Chapter 17

Sometimes love has its ups and downs. Mostly though, there are more ups than downs and true love will weather any storm.

– K. Lytestone

Tomorrow was the big day, for the first time this season they would be facing tough competition. They had easily won their first two meets, but this would be the test. While Mike had scored well, as expected, in his hurdles, Billy had surprised a few people with his speed in the relays. Least he hadn’t dropped the bloody baton, he had quipped to his Dad but he could see the pride in the old face.

Funny, but his dad seemed much more relaxed and yet at times, Billy was sure he was about to say something other than what did come out. Well, no accounting for the older generation, and he was working too hard which most likely accounted for his lapse in memory.

It was strange though, he was used to his dad working long hours, and coming home at strange hours of the night but this was different. He didn’t just come home and pace the halls, or plop down in a chair with his briefcase. Instead he seemed to be smiling more and his first order of business was always to disappear upstairs and make a phone call.

Mike had said that ‘dad’ most likely had a ‘special friend’ that he was seeing, but Billy didn’t really believe it. He figured at least he’d know something or be able to tell, but then again, the old guy was happier and less moody and man he sure was getting along with Taylor and Jeremy.

Billy looked over at Mike lying on the bed and a grin seemed to just automatically cross his face. God, he was such a hunk, the way he was stretched out almost made him weak at the knees. Fuck, who was he kidding, almost hell, he was always weak at the knees around Mike. The way his long legs lay there, the soft skin glistening in the light from the room, his head buried in the book as he worked on his homework.

Funny too, cause just as his mind would wander to admire the firm buttocks; Mike turned and smiled at him. Damn, that white grin that just seemed to explode across the room always made his dick hard, and tonight was no exception.

Billy knew that if he didn’t turn away they would never get their homework done, and it was weird, because Mike always knew when he was looking at him. He could sense it and always, without fail, when his eyes moved up or down to that gorgeous butt, Mike would turn and flash that smile.

“What are you grinning at Jock Boy?”

“Oh not much, just you stud boy.”

“Oh sure, calls me a stud when I still got Social’s to finish off, not fair.”

“I know, that’s why I said it, hehe”

“Pig”

“Yep”

“It’s going to be tough tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“Oh, maybe, I guess, you worried?”

“Kind of”

“Why? I mean shit you been doing real good, and you know what waits for you later…hehe”

“Yeah well that I can get anytime…. Hehe”

“OH? Now who’s the pig?”

“Weeelllll, okay, maybe it’s a tie… hehe, but seriously, what if they are faster?”

“Shit Billy, there is always someone faster, if its your day, its your day, if not, well I’ll still love you, well maybe.”

“MAYBE? Hey listen here jock boy, you conned me into this, you damn well better still love me… hehe”

Mike looked at Billy with his long eyelashes fluttering, and he just smiled. His green eyes sparkled a little as his mind wandered from the textbook in front and the vision of his Billy. Damn, he was so friggin hot, sitting there in his orange shorts, looking like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

“Don’t you bat those green eyed monsters at me, you did too con me… you know it.”

Mike just smiled, because in a sense Billy was right, but then he was also wrong. It wasn’t so much that he conned him, as that he enticed him to go running. Wearing no underwear has an amazing effect sometimes.

“You sorry you got into this?”

“Well, no not really, I guess I was kind of scared about it all, but it is fun.”

“Scared? Of what? Losing?”

“Sort of that, but… well its not important. Say, you think Dad is seeing someone?”

“Oh sure change the subject, and yeah I think he is.”

“Really? I just wish I’d know who”

“Does it matter? Besides, I bet he’s cute whoever he is.”

“He? Hey, sure in your dreams Jock Boy… like no way he’s gonna play with some guy”

“Why not? I am sure him and my dad fooled around in college, maybe he wants to try it, seeing as how you always moaning so much at night… hehe”

“PIG!  But no, not Dad, least I don’t think so and you don’t know they did or not, I bet its that blonde at the reception desk, she’s got big one’s and is always smiling at him.”

“Nah, I doubt its her, she’s too ditzy, whoever it is I bet has to have a brain, she’s just glands”

“Since when did you become such a sage on love?”

“Oh that’s easy, ever since I married you bitch”

“BITCH?  BITCH? Hey listen here Mr. Jock, you watch it or you can just keep those shorts on tonight.”

Mike just smiled and ran his hand down his side. All the time he just kept his eyes glued to Billy’s face, knowing it was driving him nuts, and he could see the way Billy was licking his lips that it was a good thing he was finished his homework, otherwise Billy just might break his own rules.

God, being in love was such fun, he thought as he waited for the next rejoinder, waiting for Billy to either make some remark or just rush out the chair and attack him on the bed. He really enjoyed it when Billy became aggressive and their love was hot as it was, but man when Billy got a head of steam up, look out. Mike just grinned wider at that thought.

Billy watched as Mike’s face grew more handsome with each passing second. It made his heart flutter and he could feel the blood rushing around, getting hotter as his mind could think of nothing but how wonderful it felt to be in Mike’s arms. Shit, if this wasn’t love, then it should be. How could someone so wonderful be so much in love with him? He wasn’t anything special and what would he feel if he lost tomorrow?

A cloud seemed to just fall over him and he could feel the fear inside, as he wondered just what would happen when he did fail? It was tormenting him, because he knew how much Mike enjoyed seeing him win, seeing him succeed. What would he feel when, not if, he did lose?

Funny, he thought, it was why he had never gone out for sports before. He was terrified of failing, not that he was afraid in the sense of any doubts to his own abilities or personality, but for those who counted on him. It used to absolutely petrify him to think of how crushed his father would be if he had gone out for some sport and lost. His dad was one of those who liked those things, and well, ever since his Mother had passed away, the thought of adding to his pain was almost numbing.

Now, with Mike pushing him, he had gotten past that stage, until now. He could feel his heart thumping inside, but no longer out of desire for Mike but out of pure panic at failing tomorrow. Now the stakes were even higher, because he would crush his Dad as well. Just when things looked like they were getting better, he had to face this.

