Daddy’s Boy at 18

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

William got off the bus, and there was his mother. Looking no different than when he had left for College, except maybe a bit more frazzled, little bit more lines around the eyes and face as he gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek.

‘Grab your bag, your father is waiting at home’

As he picked up his duffel bag, he felt slightly annoyed. It was like he was ten or twelve, that way his mother had spoken. Not even a ‘how are you’ or anything.

‘He’s my step dad, not my real dad’

‘Talk like that won’t help you William, and he is your dad, he’s the one who raised you, don’t you forget it’

He wanted to say more, but thought better of it. He was in enough trouble as it was. Hell, how stupid could he have been, to fall for that shit. His step dad would certainly have a field day with it, and no doubt he was in the back shed, waiting, anticipating how he would make William regret it even more.

Christ, he was eighteen for God’s sake, and felt like he was still a little brat. His step father had come into his life at about 8, and he was a Master Sergeant of the Marines. He looked at William then, and since, as nothing more than some recruit. The way he would bark orders, expect instant responses, and when it wasn’t as he expected, the punishment usually was the switch on the bare behind, out in the shed.

Nothing seemed to have changed either, whether he was 10 or 18. His step dad still thought of him as some damn ass recruit, and his going off to college had infuriated the old crank. It was like he had expected William to join the Marines or something, instead of going to College to get a degree, to become something more than a grunt.

Sarge, as he liked to be called by everyone, including his family, was an impressive man. He stood just over six foot, was solid too. No pot belly on him, and he could still bench press his own body weight. His hands were massive, and the arms were more like those of a body builder than an ordinary person. And he knew how to wield those arms too.

William could still feel every ‘disciplinary action’ that had been forced on him. At a young age, it had hurt, but as he grew up, the force of the blows across his buttocks increased. Sarge liked to tell him it was because he was becoming a man, had to learn how to take it like a man, though he didn’t quite see it that way. In some ways, before leaving for college, he had found it more erotic than painful. Not like Sarge would know anything about that, still as the car parked in front of his home, he felt oddly excited.

Maybe he had taken too many whacks to the ass, or maybe it was just his nature, or some genetic quirk, but staring at the old house, seeing the huge flag hanging from the pole, he felt a bit aroused. He couldn’t explain it, because Sarge was never sexual towards him. Hell the man barely acknowledged his mother, as if sex to him was a matter of duty, not pleasure. The guy was just cold as hell, nothing ever phased him.

The only way he used to know if the man was angry, was by the fire in his eyes. His jaw would be set a little tighter, the lips a bit paler, but it was the eyes that gave it away. They looked so intense, so burning, that many times William thought that if he could, Sarge would burn a hole right through his body.

He walked into the house, as if nothing had changed. Looking around, it didn’t seem any different either, as he left his duffle bag by the stairs, and headed out towards the back shed, as his mother had directed. Funny, she never once objected to the walloping he had gotten from Sarge, even when he had come rushing in, pleading for her to intercede. It never changed anything, and he soon stopped running to her.

Things were different though. He was eighteen, had grown up a lot over the last few years. To begin with, he was no virgin. Secondly he wasn’t some 98 pound weakling. Workouts at the gym, running several miles every morning had given him an actual body. His body fat was minimal, his hair was as he wanted. No longer cut like some damn Marine, buzzed and like a brillo pad.

According to one his recent flings back at college, he had buns of steel, arms like rocks, and legs that could crush a fair sized piece of granite. He had liked that, and yet as he walked towards the shed, he felt like he was still just a small kid. Yet the twitch in his ‘buns of steel’ made him smile, which he quickly wiped off his face. Sarge would not like to think that he might actually be looking forward to their encounter.

Entering the shed, he noticed how nothing had changed. Everything was exactly where it had been before he had left nine months ago. Every tool was still hanging exactly where it always was. Even Sarge seemed to be where he always at times like this. He stood with his back to William, looking out the back window. The back was ramrod straight, hands clasped behind like he was on some damn parade ground.

