Chapter 48

Mike watched as the football went arcing out of the QB’s hand and he followed its trajectory, a small prayer in his heart as he watched the tussled haired blond running flat out down the sideline. His hands were clenched tightly into a balled fist, and he struck the side of his legs, the warm sun pale compared to the fire inside as he willed for Billy to make the catch.

He held his breath, his heart aching inside as the ball came down, its spiral off a bit and he realized it would just pass out of reach, unless Billy could sense it and make a move now. His eyes glanced over to the far side, seeing the Coach following the ball and Mike knew the Coach was waiting to see if Billy could adjust. For a second he wondered if the Coach had planned the pass that way but then he knew their Qb just wasn’t that good. He didn’t have the touch but he sure could run and that was the plan.

His eyes quickly moved back to the streaking figure of his lover and he held his breath as he saw Billy leap forward, his hands outstretched as he tried to grasp at the speeding pigskin, and as he watched, he saw the grim determination on Billy and he prayed harder, ‘Come On Billy, Come On Do It’ he whispered inside and it was weird, because he felt a strange calm growing inside as he watched the outstretched fingers clawing at the rough pigskin, the short nails marking the brown hide as the thin fingers somehow found a way to hold on and as the outstretched body came falling downwards, he saw the hands jerk backwards and the body roll to the side, just as he had taught him, the ball being pulled in as he bounced onto the hard turf of the field.

Without even thinking he shot his right hand up in the air as if in a salute, a cheer of ‘yes’ on his lips and the widest grin possible across his face as he watched his lover make the catch. His eyes brimmed with tears as he saw the football shoot up in the air, firmly in Billy’s hand and he felt relieved. Mike knew how much pressure Billy was placing on himself, and sometimes he got a bit angry at it, because it wasn’t realistic at times. Billy couldn’t be perfect, no one could be but he had this urge to constantly strive for it, to prove himself that at times, was, well, tough to fathom.

He knew too that Billy wanted to please, it was almost like a fixation with him, his need to always make people he loved feel special, feel happy, when really just being with him was enough. Mike knew that Billy had tried out for the team only because he had asked him, just like track but he also knew that Billy was petrified of not succeeding, and that Billy had this insane notion that if he failed it would mean disappointment for Mike, when all Mike really wanted, was an excuse to be with Billy more. Sometimes, Billy just didn’t understand that. Well, at least it didn’t matter now, Billy had caught most of the passes thrown his way in practice, he had run the drills well, and there was no doubt that he had the skills, the only test remaining was could he hold on after a real hit?

Billy came sauntering up to the line, his face a bit dirty from the dirt and he had a hunk of grass sticking out from under his helmet cage. He looked like a real football player, except that all he had on was some shoulder pads and practice jersey and helmet. The orange shorts were a bit tight, but it showed up nicely the firm round cheeks of his butt, and Mike had noticed how a few of the cheerleaders were eyeing them. He wondered what Billy would say if he knew what nasty thoughts they were thinking, and he just grinned. After all, who wouldn’t want to feel those buns or nicely tanned legs wrapped around their stomach?

Thinking of all that was maybe the worst part of playing sports. Here he was, totally in love with Billy and just thinking of him made his shorts stretch just a little more, the hard cup and tight weave of the jockstrap keeping things in place but Christ it fucking hurt at times. He would have to figure out some way not to think of Billy, but then that was impossible, thoughts of his blond lover were always floating in his mind, even when sleeping he dreamed of Billy.

“Man I didn’t think I was going to make that one, hey wake up what you dreaming about?”

“Huh, oh I don’t know, maybe I’ll tell you later, good catch, guess all that practice at home paid off”

“Yeah, I guess, but I wish we had been practicing other stuff”

“Yeah? Gee, I wonder what that could be? Haha”

“I’d tell you but I wouldn’t want to hurt your rep”

“My Rep? Hey listen to you, besides, I think the cheerleaders over there want to adopt you”

“Me? Oh God, just what I need”

“Well, maybe Christina told him how good you looked in her prom dress?”

“PIG!”

“haha, yeah, so, how does it feel?”

“It fucking hurts, you told me I’d get used to this, but shit Mike, I ache all over, does it get better with the equipment on?”

“Haha, you will find out”

“You think? I mean I don’t know, I did miss some, do you really think the Coach will want me?”

“He better not, you are taken”

“Shit, is that all you ever think about?”

“Uh, no, not really, only when you are around”

“God I wish… shit I don’t know how you can look so calm, I feel like I could burst, and these cups and jock straps, fuck they hurt”

“Haha, yeah? Well stop thinking about what is going to happen after we get home and they won’t hurt so much”

“Oh and like you ain’t thinking the same thing”

“True, but then I have more experience at dealing with it, haha”

Mike was laughing as he jogged away towards the line, it was his turn to run a few patterns but he was already a lock for being on the team. He was the one deep threat they had and he could come out of the backfield too, as he had speed, good hands, and he was filling out nicely. He had a small growth spurt and now stood a tall 6ft 1in tall.

Billy watched as Mike headed to the line and to get his patterns. He marveled at how sleek Mike looked and yet he felt a strange sense of pride as he watched. That was his man and so far life had only been a ride of pure pleasure. He knew that they would have some rough times, but he also sensed that no matter what they would always have each other. It was something that helped him when he lined up or thought of other things. Without that security, he didn’t know if he could have done the things he had attempted this year, and next year was his last at high school, the year that would shape his future, and it troubled him a little, thinking about the future.

Watching Mike run, he wondered what the future would have for them? Would it even be a ‘them’ or was he really just dreaming? Life had a way of throwing curves, and he knew that first hand but then again, his dad was happy once more, so maybe even the curves had a way of working out. Trouble was, there was so much to think about, and so much to worry about it was tough to realize what you had. He could see the gracefulness as Mike made his cut and the ball hit him square in the chest, and he realized that Mike had risked a hell of a lot to be standing next to him.