His eyes were misting up again and he turned so as to not let Mike see, when he felt the soft touch of a warm hand on his shoulder. Billy glanced upwards to see Mike’s face peering down at him. His heart flipped a little, the panic quietened for a brief moment and then it all came flooding back, ten fold greater. How could he let this guy down? It would kill him to fail, and he was sure that while Mike would put on a brave face, it would devastate him that his love was a failure at simply running. Damn, why did life have to be so unfair?

Mike saw the change come over Billy and thoughts of how to handle his assault quickly faded. There was a sudden catch in his throat as he watched, as his soul mate seemed to fall into a depression. He knew he was worried about doing well tomorrow, and somehow he knew that Billy was more afraid of losing than anything. Damn, he didn’t understand, how could losing some stupid race come between them? That was what Billy was thinking, he knew that, but he also was unsure of how to make Billy understand that nothing could come between them. His heart was feeling like it would rip apart as he watched the tears starting to form around Billy’s eyes and he got up to walk over, to hold the one who held his heart.

“Do you know why I wanted you to join the track team Billy?”

“Well, sort of, I mean you said you thought I’d be good at it, and should get out and do more stuff like that.”

“Yeah, well sort of, I guess it’s a selfish reason, look if you would rather not do this, it is okay with me.”

“Mike, I can’t quit now, what do you mean selfish? How?”

“I just wanted to spend more time with you, that’s all.”

Billy couldn’t believe it. Here he was worrying about failing and now Mike thought he wanted to quit when all he wanted was to be close to him. Damn, he really was lucky but someday that luck would run out. Maybe this was that day?

He stared up into Mike’s green eyes, and he could see the pure love that seemed to sparkle within them, and yet he still had doubts, still had feelings that if he didn’t do everything just right, that Mike would leave him. Sure, he had arranged that ceremony thing, and they had shared some pretty intense feelings, and it did feel real too, but still, it couldn’t last or so his damn brain kept telling him.

Maybe it was right too, just look at how his life had gone so far. Yeah okay, right now it was pretty damn good, but then it was too just before that day. Everything was fine in the morning and then for the next few years after, no morning was ever fine. Hell, even now there were times he would wake up feeling like the world was crushing him, well at least until he rolled his head over to stare at Mike’s. Then it seemed to vanish, but how long would that last?

Mike could see that Billy was still feeling doubts, feeling that maybe he would not always be there at the finish line for him. Fuck, how could he, hey, he knew something and he bent down, kissed Billy’s cheek and told him to hang on a second as he went racing to the closet.

Billy didn’t know what had come over Mike, one second he was telling him he just wanted to be with him, and now he had his head in the closet rummaging through some shit. Fuck, this was not a fun night but he did love Mike so much, and he knew that tomorrow he was putting that on the line. He could feel himself shaking, feeling like it was all too much, and yet how could he just quit?

If he did, he would face a lot of questions from his dad, never mind the damn school. Shit, he was really stuck in a hard place, because if he did quit, then there would be a ton of comments and questions at school, which would really keep Mike loving him, yeah right. Fuck, he was screwed either way; well least might as well go out with a bang.

Billy was coming to accept his role for tomorrow as Mike came back holding some sheets of papers. Now what, he gonna recite some poetry or give me a speech? Fuck, all I want is to have him hold me, to love me forever. Least that is how he was thinking as Mike handed him the papers.

“Here, read this, then we can talk about it.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“Just read it, ‘kay?”

“Yeah okay”

Billy read the pages, at first he sort of got scared, but his mind couldn’t stop him from going on further. His eyes bulged outwards at a couple of the items, and he kept glancing at Mike, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to Billy. Fuck, this was kind of wild, as he kept reading the pages.

Finally he finished, and he realized that his dick was totally hard. It was stretching the orange fabric of his shorts further than most evenings, and to be honest, the stuff on those pages were kind of exciting, in a naughty way. He looked over at Mike, and saw the concern written all over his face. God, he looked so handsome, well, like he had decided might as well go out with a bang, so why not give him this too?

“Uh, so you want to do this to me?”

“Well, uh… yeah I do but uh, well not tonight.”

“Oh, then uh, why’d you give it to me?”

“Shit, well, uh so maybe, well that is…”

“What?”

“Fuck, well, aaahh… I thought maybe you’d do it to me”

“WHAT?”

“Well only if you wanted to… I mean… it is kind of well, different, but I know you are sort of… shit, I just thought you might want to…”

“Fuck, you serious?”

“Yeah”

“You mean you would let me do this stuff to you?”

“Yeah”

“Why?”

“Shit that’s easy, because I trust you and well, I love you, so I know, I… shit you know why.”

Billy could feel himself getting excited, his mind was whirling with thoughts of it all, and how Mike would react. Could he be serious? He glanced back down at the paper, and thought, fuck, there was no way Mike would really let him, no fucking way and this was just a way for him to get to him. Shit, well maybe, damn though the idea was making him hot as he kept re reading some of the passages and he could feel his body starting to ache with the thought of having Mike totally in his control.

Billy had been so intent on reading and thinking that he hadn’t heard Mike get up off the bed and rummage again through the closet. His first inclination that maybe Mike was totally serious was when he looked up, to see Mike standing in front of him.

“You can use these, they should work, and that is well if you want to.”

Billy stared at the four lengths of rope and then up at Mike’s face. He saw the pleading look in the eyes, and his heart seemed to sing out to him, urging him to put the papers aside and to take Mike into his arms.

He stood up; his groin aching and his heart seemingly racing forward like a wide-open jet engine. Damn, the idea itself was making him ooze pre cum and he could feel the wetness as he took the four pieces of rope and stared into Mike’s green eyes.

Without any seeming hesitation, Mike handed them over and then went and lay on the bed. He placed his hands up past his head towards each of the bedposts and he waited, his eyes glued to Billy’s body, watching, waiting, as his own heart started to pound loudly in his chest.

He took one of Mike’s hands, and looped the rope around the wrist, his hand sweating and shaking with fear and anticipation. Damn, just holding Mike’s hand with a piece of rope around it was making him quake with desire for the dark haired boy. Shit, he wasn’t sure he could even finish tying him up without shooting his load, the excitement was so high.