The head was upright, not even moving as he had entered the small workshop. The cold cement floor echoed to his footsteps, as he walked towards the centre of the room. He noticed that even the chair was exactly where it always was.

‘Couldn’t even make it a whole year, could you?’

‘Guess not’

‘Still with the smart mouth, obviously you haven’t learned very much while away.’

‘I don’t know, figured out I am not cut out to be a Doctor, that is something.’

He watched the shoulders lift a little, then the whole body turned to face him. Just like on the parade ground he thought, watching the man stare at him. He could feel the eyes burning at him, saw the anger in the face, as usual. Yet it didn’t seem to frighten him, but instead made him feel warm. It was strange, something he had tried to comprehend, but had given up on trying to figure out.

William knew what was coming, he had been in this position more times than he could really remember. More times after he had been 14 or 15 too, which didn’t make much sense to him. It was almost as if he deliberately sought to be difficult, to raise the ire of the Sarge. Looking over at him, he could see the man was unchanged. Still the Marine, the drill instructor. Even his work pants had a crease in them, just like always.

‘You know the drill, hop to it.’

William watched as the man leaned over and brought out his switch. It was the same one that had been used for years now. Well not years, just his last one at home. The one before that had been broken over his ass, which had earned him some pretty good cussing. He could still recall that switching, as he looked at his step father.

‘Bit old for that, don’t you think?’

‘You are never too old to be disciplined by your betters.’

‘I am not the same kid that left nine months ago, maybe I won’t accept your brand of discipline?’

He watched the man stare at him. The jaw grew more set, and the eyes looked like angry red orbs. He almost felt the outrage reaching out for him. It was odd, but inside, he knew he would submit, it was a game he played with the man. William liked goading him, hoping that just once the guy would show some emotion, other than glaring or barking at him.

‘You don’t have what it takes, enough of your disrespect, drop those trousers, and assume the position, or by God, it will hurt a lot more when you do submit. I guarantee you that.’

For one split second he contemplated making the man back up his words. Yet as he looked at him, knowing he had youth on his side, the guy was still in shape. It wouldn’t be easy, nor would it be in his favour. The guy had served in some pretty dangerous places, had come out alive. Licking his lips, as he stared back, he realized that if it ever came down to a fight, he’d have the shit kicked out of him.

William felt his body relax. Reaching down, he unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and shoved them down to his ankles. Turning around, he reached down, and pushed his underwear down towards his pants. For some reason, he felt himself excited, feeling the growing hardness of his penis, as he bent over, reaching for his ankles. He had given in, as he knew he would.

With his eyes looking downwards, he heard the hard steps come closer, then he saw the feet standing off to one side. Each shoe was spotless, gleaming even. They were old, but looked like they had just come out of a box. The shine was brilliant, as he held his ground, waiting. Sarge always liked to make him wait, before the first blow.

He called it a ‘time for reflection’ and sometimes it could be several minutes. Other times it would be just a minute. This appeared to be one of those more lengthier times. He felt his pulse quicken, in anticipation. It became warm in the closed shed, the sun beaming through the windows.

Time seemed to just drag on. He leaned over, the pain in his lower back growing, as the Sarge seemed content to just let him wait. The hairs on the back of his legs were standing up though. His legs ached along with his arms, as he waited. Sweat had formed on his forehead, and he could feel it dripping down his cheeks. The room’s warmth was becoming uncomfortable, but he kept his mouth shut.

It was all part of the game, as he waited. His nerves were all taut, waiting. There wasn’t even a small breeze. It was all becoming suffocating, as he waited. The tenseness in his boy became almost unbearable. He knew that soon as he let his guard down, the first blow would come. Question was, who would lose patience first? Somehow he knew the answer.

The sound registered before the pain. He heard the loud ‘whack’ as the switch crashed into his cheeks. He heard the air leaving his lungs, as he staggered a bit under the blow. It had never been that hard, but as he began to feel the pain lancing up, the second blow struck, just below the first. William felt it more than heard it. His buttocks had been twitching from the first blow, when the second had come walloping down. It had taken him by surprise, as the old geezer had switched tactics on him. He was unprepared, as the pain roared up his spine. His heart thumped a few extra beats, as he struggled to hold still, knowing that each time he moved it would hurt only more.