He had thought about it before, and they had touched on it sometimes, but he never really knew the whole story. Mike had never really told him much about the discussions he had, which Billy knew were really more like shouting matches than calm conversation, but he could see the pain deep down when they did talk about it. Was he asking too much of Mike? After all, he was still at home, he still had his dad to run to or even Taylor, but Mike had cut himself adrift, he really had no one.

Mike turned and smiled at Billy, and Billy smiled back automatically, as his mind whirled away, thinking of all that Mike meant to him and he felt a chill, as he realized just how single-minded Mike had been. He had simply wanted Billy, that was all he wanted, and so everything else was merely something to climb over or under to achieve his one goal. Billy shuddered a little as the enormity of such devotion, such single mind ness, filled him. There he was worrying about the future, about school, college, profession, and yet none of that seemed to matter to Mike, as long as Billy would be there with him.

As he watched his man get ready for another pattern, he realized just how much Mike had sacrificed. He had placed everything as secondary in order to just be with Billy. His education was a necessary evil, one that would allow him to stay with Billy, his sports was something he liked but Billy knew that Mike would toss it in a second if he was asked and he also knew that if he had not agreed to try out this year, that Mike would most likely have passed on it too, just so he could be with Billy.

Shaking a little, Billy watched as Mike stretched out to snare an errand pass and he could see a twinge of anger cross his lover’s face. He knew how frustrated he felt at times, the way the team seemed to be so intent on the run that they ignored the passing game, something that Mike lived and breathed while in a uniform. He also could see the frustration of having a Qb who just wasn’t a passer, and he doubted if they would go far again this year, unless the coach changed his plans, which was like expecting his father to stop breaking beds. He laughed as he thought of that and was still smiling as the team’s running back came up.

“You looked pretty good out there”

“Huh? Oh thanks, Mike has been coaching me”

“Well, you look good, uh, you and Mike planning to come to Beth’s party this Saturday?”

“I don’t know, hadn’t thought about it much”

“Should, it’ll be a pre end of school bash, the whole team is going to be there, would be nice if Mike and you showed up”

“Uh, well, depends, we might have uh, babysitting duty, but, uh”

“Well see if you can, besides, you two hardly ever come out to parties, you’d think you two had secret wives tucked away out at your place”

“Haha, yeah I wish, or maybe not, yeah well, we’ll see, I’ll uh, I’ll talk it over with Mike”

“Well see if you can, get your old man to loosen up a little, shit you two need to grab a life, live a little outside of school, well… I am up next, Saturday okay?”

“We’ll see”

Billy watched as Kerry put his helmet on and waved to Mike and headed out to the line, for his turn at running short pass patterns. Mike had a look as he came up, and Billy could feel his frustration, because the Qb had barely managed to get the ball to Mike, and it rankled with Mike, he was in his own way, a perfectionist, on the field.

“What did he want?”

“Something about a party Saturday”

“Oh, Beth’s, yeah, she seems to always have one just around now”

“You want to go?”

“Not really”

“Why not?”

“Huh? Why, you want to go?”

“Sure, I mean is there some reason we can’t?”

“No, I just, well…”

“What? You don’t think I would like it?”

“Sort of, I mean her parties are usually a bit rowdy and well, there is lots of straight talk, you know how some guys get, and well…”

“Afraid I’ll embarrass you?”

“Fuck off, no, I guess I just never thought much about it”

“So why don’t we go?”

“If you want, I just thought, well usually you can’t wait to”

“Yeah and you can?”

“Okay, shit, it might be fun, think you can handle all those hot babes chasing me around though?”

“You? Shit listen to you, hell you’ll be lucky if they even look at you with me there”

“Oh God, what a blond”

“Yep, and all yours too”

“Better be, or else you dead”

For another hour they alternated between running pass patterns and blocking schemes. For the most part Billy felt like he was in some medieval torture chamber, and his body was aching by the time it was finished. The only thing that kept him going was that Mike had promised to give him a nice back rub when they got home. Dinner was no longer his worry, Chris seemed to be handling that chore nicely, and besides, it meant he got to spend more time in Mike’s arms, so for the most part he didn’t mind.

Billy didn’t realize just how much work went into playing football. He had always assumed it was tough but he had pains and aches all over, even in places he never knew he had but he did feel sort of satisfied, also a bit eager as they drove home, the ripe smell of two young men filled the cab of the truck and he could feel the other pain in his groin getting more intense. Damn it hurt, and he wished he could figure out a way to slide the damn jock out of the way, cause every time Mike hit a damn pothole he ached.

Looking over at Mike he wondered if the guy wasn’t hitting those potholes deliberately because each time he would glance over and smile. Trouble was, that smile only made him feel even more hot and horny, and he was licking his lips in anticipation long before they drove into the driveway.

Watching Mike as he slowly headed towards the front door, Billy could feel that urge overtaking him and for a few seconds he wondered if he was normal. The thought that he and Mike were too horny, to active, made Billy pause for a moment. He had read the books, heard the stories about all that hormonal stuff but his feelings for Mike weren’t like that, least he didn’t think they were. He knew they screwed a heck of a lot, but it didn’t feel like just plain screwing or fucking or whatever damn term the therapists used. It felt like he was a part of Mike when they would join, or even just touch, and nothing he had read explained that part of it.

This was maybe the hardest part of being gay and going to school. Just who did you talk to about it, about the feelings and all and whether or not you were doing things wrong or right? He couldn’t really talk about it with his dad, after all, his dad was asking him, and Taylor was always ‘in conference’ with Jeremy but he too, had to have questions, least the times they talked, he did.

At least if you were straight you could sit back in the locker room and pick up a lot of information. If you were gay the only thing you could pick up was abuse and ridicule. He wondered about some of his friends, and how they would react if they knew just how close of a friend Mike was to him. It was strange, because there were times when he just wanted to scream it out, to shout it from the roof of the school or in the middle of the damn field, but he knew he couldn’t and that bugged him. Mike said it was natural; that he had this overwhelming desire to set the world right, but it really wasn’t that.