After some fumbling, he managed to have both hands tied to the bedposts. Billy stood back and saw a spread-eagled Mike, unable to move, his head seemingly following every move that he made. God, this was so unreal, so damn hot, he reached down instinctively to rub his groin and was surprised to see Mike’s eyes following his hand and every move it made. Well, this was certainly different than when they screwed around before.

Mike couldn’t believe how he was feeling. As his hands were slowly but carefully being tied up, part of him wanted to yell out to stop, while the other part just kept telling him that Billy was everything to him. Shit, he already knew that, but it was kind of different, watching the love of his life place him under his total control. He wasn’t sure what Billy would do, and that made his heart quicken, and it also brought a little touch of fear into it.

When his other hand was fixed firmly to the bedpost, he felt a strange urge to get free, he felt rather helpless even though deep within his heart he knew Billy would never hurt him, it was just, well, he had never been so at someone’s mercy before. Billy could just leave him here, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

His eyes followed Billy’s every movement. It was like his brain was refusing to guess, and was looking for signs of what was to come, even though he knew it would be sexual, he just wasn’t sure. Would Billy suck him first, or try to fuck him? Damn, the idea of all that in itself would get him going, the not knowing made him even hotter and he could feel his dick straining at the shorts as Billy’s hand started rubbing his own crotch. Fuck, that was so hot, watching him do that and his own hands wanted to do it too, but they couldn’t move.

“Last chance to change your mind, Jock Boy.”

Mike stared up, seeing the grin across Billy’s face as he had spoken. Billy had caught him staring at his crotch, and he must have seen him flex his hands to try and rub his own dick, well, two could play it that way. He just grinned back, saying nothing but licking his lips, knowing that would get Billy even hotter.

“Okay fine with me Jock Boy” was all Billy said. He then walked forward and in one quick motion, he had Mike’s shorts off his feet, but instead of throwing them aside and reaching for Mike’s dick, he got back up off the bed and walked to the side, where he then bent down and kissed Mike on the lips, lightly, then with surprising agility he placed Mike’s orange shorts over Mike’s head, blindfolding him so he couldn’t watch what was happening.

Mike yelled out in surprise and for his efforts, received nothing but a faint chuckle and then silence. Billy just stood by the bed, looking down at Mike, the orange shorts a perfect blindfold, and saw the legs starting to quiver as his arms seemed to vibrate, straining a little against the ropes.

Billy reached out, his hand lightly running along Mike’s chest, then down one of his legs as they jumped to his touch. It was perfect, each touch of his hand making Mike’s body react in ways that he wasn’t used to. He could actually feel the body hair standing up on end, feeling it quiver to his touch. God, this was almost too much, his groin felt like it was in the middle of a blast furnace, it was so fucking hot.

The sound of Billy’s evil little chuckle made him squirm, as he had no idea what the hell would happen. He had thought Billy would go straight for his dick, and as his hands had quickly de panted him, he felt comfortable, knowing he was right but the little fucker had surprised him by moving up and kissing him, which was nice, but then the shorts came over his face and now he couldn’t see nothing. Damn, he should of known that Billy not only read fast, but also he remembered what he read.

When Billy’s hand touched his chest, he almost jumped, feeling his hands yank on the bedposts, and he found himself breathing harder with each passing second, as Billy’s hand slowly moved down his body. Oh man, it was almost impossible and he groaned as he felt his dick straining, waiting for Billy’s touch, but the hand passed by, ignoring his aching cock and he couldn’t figure out what was coming next.

The sudden gripping of his ankle stunned him, and he felt his leg being pulled open and he smiled a little, figuring that Billy was about to plug his ass, and he sort of started to get ready, when the touch of the rope around the ankle surprised him. He started to pull back and yet Billy managed to hang on, and in less than a minute he found his leg tied up as well.

Billy didn’t waste any time in getting his other leg tied up either and as he yanked on the leg, to secure it, Mike felt a jab of pain up his groin, as his legs were open wide and he felt a bit uncomfortable. He was trussed up now, unable to move and he couldn’t even kick out if he wanted to, and a wave of total helplessness seemed to flow over him. He was totally at Billy’s mercy and while he knew, deep down, that Billy was in love with him, that tiny shard of doubt still managed to creep in to his mind.

He heard the sound of a chair scraping on the floor that had to be Billy’s. Fuck, now what the hell was he doing? He didn’t remember anything about chairs in the damn pages. His ears strained to hear more, and yet all he could hear was Billy’s breathing and his own heart pounding.

“Hey, what the fuck you doing?”

“Finishing my homework.”

“WHAT? Hey, I thought…”

“Hey yourself Jock Boy, you know the rule… no sex till our homework is done, so you just be quiet while I finish, then, well maybe we can do something.”

“Maybe? Fuck, you got me all tied up here, what am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know… play with yourself? Hehe”

“Funny, how the hell am I supposed to do that?”

“Well, hmmm, I don’t know, now let me finish, the more you talk to me the longer it’ll take for me to finish. Haha”

“You pig, you are enjoying this.”

“Oh yeah, great idea Mikey, hehe”

“Fine, you just wait you blonde stud, I’ll get even”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, hehe  but I’ll keep it in mind, now let me do my homework in peace. Haha”

Billy struggled with the last part of his assignment. Damn, his mind couldn’t get the vision of Mike lying on that bed all tied up. Each time he would try to shut it out, his head seemed to glance towards the bed, where Mike was all stretched out.

Finally, despite several whines from Mike, he did manage to finish the work and he shut the book loudly, and watched as Mike’s body jumped to the strange sound. This was totally unreal, the way the slightest sound made Mike quiver or react. Damn it made him hard and he smiled, seeing that Mike’s dick had gone a little soft. Well, he’d have to do something about that, but not right away, first he had to get the stage set. He always did like acting, and now he could really act before a captive audience. The thought made him giggle a little which made Mike’s body tense up. Well, it was his idea, he better get used to it.