Still it wasn’t easy, and the Sarge had a good eye. As soon as he tried to shift his leg, to adjust for that second blow, the third was on its way, hitting him just above the first blow. It was uncanny how good he could gauge where to land the blows. Each one, so far, had hit virgin territory. The pain was more intense, the blows harder than he had recalled.

As the third blow had began to make its way into his nervous system, the warmth finally began to invade his conscious thoughts. His cheeks were quivering as he could imagine the Sarge lining him up for a fourth devastating blow. He gritted his teeth, but nothing happened. There wasn’t a quick fourth blow.

He was sucking wind, as Sarge would call it. Three blows only, and already he was winded. The pain was slowly leaving, the warmth creeping up from his buttocks dissipating as well. Glancing over, the shoes shone in the sunlight. Tiny little specs of dust swirled around in the sun rays, but the shoes were still in place. Not even a millimetre out from before, as he gulped and swallowed several times.

Give the guy credit, he knew how to make things last. Once more he was playing the waiting game, making him think, making him wonder why at 18 he was still letting some old guy beat his ass. He doubted that if he had stuck to his guns, had really refused to strip and bend over, that the man would strike him. It was the one thing he was confident about, yet he hadn’t forced it, hadn’t put it to the test.

In the back of his mind, he respected Sarge. His mother was right, he had raised him, and his siblings. Maybe he hadn’t been emotional, with hugs and words of praise, but he had given them a home. He had sent him to the best schools possible, and he owed him for that.

The fourth blow caught him by surprise. He staggered and took a step forward, that earned him two more quick tags on his buttocks. One near his legs, the other closer to the small of his back. Expert placement he thought, as the pain multiplied two fold as it came rushing up his body. He felt it all over, felt his legs quiver from the pain, felt his arms stiffen from it.

The seventh blow he had anticipated, but the force of it still managed to surprise him. It was loud too, as the switch struck diagonally across his cheeks. The pain came from all over, as once more he felt himself stagger. He bit his lip, knowing an eighth would surely follow immediately.

Instead nothing, as he regained his balance. His body was sweating, and the pain seemed endless. The warmth was filling him too, making his head a bit dizzy as he stared down at the floor. He knew that floor intimately, from previous times. He slowly managed to regain his breathing, which is when Number Eight hit.

Again, the force was unexpected. His ears were suddenly ringing from the rapid beat of his heart. His lungs were aching, but through it all, he felt a thrill growing inside. His loins were aching, and he could feel his penis jerk with each of the eight blows, so far. It had thickened, though not fully erect yet. Still, as the blows had landed, it had jerked, striking his inner thighs.

Funny how you could think of things that you shouldn’t be, while being whacked across the ass. It was odd too, at how he could hear his own heavy breathing, but nothing came from the man exerting tremendous force to whack him. He didn’t get it, and the pain that now rolled up from his rear was more intense than ever. He had once more been caught off guard. The ninth blow was the hardest yet.

It made him take two steps forward. He couldn’t help it, expecting a sharp reprimand at least, a hard whack at worst. Instead nothing, just the sounds of him panting, of his own heart pounding. He shuffled back, feeling a slight tingling against his leg. The force of the blow had also forced his cock to bang into his thigh, hard. It hurt where he had never expected to feel pain, and from something he had never expected to give him pain.

Tears were at the corner of his eyes, mingling with the steady stream of sweat that now dropped from his forehead. He licked his lips, then bit down on the trembling lower lip, as he waited for the final blow. Sarge never administered more than ten, and so far only nine hard shots.

He felt his pulse quicken, felt his body stiffen, but no tenth blow. He breathed out, slowly letting his body relax just a bit. He thought that would bring the tenth blow, hoping it would, so he could pull his pants up & go to his room. The ache in his crotch was almost too much. He wanted to lift a hand off his ankles, to take hold of his throbbing cock. Yet, he couldn’t without the Sarge finding out about him, about how these sessions were making him truly feel.