Sure he got pissed when he saw people treated badly, he got angry when people were mistreated simply because of some physical difference, but that wasn’t why he wanted to shout or scream his love for Mike. It had taken him some time to figure it out, but he just didn’t want his love for Mike to be made into some shabby secret, it was too precious for that and it deserved to be hollered out loud.

Every time he walked down the hallways or out on the quad, he saw couples holding hands and the way people smiled as they passed by. He wanted that too, he wanted the same glances, the same smirks, as straight couples got. It wasn’t to change the world; it was to show the world that he, William Bradford, had someone special in his life.

A hard press on his chest made him stop dead in his tracks. He looked up to see Mike’s hand firmly holding him back and he looked at Mike with a question and then he saw the doorpost looming up in front.

“You off saving the world again?”

“Kind of, I guess”

“What is it this time?”

“I just, well it pisses me off that we can’t walk around holding hands, or kissing, we have to wait till we get home, speaking of which”

“Haha yeah, well you looked so intent, but I couldn’t let you waltz into the door post, can’t take you to a party with your face all mushed up”

“Oh right, you just afraid if I hurt my face you won’t get to have your daily milking”

“Gross, you make it sound like I am some cow or something”

“Nope, just a PIG! Haha”

Billy ran through the door as he said it and headed towards the back of the house, the sounds of being home echoing to his running feet as he headed for the laundry room. He burst in to find Chris throwing in a bunch of clothes in the dryer and he could see just why his Dad always got a boner. Shit, the man had almost as cute a smile as Mikey did. As the thought was passing through his mind, he heard the sudden squeaking sound of runners on the floor and Mike’s panting breathe blow across the nape of his neck.

Mike was only a second or two behind and as he skidded to a stop inside of the laundry room he noticed Chris’ smile and it only made him smile more. He lunged at Billy and wrapped his arms around the young man, holding him tight and making him lean back into his body.

“Hey Chris”

“Mike, Billy, you are home early”

“Not really, uh you finished with the machine?”

“Huh? Oh sure, but if you want to just leave your stuff…”

Chris saw the look in Mike’s eye as he was starting to offer to do the laundry and he couldn’t help but notice the bulging orange shorts and he felt a sort of wince as he realized that both boys were still wearing their jock straps and cup. God, that had to hurt and judging by the wild look in Mike’s eyes, he knew it really had to hurt. He smiled, wondering if maybe he should trap that other Bradford and see how he liked it on the washing machine. One thing about living in this household, you certainly learned that no room was off limits for intimacy.

“Never mind, I think I shall go check on dinner while you guys, uh, shall we say, get cleaned?”

“Thanks Chris” the two sang out.

Chris left the laundry room and as he walked to check on dinner, he adjusted the sudden bulge in his own pants. He smiled, thinking that maybe tonight he would just take Seth out to soak in the hot tub. Maybe they could make sure that cum still did float. He laughed to himself, and shook his head as the sound of feet shuffling and then water running told him that he would have to wait to fold and put away his laundry.

Billy watched and listened as Chris left, his body feeling sore but warm too. He could feel Mike’s hard cock pushing up against his butt and he wiggled a little, trying to push backwards with his buttocks when it suddenly hit him.

“Hey, how can you stand being so hard inside a jock strap?”

“I moved it earlier, you aren’t still… oh man, you are”

Mike had reached down with his hand to feel at Billy’s crotch and he felt the coldness of the cup and the stretched fibres of the jock strap and he broke out laughing, knowing just how much pain Billy had to be in, because he could feel the heat coming from all around. He knew that Billy was desperately trying to keep calm but he hadn’t shifted the fibres or removed the cup.

With quickness, Mike moved his hand that was cupping Billy’s crotch up and down into the warm region. He pushed aside the orange shorts waist and let his hand wander down to shift the jock strap. He could feel the sudden press of hard flesh flash past as the jock strap was moved, the cup off to one side. His fingers hesitated for a second before they reached out and down for the released flesh, feeling its heat as he slowly ran his fingers along the throbbing organ. Billy sighed and rested his entire weight backwards, onto Mike’s strong body as his body trembled a little.

“Feel better?”

“Mmmm, yep, now I do”

“Haha, good, next time, do what I do, move it away as soon as you can, then the ride home won’t hurt”

“Uh huh, lower, man that feels good Mike”

Mike’s hand was slowly rubbing the shaft, pushing it into the hot balls that were freed now, and he found his mouth pressing lightly on Billy’s neck. He breathed in deeply, smelling that aroma of sweat and Billy, all mixed together into a fragrant perfume that made him ache in his groin and made his heart race just a bit faster. His fingers were slowly touching the hot throbbing shaft, slowly reaching for the hot fiery cock head, the swollen organ jerking a little to his soft touch.

The soft kiss on his neck made him lean in even harder. His heart was starting to pound as he dug into his shorts and pulled out the plastic cup and it went sailing as he brought his hands around to rest behind him. He grabbed at Mike’s soft buttocks, the feel of his hands digging into the warm flesh making him groan a little. Just knowing that he was next to Mike made all his anger go away and while he still wanted to shout out his love for Mike, he was slowly being taken away from his soapbox, and was once more resting on his pedestal of passion.

The aches in Billy’s body from practice seemed to dull as Billy’s passion seemed to grow. He could feel his legs trembling a little as he leaned into Mike’s warm body, feeling his heart pounding and the touch of his mouth on his own hot flesh was almost too much for him. His fingers dug in deep as he tried to force Mike’s throbbing cock into his body harder, hoping it would be strong enough to push through the two pairs of shorts that stood in the way.

Mike’s hands started to move with more urgency now, and they moved away from Billy’s throbbing groin. The hands pressed hard into the soft flesh, but they moved up and away from Billy’s groin. Billy moaned a little as he felt the hands gliding up his trembling body and he closed his eyes, seeing the flashes of red amidst a sea of black. He could feel the heart starting to race as his body simply melted into all of Mike’s curves and hills.