It was like a light went off in his head, and he stood up, being quiet and trying not to let Mike know he was moving. He came by the end of the bed and was heading to the bathroom when he reached out, holding his breath, as his fingers slowly reached outwards. His fingertips ached with the strain as they lightly brushed by the sole of Mike’s foot, just barely touching it.

The sound of a book closing sharply had made him jump. He had sort of forgotten it all, and it startled him. His whole body grew tense as he waited, straining for sounds of movement, eager to have Billy come to him, and yet wondering if he even would.

His body jumped as the soft brush of Billy’s fingertips against the bottom of his feet registered. The unexpectedness of the touch send a shiver of anticipation through his body and he groaned without even thinking. Damn, it was getting hot and he could feel himself sweating as the touch suddenly ended. Where the fuck was Billy now, which was his touch, and his mind, grew desperate, waiting for something to happen.

As his hand turned on the hot water tap, he could hear Mike screaming for him, and he just smiled and started to whistle. He couldn’t quite understand it yet, why he was suddenly feeling so happy, so on top of the world but it sure did feel good.

Sound of running water made Mike squirm against the ropes a little, wondering just what the blonde bitch was up to now. Fuck, this was not the way he had figured it would go. He really didn’t think that Billy would get so into this scene, and his mind was feeling a little bit nervous, wondering what was going to happen to him next. He knew that it would be pleasing, but shit, he did like to know what was coming.

Mike had tried to get Billy to answer him. He had called him, cursed him, and yet no answers. Damn, he was smart; he knew that once he answered Mike would figure out where he was. Shit, he was playing this to the hilt and while the idea of not knowing was scary, it also was damn exciting too. He could feel his heart aching, his lungs gulping in air even though nothing was happening.

Sudden wet warmth hit his nipples, and he groaned loudly as small drops of warmth kept hitting him, dripping on his nipples that had reacted strongly to the strange heat and liquid. He could feel his heart pounding even faster as more of the drops fell against his chest, each drop sending a shooting shiver of joy into his whole body.

Mike tried to reach down, the strident desire to grab his cock and pound it till it shot its load was overpowering and yet he couldn’t move. His hands struggled to break free as drop after drop of hot liquid dripped onto his nipples, slowly pooling and running down his heaving chest.

His mouth was open, and he was panting with the exertion of his limbs, as they were desperate to break free, to reach out and tear off the shorts. His head moved from side to side, trying to shake them free and all the time, absolute silence greeted his every movement. All that he could hear over the roar of his heart was Billy’s heavy breathing.

The agonizing over not knowing was ripping into him. He knew something hot was being poured on him, something that slowly moved down his chest, towards his belly and just as suddenly as the drops had come, they stopped. He lay there, panting, feeling spent even though he had yet to be touched by Billy. Damn it, this was painful in one-way, and yet so damn exhilarating.

Slowly Billy tilted the warm bottle, letting the liquid come to the tip ever so slowly. He watched as the first drop broke free from the spout, and splashed against the soft pink nipple on Mike’s chest. He heard the sudden intake of breath, saw the way his whole body arched downwards, his arms pulling hard against the ropes, his legs trying to move towards each other, held in check by the ropes around the ankles.

Drop after drop slowly dripped from the bottle of warm baby oil and he could see Mike squirming to each drop, his heart pounding now in tune to each drop, his breath coming quicker and more shallow as drop after drop slowly pelted the now fully erect nipples. Oh man, it was amazing, he could actually feel the drops as they hit that perfect pink flesh, feel the shivers of joy that flowed with each drop.

He had to stop, otherwise he was sure to shoot his load now, and he wasn’t ready, least in his mind he wasn’t ready. Physically Billy was surprised that he hadn’t already cum, but he was managing to hold on. There was so much he wanted to do, and yet he knew deep inside that he’d be lucky to just cover half of what was on the second page of ideas.

His hand moved down, a drop or two of warm baby oil still dripping down and he watched it splatter against the taut stomach muscles of Mike. God he looked so beautiful, all spread out like this, it was amazing. He could see every muscle outlined against the skin now as Mike was squirming like he had an unreachable itch. Fuck what a complete turn on this was becoming.

Sure, he had been the top before, lots of times actually but it was never like this. Here, he was in total control of what happened, there was no way for Mike to grab his dick, or force him to speed up by touching his balls or playing with his nipples. He was totally in control, he could just end it all now, walk away and leave Mike to writhe in anticipation and Mike couldn’t stop him, couldn’t reach out and drag him back to the bed. He was in charge.

Billy watched with his eyes bulging as he slowly dripped the warm baby oil onto Mike’s hard 6 inch cock. He watched it jerk this way then that way as the hot drops hit it squarely, each one slowly rolling down the side, coating it with its oily sheen. Fuck, it started to glisten as he let more of the hot oil drip onto the cock. His eyes grew bigger as he slowly watched the milky white pre-cum start to come to the tip, and gently mix with the baby oil and flow over the throbbing cock head.

God, he couldn’t believe it as he watched, listening to Mike swearing blue murder now, his body straining hard against the ropes as he let the hot oil continue to drip, the pre-cum now covering the cock head. Its milky white colour clouded by mixing with the baby oil and then together they oozed down and around the head, coating it, making it glisten even more in the room’s yellow lights.

It was too much for him, the sight of that hot cock dripping like that had turned his blood into a raging boiling flood. He dropped the bottle of oil on the bed and in one giant leap he found himself sitting on Mike’s chest, his own oozing cock quickly pushed into Mike’s startled mouth.

He thrust his hips forward, sending his cock past the teeth and deep into Mike’s surprised throat. He could hear him choke a little and he tried to hold back, to let Mike adjust but he couldn’t wait, the urge was just too great for him and he found his groin grinding up against Mike’s lips.

Mike couldn’t breath, his mouth was suddenly filled with the hot taste of Billy’s cock and he was choking as he felt the slicked cock pushing up against his throat. The salty taste of pre-cum just starting to register as the huge 6 inch penis started to vibrate deep within his throat and he struggled, desperate to grab hold of the shaking body on top of his chest.