Still, he could barley hold on. The dull ache inside from his need, his desire, was threatening to expose his secret. For a second he thought about telling him, or about egging him on, but he just bit his lip instead. Nothing would be served by coming out. Certainly not bend over, ass naked. That would be a topper, one that could hurt a lot more than the first nine blows had. The warmth that creeped in from his buttocks was slowly replacing the now dull waves of pain.

William heard a grunt, the first time he had ever heard Sarge make a noise, and it suddenly scared him. This time he heard the swish, the sound of the approaching switch as it was knifing through the still air in the shed. His body began to tremble, just as the rounded switch met his buttocks. He felt the wood dig into his flesh, felt the hard shape push inwards. The sound was loud, drowning all other sounds out, as it landed squarely across both orbs of bruised flesh.

A strange cracking sound suddenly joined the other noises, as he took the tenth blow. The force made him yelp, the pain reaching heights he had never felt before. His body staggered, his lungs suddenly empty, as the pain erased all of the warmth inside. His penis banged into both thighs, the left one twice, as he felt his body being propelled forward by the force of the blow.

Just as he took a second step forward, an eleventh blow landed across the top of his buttocks. He cried out, as a twelve blow fell just above his legs. A thirteenth blow hit him dead centre from the top and bottom, before the echo of his cry had died out. The fourteenth blow struck at the same place, and three more hard whacks followed at exactly the same place, even as he staggered forward.

It was as if he had been chased, as another two blows found their mark across his cheeks. The pain was too much, as he cried out with each of the blows. Sarge had never hit him more than ten times, now he had gone nuts, hitting him hard several more times. William could hear the heaving breathing, knowing it wasn’t his.

The voice sounded winded as it spoke.

‘Go, back to your room, think about this or there will be more.’

William quickly reached down and pulled his pants and underwear up. He moved forward quickly, buckling his pants as he was halfway to the house, itself. He flung open the back door, tears streaming down his face, as he thumped up the stairs, to fling open his bedroom door.

He didn’t even look around, as he reached back to slam the door shut. He stood there, quivering with anger, feeling the pain still from those extra blows. He turned, locking his door, and dropped his pants, stepping out of them. William moved over to stand in front his mirror, and turned to stare at the now darkish red purple bruises that criss crossed his white buttocks. He reached back with his hand, wincing as he touched one of the long red welts.

It still hurt, but as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he noticed how hard his cock was. It was sticking nearly straight out from his body. Turning away from the mirror, he looked down at his cock, and grabbed hold of it. His fingers gripped the cock tightly, as he held it for a second.

He saw the white ooze at the head, and moved his hand over it, smearing his pre cum down his thick erect cock. He leaned his head back, as he quickly began to stroke himself, feeling the heat from his buttocks, feeling the still rolling waves of pain inside his body from each blow.

The pain seemed to just disappear as his hand flew up and down his cock. The warmth seemed more powerful, and the dull ache in his rectum wasn’t from the growing welts along his cheeks. It was from his handling the pain, as he felt his balls ache, and sling upwards. He stood there, his body tense, like a tighten bridge cable. Every nerve ached, every muscle inside was taut, stretched beyond its ability.

His hand moved quickly, as the explosion came. His cock reared back in his stroking hand, as it began to stream its seed outwards. William felt the warm streaming cum brush past his fingers, as if they weren’t even there. The sudden ejaculation seemed to soothe the rolling waves of pain. His body slowly began to relax, while his chest heaved and his lungs sucked in air. Gradually he felt himself relaxing, felt his body no longer racked by pain or anything else.

He was a bit dizzy, as he stumbled towards his bed. Falling face first, he felt the crispness of the sheets, felt their cool touch against his burning flesh. His cock was between his legs, as he let his hand moved back and over, to lightly touch the tender flesh of his cheeks. It hurt, made him wince even, but at the same time, he had never cum so hard, so fast as he just did. It was all because of that moment, when the old man had snapped, had struck him with everything he had.

