game. Man he loved Mike so much, it hurt so much but the rewards were so terrific.

The first half of the game was over and Mike’s dad and his had gone to get some food. It was strange, but he had been lost in the intensity of the game and only now, had he realized that Mike’s mom was now sitting right next to him.

So far it was a defensive battle, but just before the half had ended, Mike had made three key receptions to get them down to the enemies 25 yard line, where they had managed to get a field goal as the gun sounded to end the first half. He had gone nuts with each catch that Mike had made and so had everyone in the stadium it seemed.

At first he felt self conscious about it, but he was so wrapped up in the game he didn’t care. He yelled and cheered like a wild man, and for one brief instant he had seen Mike’s helmet turn upwards towards their section. He was sure he could see a gleam of white under that dirty face and he just knew that Mike had heard him.

The sudden touch of a hand on his shoulder made him come back to earth. He looked over to see Mike’s mom, next to him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

“You certainly are a one man cheering section honey” she said.

“Uh, I guess so, I kind of get carried away a little..”

“Yes, I see that, you know this is hasn’t been an easy few months for us, don’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“Yes, did you know that Trevor has been offered a very lucrative job overseas?”

“WHAT? Uh, No, no Mike didn’t say anything about that.”

“No? hehe, no I guess he wouldn’t, would he?”

“Huh? I… I mean I don’t…”

“Oh you are priceless… the look on your face dear, it reminds me so much of your mother, you know we were great friends.”

“Yes, I did know that, Look, Mrs Sheppard…. Mike and I, well…”

“You know Billy, when your Mother was taken from us, I couldn’t stand it, I really couldn’t, it is why we moved you know, I just couldn’t stand staying here, everywhere I went reminded me of her and how much I missed her. Did you know that? No, I guess you would have been to little then, but we were very close, we shared a lot of secrets, her and I, secrets that none of you men ever knew.”

Billy sat there, not sure what to say or do. This was weird, it was as if she was trying to tell him something, trying to prepare him for something. The news that Mike’s dad had a great offer overseas also played on his mind. He could feel a strange tightness around his chest as his mind dredged up the worse. Was Mike being taken away from him?

God, the mere thought of Mike no longer being around almost made him nauseous. He felt light headed and was sure that he was going to faint, but he had to hold on, to get a grip and fight his way through this. If Mike was going overseas, maybe he could find a way to follow, maybe he could get his dad to help, but he felt sick to his stomach, fear gnawing away at him as he stared blankly at Mike’s mom.

“You know, Michael means the world to Trevor and me, he is the darling of his father’s eye, and all this, well all this has been a blow to his male ego, now don’t you start in on me, you listen, okay?”

“yes ma’am” was all he could say. The fear was growing inside of him but he sat there, his hands folded on his lap even though they wanted to tear his hair out in grief. He knew what was coming next.

Billy felt a soft hand rub across his cheeks and wipe away the tears that had suddenly appeared. He turned his face to stare into her face and he saw compassion, not hatred or anger and he felt so alone right then and there. He wished for his mother, the loss more apparent at this second than it had been for a long time.

For that brief moment, he wished he could just climb into his mother’s arms and let her wipe away the tears and banish the dark clouds that had wrapped themselves around his aching heart.

“I suppose Michael wanted to wait to tell you, but I need to talk to you first. It is funny, how much like his father Michael has become. I never really saw it before, but when we told him about the job offer, it was like I was watching Trevor talking to his parents when he had announced that he was marrying me.

It really shook me how similar they were. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Michael is so much like his father, they are cut the same it seems.

Billy, you certainly have found yourself a champion in my son, I love him so much, and I am so proud of him, the way he just stood there, told his father and me how happy he was for his dad, and how he would miss us.”

“What?”

“Oh there was no doubts in his mind, he wasn’t going, he didn’t need to think about it or to consider it, he congradulated his father then asked how long we would be gone and that he would visit us in the summer.”

“But, I mean…”

“We worked it all out, what choice did we have? I think you know how my son is when he is determined about something. Look at how he pushed past my own stupid objections to your , how shall I say it, friendship?”

“I… really I…”

“Oh Billy, you are so like your mother. The way you look right now is just like here. God I miss her so much, even now, but I know that if she was here with us now, she would be supporting this.

Billy, you must promise me one thing, and I mean this, you will take care of my son won’t you?”

Billy didn’t know what to say, he could see tears in her eyes that matched his and suddenly he also could see the understanding and warmth that his mother must of seen. She always had been a good judge of character. He couldn’t answer her, instead he just leaned over and wrapped himself up in her open arms.

He felt her hold him, pat his back and stroke his head, just like his own mother used to do and he felt her presence then. Billy knew that Mike’s mom was right, his mother would have approved, she would have stood by him and welcomed Mike into their family and suddenly the fears and doubts all seemed to vanish.