As his lungs ached for fresh air, and his heart pounded like a jack hammer, he heard the strangled cries of Billy and his own mixing as the huge throbbing cock pushed in further, gorging itself in his throat, filling his slender neck with its raging heat and tangy taste.

With loud creaks from the bed, gurgled groans from Mike, and a loud animal cry from Billy, the two bodies seemed to suddenly stop their wild motions, one arrested by the strong binding of ropes, the other by the sudden overwhelming power of blood draining from every extremity. Billy could feel his groin pushing hard against Mike’s head, forcing it deep down on the bed, and then he just started to shake all over. Every part of him was quivering as his cock started to tremble, then quake, and finally surrender to the force of his cum as it exploded deep within Mike’s throat.

Mike gagged as the flood of hot boy milk came pouring out of the throbbing cock that was wedged deep in his throat. He had just barely gotten used to the idea of it actually being there, his eyes still staring at orange fabric and his nose breathing in the pungent aroma of a man’s aching groin, when it started to quiver and jerk even more wildly inside him. The strong load of cream was just barely flowing down his throat when the hot organ jerked again, and again, adding even more of his lover’s milk to his throat.

Swallowing like there was no tomorrow, Mike could still feel the rising cum flowing back up his throat, filling his mouth and coating the huge pulsing penis with its stickiness and salty taste. The full aroma wafted around his nostrils, sending his heart to pounding harder and faster. His hands ached as they strove to break free so they could attend to the harsh painful ache in his own groin. He couldn’t move and panic started to grip him, as he struggled to swallow more of Billy’s cream when suddenly he just realized it all, and the struggles against the rope ended.

Mike lay there, letting his whole body suddenly stop its arching upwards, ending its struggle to break free and as the fragrance of his lover’s milk filled his soul, his eyes closed to see the soft gentle shape of Billy float before him. He could see him, his blue eyes glittering, his nose flaring, his jaw set, as his body jerked every which way possible as his cream was sent racing up and out of his throbbing cock.

The sight of Billy’s features as he came excited him, he could feel the ache only grow more in his own groin, but his throat was totally relaxed and swallowing gulp after gulp of that wonderful thick rich cream. The salty taste only enhancing it, making him start to suck now and he could feel Billy’s penis react, feel it jerk to the new sensation and he lay there, his arms no longer straining, his legs no longer pulling, as he revelled in just enjoying the gift of Billy’s cum.

Billy could feel his heart throbbing, the hard insistent beat was echoing through his entire head, making him dizzy as he felt his cock jerking hard deep in Mike’s throat. His nostrils flared and he could barely catch his breath as his body trembled to the force of his explosion within Mike’s mouth. God, the feeling was amazing, the way his whole body just seemed to quiver as it spent its force and on just blowing his own load.

The feeling of Mike’ jaw relaxing and his own shaking subsiding brought him back to the moment and he felt his hips relax, no longer pressing so urgently up against Mike’s face. Slowly he started to pull back, hearing Mike’s soft moans and hearing the sound of deep breaths as his cum coated penis grew smaller.

Billy could feel his body slowly returning from its fever pitch as he slipped his dick out of Mike’s mouth, feeling Mike flicking his tongue at it, trying to lick off any remnants of his cream, refusing to let any of it escape his mouth, which only made Billy smile. He loved the way Mike enjoyed his cum and he looked down, seeing the orange shorts that were drenched with his own body sweat as well as Mike’s own perspiration.

God, what a hunk, to lay there, take whatever he wanted and to still want more. He could feel his heart pounding again, once more starting to gear up, to once more change from an idle to a roaring engine down the straight away.

He slowly let his body slide down Mike’s chest. His balls pushing aside the small wiry hairs that were on his chest, reaching downwards now, past the pulsing washboard stomach that seemed to tighten with anticipation as his creamy white buttocks slid down further along it, pressing against the taut muscles, forcing the body to once more tremble in excitement.

There was no doubt that Mike was straining for relief. Billy could sense it in the way he breathed, the way his lips kept drying and his tongue kept licking them, desperate for release. Small flecks of his cum still rested on Mike’s chin and as his own face came closer he could smell his own scent on Mike’s face. His tongue shot out quickly, licking the nose a little, then around the lips and briefly touched Mike’s own hot weapon of pleasure.

Mike lay there, his arms aching, his legs pulsing, as Billy’s body slowly slid down his frame. God it felt so wild, to not know what was coming next, only that it was Billy. It was strange too, how much more he ached for that touch, that feel, that he gotten so used to having every night. His whole body seemed to desire it like it had never had it for months, let alone that they had done it only this morning.

As Billy’s body continued its slow slide down to his groin, he felt so alive, so full of love. He had never really been so helpless, and yet deep within his heart he knew that he would experience nothing but the pain of love, no other pain could intrude or would be inflicted. He was scared a bit, at how intense Billy had become, but found that his own mind was as intent on satisfying Billy as Billy was in seeking that satisfaction.

The soft weak murmuring of Mike’s voice barely managed to make it past the thrumming inside his head as his buttocks could feel the throbbing cock as he lay on top of Mike’s body, wondering what next, how next he could take pleasure from the quaking body beneath him.

The words at first weren’t discernable, but gradually it was clearing up, the soft weak mantra of   ‘take me, Billy, take me’ started to penetrate his brain. His eyes managed to focus on the face beneath him, the orange shorts askew but still covering those green eyes, but the nose was flared out, the lips slightly ajar, as he moaned out his hearts need.

He reached back with one hand to grip the throbbing penis that was pushing up against his buttocks. His hand could feel the raging heat and his fingers could feel the urgent flow of blood into the thick cock shaft as he raised his butt, his legs digging into the soft thighs as he angled his body.

Billy could hear Mike holding his breath, the deep intake and no follow through exhale told him Mike was waiting, sitting on edge, not sure but hoping for what would happen next. He moved the hard cock up between his cheeks, feeling the sticky pre cum grease his canal, and then a greater flow came as he placed the head up against his tight pink hole.