As if unwilling, Billy’s shorts struggled to hold Mike’s hands inside, but the waistband finally gave way and Mike’s moving hands now were free, the fingers quickly pushing down on the waistband, and then they reached up, to hold onto the thin nylon fabric of the jersey and in one solid motion, the hands moved up the young shaking body, pulling the jersey upwards. His hands pulled and he kissed Billy’s neck until the last possible second and then moved back as his hands brought Billy’s jersey up and over the blond head.

The second it was off, his mouth began to once more kiss at the back of Billy’s neck, then around the cheek, up the side of the face to briefly lick at the ear lobe and then around it. His hands ran freely up and down Billy’s heaving chest, the small strands of blond hair twirled briefly among the strong fingers of Mike. As his hands roamed at will across Billy’s front, his hips swayed from side to side as he ground his groin hard into the firm buttocks of his lover. The strong feeling of his flesh against Billy’s only made his cock start to ooze pre cum and a growing wet stain appeared as his breathing became ragged and short.

Billy could feel the heat rising up inside of him and once more, his brow was dotted by beads of sweat but this time from his eager anticipation of being with Mike. His palms grew hot and sweaty and he started to flex them, feeling Mike’s cheeks shake and jiggle to his touch. The pain in his buttocks grew too and he felt himself clenching and unclenching his own cheeks, the throb around his rectum taking hold of his thoughts as he felt the room swirling around. He couldn’t focus, his eyes saw stars as he leaned back even more, his breathing becoming rapid as with each breathe he took, he smelt that aroma, that fragrance, that signalled Mike was next to him.

The sound of Billy’s rapid breathing echoed inside of Mike’s head and he felt his own heart starting to pound, starting to race faster as his hands roamed faster and harder along the hot sizzling flesh of Billy’s chest and then down to his stomach. He could feel the muscles rippling as he ran his hands down the firm flesh, feeling the excitement rising inside of his lover and his hands now pushed at the shorts, forcing the thin elastic down, forcing the barrier of cloth to surrender to his own desperate need to rest his own body against that perfect milky flesh.

Quickly the small-enclosed laundry room filled with the scent of two young men in the throes of passion. The aroma of their sweat, their raging hormones, wafted back and forth in the room, the occasional sound of metal striking metal coming from the dryer only making the scene seem more unreal, more intense. They both struggled for air, breathing in the intoxicating perfume that their sweating bodies were emitting into the small room.

Both pair of orange gym shorts lay on the linoleum floor of the laundry room. Mike’s hard throbbing cock was dripping a steady stream of pre cum as it moved along the firm cheeks of Billy, the groans from Billy only growing louder as his body shook to every touch, every press of that hard organ against his body. His own cock was also dripping gobs of sticky white pre cum onto his sweating flesh. His hard erection occasionally touching the cold metal of the washing machine as the two bodies swayed together.

Mike’s tongue was busy licking at Billy’s neck and shoulders. His hands were roaming all over, one second the fingers were playing with two firm nipples, next they were cruising down the trembling flesh towards the groin or even pressing against the bony hips, pulling the shaking body closer. To any casual observer it looked like a wild dance of unrelated movements, yet to both hearts it was like a symphony of total unfettered passion.

Billy could feel Mike’s love slowly filling his own body with its tenderness, as he shook and swayed to each touch of Mike’s hands, of his body wrapping itself around his own. Together they started to sway, together they started to feel their breaths and together they felt their hearts beating. The sensation was not new and yet it felt so fresh, so different, so unbelievably exciting. Both of them started to groan and moan as Billy’s hand pulled while Mike’s hands pushed.

Billy turned his face to reach back and he found Mike’s lips pressing against his own fiery flesh, the taste of salt filled his mouth as he felt Mike’s hot tongue pushing inside and he groaned loudly, his body shaking as they kissed deeply and passionately. Mike’s cock was pressing up against Billy’s buttocks, lodged now between the two firm fleshy cheeks. The pre cum slowly coating the deep valley and Mike’s hips began to push inwards, forcing the throbbing organ to slide upwards until it reached the tight pink opening to Billy.

Both of them groaned now and Billy tossed his head backwards, resting it on the quivering shoulder of his lover as he felt the ache in his buttocks grow, the desire overwhelming him as he shook and shuddered with each touch of Mike’s body next to his own. Billy could feel tears welling up around the corners of his eyes as he felt the power of Mike’s love starting to push into him and he could feel his own heart now, the way it was racing, the way the blood was beginning to boil inside of him.

Mike’s body pressed inwards, his hips grinding hard into the soft pliable flesh of Billy’s cheeks. His hands now gripped firmly the two hips of his lover, his fingers digging deep until they touched bone. His eyes shut tight, visions of a blond running down a grassy hill floated across his sight, his body trembled as he watched the tall young figure racing towards him, his hands were stretched outwards, as if to welcome someone into them. He watched fascinated as the blond grew closer and he could see the warm smile across the face, the perfect white flash as sunlight glinted off the teeth and he sighed now, feeling his own body heave forwards, the pressure of resistance suddenly gone.

Billy felt the slow pressure building against his tight pink hole. The muscle seemed to slowly open, slowly letting the hot slippery cock inside, slowly letting the pain travel up his spine to find its home inside of his heart. The steady but rising beat of his heart made him swoon a little and his head rolled on top of Mike’s shoulder, the scent of a real man wafting through his nostrils as he breathed in deeply, filling him with Mike’s passion.

The fires inside began to roar louder with each passing second, with each passing moment as Mike’s throbbing cock slowly inched its way past the silent sentinel of Billy’s rectum. Slowly he shifted his hips; slowly his body came that much closer to joining with Billy’s trembling flesh. Time began to slow as their bodies tenderly began to join together, to become one and he could feel his soul reaching out, long tendrils of love slowly twisting and turning to meet each other, to link together in an unbreakable chain of love.