She was wiping the last of his tears away when the two men returned. Both of them looked rather sheepish as they sat down, passing the hot dogs and drinks over. His dad sat next to him and hugged him playfully and looked deep into his eyes. Billy could feel him questioning him and for some reason, he just knew that everything was going to work out.

Mike’s father stood there, waiting for his wife to move and suddenly everyone laughed. She had no intention of moving and he finally came to that realization. A smile started to cross his face as she patted the seat next to her, so he would sit down as the teams were starting to take the field.

Mike’s dad looked at his wife and suddenly he reached out and gave her a big hug and kiss just as the whistle blew to start the second half of the game.

The game was an amazing struggle. The other team was tough and for the most part they were the better team. Yet, somehow their team had stayed with them. It really was something to watch, and so was Mike’s mom.

As the fourth quarter was winding down, they were down six to three and time was running out. They had cheered and yelled themselves hoarse and their section of the stadium was rocking. It was weird, everytime he was up cheering he could feel her standing there with him, her own voice as strident as his in urging the team on, specially number 85.

They had the ball on their own 30 yard line when things changed. It was third down and long and suddenly the crowd grew quiet. It was now or never and the whole season seemed to come down to it. Mike had been doubled team in the entire second half and had only one reception. He was their only real threat and the other team knew it but as the team broke the huddle, number 85 stopped.

Standing and cheering up in the bleachers were two figures. He could see the tall willowy shape of his mother, the way her hair flowed out from behind her and right next to her was Billy. My God, he thought, as the team was heading for the line of scrimmage, they were holding hands, cheering him. He felt so much love, it just seemed to pour down from above and he glanced over at the cornerback that had been covering him.

“Fuck, It” he thought and he lined up, his face glaring outwards, his heart pounding and his chest aching. He had so much to be thankful for; well it was time that they had something too.

The crowd was on their feet, the stands thundered to the stamping feet of thousands of wildly cheering fans. This was it, the ball was down and they had one chance, and the coach was going for the win, not the tie. Mike had so far brought them down the field. He had made catch after catch, breaking tackles to where the ball rested now on the oppositions 17-yard line.

They had one shot and everyone knew who they were going to throw it to. It was like he was a one man wrecking crew and the QB stared into his eyes. The whole season rested on this last final play. He knew it and he glanced back up to the stands. Everyone was up, chanting, urging him on and yet somehow he could hear their voices only.

Strange, his mom never really liked football. She was always worried that he’d get hurt or something, and yet he could see her, standing there, her arms pumping up and down, her legs pounding the wooden slats of the bleachers and her mouth open, screaming for him and right next to her stood Billy. God, what a sight it was and he pushed forward, his arms outstretched as he saw the brown oblong object floating towards him.

He knew that the second it reached him he would be hit, but he stared at it, seeing Billy’s’ face now before the ball, those deep blue eyes glaring at him, willing him to reach higher and he did.

Mike’s hands seemed to grow as he leapt upwards, stunning the oncoming tackler and it gave him that split second, and he grabbed the ball and twisted his body in mid air to land in a totally different place on the field.

The oncoming safety had misjudged it, and went flying by tackling nothing but air and mike managed to hold his feet and lunge forward, his face set and determined as he could hear the oncoming rush of the free safety but he had too much of a lead and as he felt the strong arms wrapping around his knees, the hard helmet hitting his hips he stretched out, the ball crossing the broad wide stripe that was the goal line.

Mike lay there, as player after player bounced on him, the ball still firmly in his grip and on his face the smile that made Billy swoon and weak at the knees growing wider with each passing second. The whole school must have been there as they all raced onto the field.

Up in the stands, Mike’s mom was crying, her head resting on top of Billy’s as they held tightly onto each other. Trevor, Mike’s father, was bubbling like a baby as his boy had just done what only legends had done. He had won the game and for the rest of his life he would have this moment.

It had taken them over two hours to get into their vehicles to head back to Billy’s place. Mike was exhausted, his body still reeked from all his physical exertion and he hadn’t even been able to get changed. The pure joy of the crowd had been overpowering and he was the centre of it all.

They managed to get out of the stadium lot and Billy was driving Mike’s truck, following his father’s car which was following Mike’s parents car. They got down the road when Mike reached out and laid his hand on Billy’s leg.

“I gave Mom the game ball Billy.”

“I know, she really appreciated that Mike. God I am so stoked, you are… fuck you are…”

“Billy, shut up…. I gave her the game ball but I got something to give you.”

“Huh? Mike… come on I am driving I can’t… ”

“You pervert… no Billy, I can’t actually give it to you, but, fuck, Billy I love You, game balls are nice, but what I want to give you is, well…. Billy, I want to spend my life with you… just you and me, together … will you take me?”