His legs quivered as the head touched him, and he groaned a little, feeling the need to have that hard steel pole up his rectum and with a grin on his face that no one could see, he pushed down with all his might, sending the throbbing organ deep into his body. Billy felt the stabbing pain pass quickly through him, followed by the hot stinging sensation of penetration deep in his guts.

Mike let out a loud yell as he felt his cock suddenly being swallowed by Billy’s rectum. The soft tissue felt so warm, so comforting, and the taut muscles’ eagerly letting his cock pass through was too much for his mind. His heart started to pound hard and loud, filling his head with its strident beat, his lungs felt like they would explode and all he could do was groan. His arms flexed against the ropes, his legs twisted against their restraints as he felt his cock being held tight now, being squeezed hard.

Billy’s knees were digging deep into his side, forcing his legs closer and yet the ropes were keeping them apart. He thrashed a bit, his body squirming as he tried to press upwards with his own hips. He could feel his balls starting to ache harder now, the love of his life demanding his milk and he started to groan and twist his head to and fro as his body seemed ready to surrender its milk.

Billy could feel the balls starting to sling upwards, his own heart was beating so loudly he was sure it would burst from his young chest. Sweat was pouring from every part of his body, dripping down his chest, forming a small pool on Mike’s belly, where sweat just seemed to collect, already filling the belly button.

Just as suddenly as he had felt his cock being swallowed whole by Billy’s wonderful tight butt, now he felt nothing but a sudden release of pressure. His cock no longer rested hard inside against Billy’s taut velvet muscles, instead it jerked around in the air.

“NO” he yelled, as he felt Billy’s weight no longer pressing on his belly, no longer felt the small drops of sweat plop onto his skin from Billy’s gleaming body.

“Not yet Jock Boy” was whispered in a panting like voice, and he squirmed against the restraints, his body aching like it had never ached before, his need for Billy filling every pore, every part of his entire body and he could do nothing about it. He groaned, swore like a trooper, as he heard nothing more from Billy.

“FUCK YOU BILLY… DAMN IT PLEASE… oh shit”

Mike lay there, panting now, his body glistening with sweat, his arms twisting and trying to break free, trying to reach down to stop the harsh ache in his groin. His eyes were smarting, tears rolling down them under the harsh orange fabric of his own damn shorts. Fuck, he ached; his legs were like steel, stretched out and aching almost as much as his groin.

Billy sat in his chair, watching Mike’s struggle with the ropes. He could see the bed bouncing as Mike’s perfect white body glistened in the light. The bedposts looked like they would snap, the way Mike was exerting so much pressure on them, pulling, desperate to break free.

He couldn’t believe how intense he was, how much he wanted to just reach out and take that throbbing cock and slam it up his butt. Shit, he still didn’t know how he managed to stop himself and get off, his whole body was aching, and telling him he was crazy for stopping, telling him it needed it so much.

His eyes were filling with tears again, as he gazed at Mike, saw his struggle quieten a bit, and yet he could see the chest still heaving, see the heart pounding, beating against its confinement. Somehow he found himself standing beside Mike, his hand reaching out, gently brushing up against the tear stained face, feeling the tear drops as Mike begged for him.

The instant his hand touched the face, he could feel the body slacken in its efforts to break free, and yet the tension was still there. He could feel the muscles coiled as he softly ran his hand down that perfect chest, feeling the heart pounding, the lungs straining, the stomach tightening all to his touch. It was totally unreal, here he was, holding this power over a guy who was not only handsome but strong too.

He had never met someone who had such a quiet will, that was like steel when it needed to be. Mike had given him the courage to face a lot of demons, and yet he had always been tender with him, never pushing him, never really demanding anything in return. He had just been there, like a rock that he could rest against as he struggled with all of the wild and wacky emotions that flowed through him.

Standing there, watching how his legs would shake to his touch, how his dick seemed to be sniffing for him, as he stood there was unbelievable. Mike had given him so much how could he doubt him? How could he feel that if he lost some stupid race that Mike would feel less for him. God was he that stupid? How could he have thought that?

It was amazing, how seeing Mike lying there, his tongue licking his lips, his body waiting, expecting him, his heart beating for his touch, racing with each press of his fingers, and he had doubted him?

Billy sat on the side of the bed, his hand gently running along the wet flesh, feeling it tremble to his touch and he saw the eager anticipation, the pleading need of Mike’s heart for his touch. He could feel it all, as his hands gently ran along the skin, feeling the nerves inside, feeling the blood flowing rapidly to wherever his hand rested, wherever his touch was. This wasn’t acting, this wasn’t a sense of duty, he had no control, Mike could not be humouring him, because he, Billy, was in control.

He could see Mike’s desire for him in the rippling muscles as his hand moved softly across them, and when he lifted his hand, he could see their disappointment, feel their sadness at not having him touching. It reached far into his heart, wrenching it and he could feel the tears flow down his cheeks as he sat there, his hand resting lightly on Mike’s quivering belly.

The realization of just what lay next to him was filling his body. It had never fully hit him like this, the love he knew was there but always there was that doubt that voice that seemed to say, ‘yeah he loves you now, but what about tomorrow? Or worse, that soft whisper of doubt that would say, ‘yeah he cares, as long as you please him, but what about when you don’t?’

All those voices could no longer carry any weight. The answer was there, tied to his bed. Mike would walk through hell’s fire for him, he had surrendered his body and soul to him tonight, of that he was now sure.

Billy stood up, his knees weak and his legs feeling like pure rubber but he kept his balance. As he got up, he could feel the disappointment fill the room, the sadness of Mike as he no longer was touching him and he could feel his heart reaching out towards Mike. Damn it, he loved him so much, and he wanted to always be with him, and now, well now he actually believed it, believed that what they had was more than just a deep like, more than a physical attachement.

His hands undid the legs, letting them free of their restraint and then he climbed up on the bed, his body pressing up against Mikes and he could feel the joy that his touch, his presence was bringing to Mike. He could feel his heart singing with relief that he was back, that he hadn’t left and he reached up, pushing aside the orange shorts and revealing to him the deep emerald green eyes, that sparkled with love for him.