Thick drops of white pre cum oozed outwards, coating Billy’s soft insides with its wetness as the hot throbbing cock pushed inside slowly. Time ticked on and yet still Mike’s penis was barely inside, the hot shaft glistening between the two mortal bodies and yet their hearts now beat as one, their thoughts merged together and they could both see into the other’s soul.

With amazing clarity, Billy could feel each millimetre of Mike’s cock as it worked inwards, each crevice along the taut skin was suddenly filled by Billy’s own silky lining and he could feel the blood flowing to and from Mike’s organ. Billy’s own trembling body tenderly held each artery that flowed along the throbbing shaft. He could feel each drop that passed through Mike’s cock, making his spirit soar with unparalleled passion. His desire for Mike only grew more intense, the aches in his body forgotten as he felt himself being slowly filled by the undying love and affection that Mike held for him.

As his cock slowly pushed inside, he felt Billy’s love come flooding into his body. He felt Billy’s thoughts, his hopes and his desires as he slowly continued to push forwards, to slowly join the two bodies and he could feel his soul crying with absolute joy. There was nothing that could darken their moment together, as long as they had each other, Mike knew they could take all that a cruel world could inflict on them. He felt at ease and in love as he slowly pushed forwards, eager to let Billy feel it all and so his body moved even slower, gently filling Billy with its love.

Mike could feel the ache in his chest grew tighter, his eyes no longer could focus as he slowly worked his throbbing penis in and out of Billy’s shaking buttocks. They held each other, their hands digging hard into each other’s steamy flesh, the sweat now dripping all around them, forming small sodden pools around their feet, as they slowly made love to each other. Mike’s body would slowly push in as Billy’s body pushed back. Slowly Mike’s aching cock would travel deep inside, stretching and tugging at all of Billy’s muscles. Their softness only making Mike’s cock tremble more, grow harder and ache stronger.

The room grew quieter and outside noises failed to even dent the armour of their passion. Mike could feel Billy’s spirit soaring, he could feel it holding his own spirit, clutching at it as they danced around the room, their souls laughing and crying with pleasure as their love flourished in the steamy room. The smell only increasing their awareness of each other. Their love danced as one, their hearts beat as one and their love grew even stronger as their spirits danced together, their bodies no longer separate but now as one.

As their spirits danced, the beat started to get faster. Their hearts now started to race faster, their breathing even more ragged and desperate as their souls ached for more. Their blood boiled and suddenly the slow tender thrusts became more intense, as both bodies needed more, and more often.

“Dad?”

“Huh? Yes Keith”

“Uh, is the washing machine busted?”

“Busted, no why?”

“Haha, cause its making weird noises”

“Funny, you know that Mike and Billy are doing their laundry”

“Haha, yeah, sure sounds different than when you do it, less papa Seth is with you, then it kind of sounds the same”

“Keith… don’t you have homework to finish?”

“Yeah, uh, can Tommy and I take a break?”

“Keith, you know the rules”

“Yeah, but uh, well we need Billy’s help on some math, and well, uh, he’s busy getting cleaned, haha”

“Okay, enough, maybe I can help you with it?”

“I suppose, but we need a break, please?”

Chris looked into his son’s eyes and he saw a strange haunting look. It was like he was already off thinking about Tommy and missing him and he knew they really wouldn’t get much done until the two in the laundry room came back to earth. They had already been in there for almost an hour and the noises were only getting louder. He smiled, wondering if maybe Seth would need some laundry done later and then he realized that his son was reading his mind. He grew red in the face and he put the paper over the sudden lump in his groin, a fruitless attempt at hiding his own desires.

“Okay, I suppose you two can have a break, but not long, okay?”

“Thanks Dad”

Keith was half way up the stairs by the time he thanked his dad, his small voice already signalling to Tommy that they could take a break. Chris glanced up and saw his son’s hands pumping as he ran to his room and he knew exactly what was going to happen. God, what a household this was, so much love that you just couldn’t escape its power.

He smiled, as he heard the loud bangs of legs against metal. Whoever was on the receiving end was certainly enjoying it, as two loud voices cried out with each thundering bang. He wondered if maybe they would soon need a new washing machine as well, after all the beds were new, he was sitting in a new recliner and the couch had been repaired. He never knew love to be so physical or so rough on furniture, but then this was maybe his first real foray into true love.

As his mind turned to thoughts of Seth, the pager in his pants pocket began to vibrate and a flash of anger crossed his face as he dug into the pocket to retrieve the offending instrument. He pressed the button and all anger simply vanished as he read the message that slowly passed across.

“I am hungry, and not for mere food. Seth”

He laughed and at that moment, he heard a loud cry that could only be from Billy. Well, he did get more than just his debating skills from his father, his wild yells had to come from somewhere and Seth certainly knew how to raise a few rafters. Chris chuckled as he wondered if they were all nuts or simply plain crazy but whatever it was, he prayed that it would never end.

Billy could feel the cold metal of the washing machine against his legs, his stomach now rested on the edge, his hands stretched mostly over it, yet at times he managed to summon enough strength to reach back, to hold Mike’s thrusting body as it crushed into him. He could feel each inch of Mike’s cock as it bore into his body, as it pushed past his inside muscles and he could feel every pulse of Mike’s heart as it pumped more and more blood to the throbbing cock that never left his insides.

He had no idea how long he had been there, how long he had felt the tender love of Mike’s passion as it surrounded him and kept him warm and at peace. Billy felt like they had been coupled for hours and yet he knew it couldn’t be, and as he moved, his small buttocks wiggling with each breath, he felt the warm embrace of Mike’s arms around his waist, softening his crush into the cold metal of the machine. Sweat continued to drip from his forehead, and he could sometimes see the growing pool of water on the washing machine lid, when his eyes managed to focus for a second on reality. For the most part, all he could see was images that his and Mike’s spirits seemed to play before him.