“God I love you Mike”

“I Know Billy”

Billy kissed him briefly on the lips, tasting some of his own dried cum and then he just reached back, sliding his body down the hot flesh of Mike, until his buttocks could press up against the still rock hard cock. He heard Mike inhale, waiting, his eyes glued now to Billy’s face and for some strange reason, Billy knew those eyes would always be following him, always filled with love for him and he looked upwards.

Mike saw the burning blue eyes, the way they suddenly sprang to life, consumed by a raging fire within. Billy’s eyes seemed to spark, to ignite and he could feel the answering flicker of fire deep in his body. He was still tied to the bed, his arms still held firmly by the bedposts but it didn’t matter. Billy was his, and nothing would ever change that.

All he could see was the flickering green fire in Mike’s eyes. There was no shape or form other than that sparkling green fire, dancing wildly as he moved down, flaring as his buttocks rested on the throbbing cock, when he bent his face down, broke the contact and he kissed the solid belly.

His heart had made its decision, and slowly he brought his face close, his lips now pressed together as they lightly kissed the taut muscles. He could feel them ripple as he moved his mouth down, past the belly button, past the dark wiry pubic hairs that dotted his groin and then he could feel it against his chin, the hot throbbing cock and with his eyes clenched shut he brushed past, kissing the head lightly, tasting the salty pre cum that was oozing from the top.

Mike almost fainted, the touch of Billy’s lips was sending wave after wave of pure pleasure through his body. Like a million needles of pleasure, he felt each nerve jerk and quake to each press of those red lips against his flesh.

His cock ached, his balls were full and ready to burst as Billy’s mouth moved down his taut body. Every muscle was coiled, waiting in eager anticipation of the coming moment and then suddenly it was past. He had felt the soft lips as they kissed his throbbing cock head, tasted his pre cum that was oozing constantly from it and yet down it went, the soft gentle hands pushing his cock aside, and now spreading his buttocks, spreading his cheeks open so they too could receive Billy’s lips.

“Oh no, God no.” he moaned as Billy’s faced pushed into his cheeks, spreading them wide. His hands now firmly gripping his cheeks, pushing them open to reveal his own hole.

They had only down it a couple of times, neither of them really much into it and here he was, tied up, unable to move and yet Billy was, oh God he could feel the tongue slowly moving along his cheeks, licking him now and his heart was pounding, the ache that he thought was unbearable before grew even more painful. His body started to tremble, his arms were shaking against their restraint, as Billy’s tongue came to circle his pink hole, to flick its tip out and touch it, that sent a huge wave of joy through him.

Billy could feel the excitement, the upswelling of pure joy as his mouth moved along the crack. He could feel Mike’s body singing out in desperate desire for more, yet also begging him to stop, the ache only growing and his own body was echoing the same sentiments. His own body started to tremble as the pungent aroma came wafting upwards, filling his nostrils and his whole body with Mike’s scent.

Suddenly it no longer seemed to be repugnant, suddenly it no longer made him feel hesitant, instead it seemed to goad him on, make his heart pound even faster, his head began to swim as he flicked his tongue outwards. The harsh surface of his tongue rubbed against the warm inside lining of Mike’s cheeks, tasting the salty sweat that had run down from earlier.

His fingers dug in harder, pressing the flesh deep, looking for bone and his hands tightened their hold, forcing the flesh to part, to open even wider and Mike groaned louder with each flick of his tongue. His own body trembled as his tongue licked around the soft pink hole, tasting it, teasing it, and enjoying it.

Billy could feel the pain in his chest as he slowly swirled his tongue around Mike’s hole. Then he started to press, to curl his tongue a little, to stiffen it and slowly he felt the tight sphincter muscle opening, and he sighed deeply, his lungs exhaled their last breath as the hole opened to his tongue.

With a desperate urge, a strange and vibrant desire, he lunged his face forward, his tongue stiff and as hard as his cock was now, and it shot past the last reserve of muscle, deep into the warm sweet hole. The soft velvet lining wrapping itself around the strange shaped object that was pushing even harder and further inside. The tip now uncoiled a little, stretching the surprised muscles, forcing them open even more, filling the long velvet tunnel with its warmth and moisture.

Mike started to thrash around; his legs bounced and shook to each flick of Billy’s tongue, his mouth no longer under his control as moan after moan passed from his lips. His lower body twisted and shook, pressing down, urgently trying to keep the tongue inside, yet revelling in the sudden changes in direction and pressure. Every part of his insides was feeling the rough texture of Billy’s tongue and there was stopping it.

Billy kept pressing, his mouth firmly pressed now against the small pink hole, his nose wedged in tight pressing up higher and his hands were touching bone as they struggled to hold onto the quivering mounds of flesh that shook to each flick of his tongue. Mike’s groaning only made him struggle harder to get more of his tongue inside, to get more of Mike’s taste.

He couldn’t hold out any longer, his whole body was one massive mess of quivering flesh. His whole insides were like mush and his heart was ready to burst from his chest. Billy couldn’t hold out any longer, the wild thought of being a part of Mike was too much and he had his tongue out and his body was on top of Mike’s before Mike or Billy’s brains could even register the change.

His hand gripped the throbbing cock in one motion and his hips spread apart and his knees locked themselves around the wiggling flesh. With a loud shout he forced the throbbing penis deep into his rectum, the oozing pre cum helping to hasten the inward thrust, barely.

Mike let out a loud animal cry as he felt the sudden warmth envelop his penis. He could feel the sudden pressing of tight sinewy muscles surround his throbbing organ, holding it briefly as it was being swallowed whole in one giant swoop.

Before his yell could finish leaving his lips, his balls had flung themselves upwards, his cock was jerking sideways as it still travelled up the warm tight love canal and another loud cry was welling up deep within him. He opened his eyes briefly and there before him was the raging blue white fire of Billy’s soul. He could see it, feel it touch his own soul and together the two infernos roared outwards.