Tall spirals of a vast building would suddenly loom before him and then just as quickly fade as he saw Mike’s hand reaching for him as they walked among tall trees, lush grass and bustling students. He felt so at ease as they walked hand in hand towards the front steps that led upwards and he stared back, to see his father’s beaming face, his hand being clenched by a white knuckled fist of Chris’. God it felt so peaceful there and he felt his heart racing even faster, his groin aching and throbbing as his mind dreamed of a time when he could show his love.

The golden rays of a setting sun filled Mike’s head as he felt the warm insides of Billy holding onto his aching cock. He could feel each tiny muscle as it wrapped itself around the throbbing cock, holding him still just for a second, before letting him pass inwards further where another soft velvet muscle waited for its turn to hold and caress the long throbbing pole. His whole body ached and his face was a tropical rain forest. Steady streams of sweat poured from his young face to drip unheeded onto the arched back of his lover.

The heavy sweat formed small pools and then slowly they joined and ran down Billy’s heaving body. The water trickling down as more and more sweat fell from the groaning body above. The water made its way down the natural curve of Billy’s spine, to pool at the base of his back and then to cascade slowly down the aching valley of love. The water swirled and made gurgling sounds as the throbbing cock blocked the natural flow of the sweat.

Time had no meaning to their love, for it was endless but their strength and stamina was slowly growing dim as they continued to stay together, to continue to be one and now the thrusts grew harder and faster. Mike’s passion could no longer be held in check, it could no longer hold back from filling Billy with its warmth and wetness. Mike began to cry tears of joy as his balls continued to slam up against the quivering buttocks, slamming into the wet mounds of flesh that made his heart quiver and his body shudder.

Billy’s eyes grew dim as all he could see in front of him was the picture of Mike, his face spread open in a wide grin, the green emerald eyes sparkling and he was on one knee, his face upturned towards Billy’s tear stained face. Billy’s heart roared into overdrive as it felt the hot flash of Mike’s love finally coming forward, finally coming to claim Billy’s soul.

Their flesh pounded each other, and the noise rose higher and higher as the hot flash of Mike’s love roared outwards, the balls slammed up hard into Mike’s groin, driving his breath outwards to cross Billy’s arched back. The strong gust cooled the swirling streams of hot sweat and Billy’s body shuddered in eager anticipation. His heart roared faster, what remained of his strength suddenly collected and gathered its reserves to clench tightly on and around the thick throbbing pole that was suddenly pounding his very essences.

The slow tender feeling was suddenly replaced by an overpowering urgency of desire. Their passion suddenly became a raging inferno of lust and desire and Billy’s breath blasted from his mouth as Mike’s body crushed into his, driving Billy’s knees forward into the tin front of the washing machine. The sound of bending metal echoed but was drowned out by the loud strident cries of ‘MORE’ that came from Billy’s lips and the loud animal grunt that came from Mike’s own exhausted body.

Mike could feel Billy’s hands clutching as his shrunken cheeks, pulling at them as if to force Mike’s groin into his body and he cried out in a strangling cry as his body flung forwards even more, his cock digging deeper than it had ever gone into Billy’s subtle body. As his throbbing cock head reached inwards, he felt the sudden flood of his milk, felt every limb in his body grow numb, as his lifeblood no longer flowed there. Everything had left him, his head rolled loosely on his shoulders, his face tilted down as he began to collapse on top of Billy. His gorged cock was jerking from side to side deep within Billy’s body and he could feel the stream of hot boy milk going down his tubes, down through the taut hot skin of his cock shaft and he could feel the small hole at his cock opening wider, opening to let pass the tidal wave of love that was only for Billy.

He could feel the jerking cock as it struck all of his insides. His muscles were flexed far apart as the huge throbbing pole struck and moved in a wild spasm and Billy knew that it was coming, that soon his whole insides would be awash with Mike’s river of love. From deep within his belly, he could feel his body reading for its final joining with Mike. His spirit soared, his soul reached for more of Mike’s soul and his whole body seemed ready, every muscle tensed and waiting, every nerve jingling in anticipation and then he felt the hot stream roaring through the taut thick pole wedged deep within and he started to cry out.

Billy’s voice began to rise in a shriek of animal passion, his lungs exploded outwards, exhaling the last of his pent up breath and his words of love rang out loud and clear into the small laundry room. The words bouncing over the silent sentinels of the laundry machines, reverberating against the ancient wood and plaster of the room, to ricochet back towards the two heaving bodies that were now one single pool of passion.

Mike’s own voice added to the rich tones bouncing in the room and had they been able, they would have seen two tiny heads lift up from the soft pillows of their bed and they would have seen one older head glance up from the bubbling mixture on the stove, and on all three faces they would have seen a wistful look, and a deep smile of knowing a secret.

As his body exploded deep inside of Billy’s, he could feel the strong muscles of his lover suddenly release and he knew that another raging torrent of hot boy milk was leaving its safe haven to venture forth and explode outwards. His hands reached down to grab hold of the shaking penis and cushion it between the aching legs and the strong cold metal of the washing machine. Mike’s hand gripped the throbbing cock and before he could even begin to slide his hand down the aching pole of flesh, he felt the strong stream reaching to push aside his hand.

With his own body trembling from the force of his explosion, he was rocked again and again by an even harder explosion as Billy’s body joined his, exploding outwards and together their voices continued to echo in the dimly lit room. The washing machine rocked to the force of their voices and the hammering of their young bodies against its cold metal frame.

Mike couldn’t hold on, his entire body weight collapsed on top of Billy’s spent body and together they rocked and shook as the force of their love continued to slowly ebb and flow between them. Mike’s cock continued to shake and throb as wave of his hot milk flooded backwards, coating his hot pole with its sticky cream, slowly dribbling out and down the inner thighs of Billy’s aching body.

Both of them were gasping for air when finally the sounds of a hand knocking on the door moved them. Slowly Mike turned his face towards the door, his mouth dry and cracked as he heard the voice of Billy’s father, telling them dinner would be ready in 10 minutes and Mike just stared at the door. Billy heard his father’s voice as well and in a weak crackling voice he managed to squeak out an acknowledgement, one that sounded harsh in his own ears. He could feel Mike’s breath against his back and he wiggled a little, as if to snuggle into the warm body on top of him, to break away from the coldness that he now felt on his stomach and his legs.