Their tips of flames now danced together as his body arched upwards, to greet the downward push of Billy’s body. The flames grew brighter in his eyes as they danced, hand in hand, his own green fire mixing with the blue flames of Billy’s and together they roared higher and higher as his mind stopped thinking.

Billy could feel his body being wrapped in a fire of green flames, tinged with blue and white and he shuddered hard as his buttocks fell downwards, crushing hard into the firm groin of Mike’s body. He could feel Mike’s wiry dark hairs embed themselves into the flesh of his cheeks as he tightened his hold, his knees gripping Mike’s thighs in a death vice hold, forcing the legs closer, forcing the throbbing jerking penis higher and deeper into his very soul.

As his soul reached out, finding its voice, he heard the answering sound of Mike’s own soul as their bodies came together and the flames roared around them, consuming them with its power and its heat and he felt it as the hot throbbing cock started its own wild erratic dance deep within his body.

Mike could feel the bed shaking as his body exploded deep within Billy. His eyes lost their focus, the only vision his mind could see was the vibrant blue and green flames that surrounded him and Billy as he came. His whole body seemed to be a part of that wild dance, that wild uncontrollable explosion of love as his cock jerked hard deep within Billy, the cum flooding outwards before his cries could even find their way to his throat.

The loud thundering noises seemed to diminish, the booming echo of it slowly seemed to recede from their ears and slowly, ever so slowly, they could start to feel the distant thump of heartbeats again. Mike couldn’t see, his eyes were dimmed and blinded by the brilliant colours that still zoomed across his vision.

Billy kept fluttering his eyelids, willing the bright streaks of light to dim, as he struggled to find his heart and to regain his thoughts. He could feel the sticky wetness that held him close to Mike’s body. It was like they were glued together.

As his eyes opened, regained their focus he found himself staring into Mike’s eyes, his cheek next to Mikes, his head resting on his shoulder, the sweat covering them both glistened in the light of the room and he smiled, and was rewarded by the largest widest smile he had ever seen cross Mike’s face.

The two lay there, just staring into each other’s faces, each of them simply enjoying the presence of the other, feeling the deep love and commitment that had bound them, had always bound them.

With an enormous amount of effort, Billy managed to untie Mike’s hands, yet his body never left the safe warm touch of Mike’s body. He reached up and as each hand came free, it found its way automatically around Billy’s still trembling body. As the last hand came free, Billy found himself being held tightly in Mike’s strong arms.

They had turned the lights off, and lay there, each wrapped within a tangle of arms and legs of the other, their faces close, their breaths blowing across each other’s faces.

“Still think its important to me if you win or not?”

“No, I guess it was kind of stupid”

“Yeah sort of, guess I should have told you why I wanted you to try out though.”

“Was it really so you could spend more time with me?”

“Yeah, guess it was kind of dumb, not to tell you, it is just, I am not good with words, I didn’t want you to think, well you know.”

“Sort of I guess, Mike I can’t think of anyone who I’d rather be with for ever, I mean, well, you mean so much to me, I don’t ever want to disappoint you.”

“I know, I guess I feel that way too, ‘bout you, but if we worry so much about it, …shit I don’t know Billy, it is just that I can’t stand being apart from you and well, I sort of wonder how I got to be so lucky, sort of like waiting for the other shoe to fall.”

“You too?”

“Me too, what?”

“It’s how I feel, I mean I don’t ever really remember much about being young, except that it was happy, that it was fun around here and then it wasn’t. I just came home and everything had changed, and well…”

“You think that one day you will come home again, and I’ll be gone.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you Mike”

“You aren’t going to lose me Billy, I know my way home.”

“Fuck, so much for not knowing the words, damn you, I can’t stop these tears.”

“Then don’t, shit I love you so much Billy, it hurts when we are apart, I mean… fuck now you got me getting all teary eyed.”

“I am sorry, I don’t want you to cry, shit…”

“Fuck Billy, you aren’t making me cry, I love you so much that just the thought of not being with you hurts, I will never leave you, you gotta believe that.”

“I do now Mike, oh god I do… how could I ever doubt that?”

“hehe, simple you’re a blonde”

“FUCK …you bastard.. hehe yeah I know that, I could dye the hair though.”

‘Hmm, well that could work, but shit I don’t know… I mean do you think your dad will like you in purple hair? Hehe”

“Bastard… okay I won’t dye it, you know I love you Mike.”

“Yeah, I know that… and Billy…”

“yeah?”

“I gonna get you for earlier…”

“It’ll be my pleasure to let you… Mike…”

“Yeah?”

“I am sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“Well, I think I left permanent dents in your butt…hehe”

“FUCK YOU, god what a bitch… and here I thought you liked the way my cheeks dimpled.”

“hehe, I do, but man are they ever bigger now….hehe”

“Oh, you really gonna be sorry, shit where are those pieces of rope….hehe”

“I hid them… hehe besides I think Dad is home”

“Yeah? So? When has that stopped you from screaming?”

“Never, but tomorrow is school.”

“Yeah and then our track meet, you still nervous?”

“Kind of, but not the same way, I want to win, but I know that if I don’t, well, I don’t.”

“Cool, you know, the coach really is impressed with you, thinks you could make the football team.”

“OH SURE.. look jock boy, you already got me on the track team, so now you want to make me go nuts worrying about catching a damn football?”

“Well, okay I guess that is too much, it is just, that, well..”

“just what?”

“Well, think of all that time we’d have together in the spring and fall…. But if you really would rather not…”

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“That was easy… sure?”

“Oh yeah, I am sure, you think I am gonna let you loose feeling all lonely among some of those hot football players? No fucking way jock boy.”

“hehe, okay stud boy.”

“Stud boy? Little old me?”

“Yeah, now shut up and kiss me so we can get some sleep.”

“Sleep? You really want to go to sleep?”

“Oh as if you can get it up again.”

“Well, I suppose I could if I had the right type of incentive. Hehe”

“Oh really? What about dad sleeping? Hmmm?”

Billy smiled and snuggled in close to Mike. They held each other in their arms, just looking into each other’s eyes. Mike sighed and slowly they brought their faces together, their lips brushing lightly against each other’s.