“Can’t be dinner yet”

“Must be, God Mike, I… shit I ache all over”

“You ache, and this is only the 1st day of practice”

“Oh Shit, I’ll never survive more”

“Oh yeah, uh, you need a bath”

“Me? God take a whiff of yourself bud”

“haha, I know, wanna have one together?”

“We’ll miss dinner”

“So?”

“Cool”

Slowly the two bodies stood up and they stared at each other, the pain in their young bodies still there but it was replaced by a new hunger for each other. Thoughts of ordinary food no longer passed in their thoughts, instead they both could see a darkened room, flickering candle lights dancing off the blue ceramic tiles and the white mist of a hot steamy bath floating upwards. No, dinner tonight would be late and they quickly managed to yank up their shorts and holding each other, walked out of the laundry room.

Opening the door a blinding light greeted them and for an instant they stood still, light a pair of deer caught in the glare of a truck headlight. Their eyes blinked as they struggled to adjust to the light. They could hear noises and slowly they realized that they weren’t alone. Blinking rapidly, they saw Keith standing by the door, his arm in Tommy’s and the largest smile crossing both faces. Over by the table, they noticed the two senior residents, Chris and Seth who both stared at them with wide grins on their faces.

As Mike stepped out, Chris and Seth started to clap their hands, and Tommy and Keith began to giggle as they too started to clap hands, the din echoing loudly in the room and Mike looked at Billy and just grinned. It really was amazing, but it was dinnertime.

“At last our two jocks appear, tell me boys, is that how you always do your laundry?”

“No, sometimes we use soap”

“Really? Well looks to me like you should have used some this time”

“And perfume papa Seth”

“Oh definitely, uh, I suppose you two are passing on dinner tonight?”

“Uh, well, yeah I think so”

“Yeah we think so too, after all we would like to be able to smell Chris’s food instead of you two… phew you guys reek”

“Gee thanks Dad, uh sorry Chris”

“Well, I don’t know, here I slave all day over a hot stove for you boys, and this is the thanks I get, two of you simply ignoring my efforts, well, I am insulted, haha, okay I am not really, go ahead and get cleaned up, I’ll keep some aside for you for later, haha, besides, Seth is right, you would over power the wonderful aroma of my poor effort at making you all a tasty dinner, haha”

“Thanks, I think, man, you are good Chris, just like a real momma, the guilt and all, haha, uh we better go, uh, sorry Chris”

“Haha, I bet you are, go, it’ll be in the fridge whenever you are ready”

Billy was about to say something when he felt his arm being tugged and before he could make another sound, he found his feet being dragged away by Mike. God, where the hell did the guy get so much strength, he was wiped and could barely move his feet and yet here was Mike, dragging him away.

Seth watched and he turned to look at Chris and smiled. As he did he saw the twinkle in the blue eyes and he felt a sudden lump develop in his own pants. Looking into Chris’ eyes, he could feel that whatever had gone on in that laundry room was about to have a senior edition occur. He had to be nuts, no one would believe him that his son and his son’s lover had made love for such a long time in the laundry room, and that he, the parent, was only aroused to the point where he wondered if the washing machine could handle another session with a pair of more senior laundresses.

“Hey Tommy, come look”

“What?”

“You can see where Billy’s knees were, there are huge dents in the washing machine, haha, boy they sure must of banged each other hard to do that”

Chris almost choked as he struggled to keep himself from laughing. The words of his son were too much even for Seth and the curiosity got the better of them as they walked over to join Keith and stared at the two-year-old machine. Just as he had said, you could see two large dents in the front of the machine and Seth marvelled at the two irregular dents. His son had certainly grown up in the last year, when only a year ago he thought his legs were toothpicks, and now, they were making dents in the household appliances. He just smiled, wondering how he could use this later on, and in that instant, Seth felt a pit of a pang, knowing that he had only a year and a bit left before he would once more feel alone.

Two young arms suddenly wrapped around his own knees and he stared down into Tommy’s face. The face just looked up at him, and the arms held him tight, as if he could sense the sudden doubts and fears that were forming inside of Seth. It was amazing, but he would lose his son to college in a year but now he had another son to help guide towards that same outcome.

Chris’ hand on his shoulder told him that he too had sensed his mood and that while Billy and Mike would be off to far away places to make their own lives, he would still be here, to help guide Tommy and to have the love of another man, who would comfort him when he needed it, who would share his pain if he needed it, but who would also make his life full and complete. He certainly was lucky and he smiled at Chris, and then looked back at the laundry room. No, the machine couldn’t handle anymore but their bed was still new and showed no signs of collapse, yet.

“Well shall we have dinner?”

“Okay, boys why don’t you go sit down while I bring out the food, Seth, how about a bottle of wine for us older folks?”

“Hmm, well maybe a small bottle, you know how wine makes you”

“Yeah, but at least it doesn’t make me fall off a bed”

“Who fell off a bed?”

“Never you mind nosey parker, you go sit down”

“Haha, okay, but I can guess”

“Not if you want to eat you won’t”

“Okay, maybe Billy will know”

“Uh, I think he’s busy tonight”

“Haha, Tommy and I are finished our homework”

“Good, so?”

“Well, it is Billy and Mike’s turn to do the dishes, so, you aren’t going to make us are you? We kind of, well, Tommy wants to show me something after”

“I do? Oh, yeah I do”

“Haha, okay you are off the hook, us older guys will do the dishes”

Seth just smiled as he listened to the whole conversation. If only the so called anti gay people could just open their eyes and see this. See how this wasn’t any different than a heterosexual family was. The younger kids still trying to wiggle out of chores, the older boys off in their own teenage world of raging hormones, and the parents guiding them along the way, giving in to the soft smiles and young puckered faces of their kids, all of this the same as in any other household.

For a brief moment, his mind flashed back to a time long since past, to a smaller home where he was just a struggling lawyer and Taylor was a mere child, Billy just starting school and he could see his wife smiling, just as Chris had smiled, but her hair had flowed out behind her, the long strands glimmering in the evening sun as Billy begged to be excused from dishes, claiming it was Taylor’s turn who had disappeared.

In that instant flashback, he had seen his wife giving in, sending young Billy off while she simply smiled at her husband, her eyes glittering, the soft warm smile across her face, enticing him even more and he could see his body, the way it simply melted before her and as the tears of his memories welled up, he saw him holding her tight at the sink, his body curved to form into hers, her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her lips pressed against his and the dished were left for a later time as they joined once more together, renewing their still flourishing love right there on the kitchen counter. Their two boys off in their own youthful world, his totally consumed by hers and hers totally immersed in his. Together they joined that night, and he woke up to see that same twinkle, that same glint in Chris’ eyes as he sent Tommy and Keith off to their room. God, life could be so good, if you just let it.

Seth stood up, the obvious intent clearly defined by the large bulge in his pants and the sparkle in his eyes. His hands firmly picked up the dishes, gathering as many as any professional waiter could handle and he marched into the kitchen, setting them all down into the sink and then turning to wait for Chris to come in. He didn’t have long to wait as the younger man entered, two full goblets of wine in his hand and he handed one to Seth, while he drank deeply of the other goblet. His eyes locked closely on Seth’s face, watching and waiting.

He took the glass, his fingers barely touching Chris’ as he brought the full glass to his lips. His head cocked to one side and a strange sly grin growing across his face as he brought the goblet to his mouth.

“Trying to seduce me stud?”

“Mmm, could be, think I got a chance?”

“I don’t know, you do cook a mean salmon steak, now a nice wine, guess you could be in the running”

“Oh? Well, maybe I should try a bit harder”

“Haha, well if you got any harder I think those pants would rip”

“Can’t have that, can we?”

With that, Chris simply reached down with his hand and undid the pants button and zippers, letting the khaki coloured pants drop to the floor. He was naked, no shorts, nothing to hold back the hard long thick pole that now stared straight at Seth. The huge cock was slowly waving as Chris walked forward, the goblet raised as he took another long swallow of red wine as he carefully approached the watching lawyer.

Seth raised his own goblet, watching the steady but slow motion of Chris as his own heart began to pound inside of his chest. God, this was unreal, he had two 13-year-old boys upstairs doing exactly what he thought they were, two 17 year olds sitting in a candle lit bathroom doing the same thing, and now here he was, in the brilliantly lit kitchen waiting to do it himself. Talk about being a talk show topic, his family certainly could be one.

He licked his lips slowly, as he watched the approaching blond, the glass of wine now set aside as his hands began to shake in anticipation of touching that soft golden flesh that was coming closer, parting the golden rays of a setting sun that was filling the room with its golden aura. A sense of déjà vu came over him as he saw the sun reflecting off of Chris’ blond hair and he saw the sun reflected in the perfect rows of white teeth that flashed at him in the most enticing smile he had ever seen. Her face floated for an instant in front of him and he felt the pang in his heart but it was quickly soothed by the soft touch of her hand and by Chris’ own touch. His whole body shook as he felt his pants being lowered, his own hard throbbing cock now freed.

The soft gentle sounds of birds calling to each other, the gentle whistle of a soft warm breeze blowing through the trees and the calm lapping sound of water in the pool all lifted his spirits. He could feel the love as it simply flowed around him, the passion rising in his heart as he saw her image merge into Chris’ own handsome face. He smiled as he reached out, one hand to gently toss a lock of hair away from the ear, just as he had down with her, and the passion inside of him rose higher, the fire of his passion growing once more to a roaring inferno of desire and need.

The scent of roses wafted up and filled his nostrils, as he lay there resting, the soft warm water caressing his bruised body and he felt the strong power of two legs that held him tight and he sighed. His body was soaking and all he could feel now was the love that Mike had for him and he looked outwards, to stare into the emerald green pools of Mike’s eyes. He could feel the love reaching out for him and he just smiled, letting the still warm water seep into him.

The sudden sound of breaking china stunned them both and their heads bopped up, their eyes bulged open as the sound of metal bouncing off the floor echoed into their silent haven. A loud cry followed and they still could hear smaller items hitting the floor or falling into the sink and suddenly they both just laughed aloud. Mike reached for Billy and they hugged each other as more sounds of breaking china reverberated in the room.

Billy turned and rested his back against Mike’s chest, the water slapping at their flesh and lapping over the tub’s sides to splash on the floor. Their eyes were like two super nova’s, the laughter they had inside and the love they felt burning brighter with each crashing crescendo from downstairs. They heard a door open and knew that the noise had even managed to intrude on the strong whimpering pair and again they just laughed, enjoying the total feeling of love that seemed to just fill the room. It didn’t matter, whether it was the bedroom, the laundry room, the bathroom, or even the kitchen, because the love that filled the house was in every room, every nook and cranny and it felt just right.

Mike kissed the back of Billy’s neck and felt the body snuggling in closer, the hard flesh forming a perfect fit into his own hard body and he wrapped his arms around the muscular body, feeling the love just flow into his body from everywhere. This was how he imagined love to be, and it felt wonderful to know that his dreams, his hopes, were real. The soft press of his lips against Billy’s cheek was tender and full of love and he sighed, feeling Billy’s heart hold his. The sound of a large pot crashing on the floor only made him hug Billy tighter, and as the last metallic ring echoed, he heard the door across from them close once more, the sounds of two giggling boys suddenly stilled.

Once more, their house echoed to the sounds of love, the passion of souls uniting and Mike smiled as he felt Billy nestle in closer. He knew that the future was racing towards them both, but he also knew that he and Billy would be facing it together. That was all he needed to know, and he could feel the glow of his love dance and sing inside of his body.