William grinned, as he turned over to stare at his reflection in the mirror. He had won, survived another session with the Sarge. His smile suddenly froze as he saw the tall figure of his step father in the doorway. He had been certain he had locked the door, yet there he was, the immovable object.

Sarge stepped into William’s room, his eyes no longer burning. In his hand was jar of something, that he held out to William.

‘Here, put this on, it’ll help keep the swelling down.’

‘Thanks, how did you, I locked the door’

‘Locked doors never stop a Marine.’

‘Obviously’

The man looked down at him, then turned to leave. He stopped at the open door, turning back to stare at William.

‘You’ll learn’

‘I guess.’

‘Better or they’ll boot you out real fast.’

‘Huh?’

‘Have you told your Mother yet? She isn’t going to be happy about your decision.’

‘How… I mean, no I haven’t told her.’

‘When do you leave for Pendleton?’

‘Monday, but how did you, I haven’t told anyone, how did you?’

‘I am a Marine, son… and a father, a proud father.’

William watched the man leave the room, the door clicking shut as he did. He looked down at the jar, and dug his finger in, wondering what else the Sarge knew?

Chapter Six

The stars make no noise.

-                    Irish Proverb

Billy didn’t know what to do now. He shivered slightly as he started to click the mouse, bringing up more of the story and more of the pages of naked young boys. He could smell Mike’s scent, and it was having a strange affect on his whole body. Tremors seemed to be racing through him, just like in the earthquake they had a few years back.

Damn it, he was getting all excited and he still wasn’t sure if Mike was, or wasn’t. How the fuck was he gonna find out? If he came right out and asked, he could lose the only real friend he ever had. The way his body ached, if he didn’t find out he was going to have one hard dick all night long and that was something he couldn’t hide from his overnight guest.

Billy stole a glance out of the corner of his eye to see Mike’s narrow face, inches away from his own. His hand rested lightly on the back of his chair, and he desperately wanted to lean back, to feel the strong fingers against his own slender neck. He could see the dark eye lashes flutter and the firm jaw, the way it was set, concentrating on the computer screen.

This was not a good idea. Billy could feel his heart pounding and his lungs were aching to draw in more air. He felt like he was suffocating and the room was getting rather unsteady. Damn, just what he needed now, to have one of his panic attacks. His hand was starting to shake and he was sure that Mike was noticing it all. He never did miss much, and Billy knew he couldn’t hide things from him.

The mouse moved awkwardly, and the pointer was resting on one of the largest sized dicks he had ever viewed. It was funny the way the pointed end rested right on the tip of the glossy picture, right by the slit, and his eyes fluttered. He wondered if Mike’s dick was that large now, or was it still growing? His own pants were getting tight as his mind refused to concentrate on the task at hand, instead it was conjuring up images of Mike from their past times together.

It was becoming too much for him. The unease of not knowing was slowly strangling him. His throat felt raw and he knew that Mike had noticed his cum spot earlier. He also knew that Mike could see how damn hard he was right now. What must be going through that marvellous head, he wondered as he tried to shake off the images of a nude mike and move the mouse to click on the next page link.

Mike could feel the sweat on his palms, the way his heart was beating he was sure Billy would notice and comment, and hell he always had a comment or two to through out. Well, maybe this time he could beat him to the punch but damn he look so fucking hot, sitting there with his dick pressing up against the crotch of the jeans.

He knew if he stood up that Billy would spot his own erection, it was damned if he stayed, or outed if he stood up. He still wasn’t sure, what happened when they were little kids was one thing; now as 16 year olds was something totally different. Billy wasn’t just some kid at school, he was a brain and popular, not one of your normal combinations.

If he came out, would that end his football career? Right now it was all he had, the thrill of heading off to the field, of standing in front of everyone and being a someone. He hated being in the crowd and he needed to have his football. If he screwed up here, could he survive it? Then there was the parents, they weren’t exactly the easiest to talk to and the move had certainly got them all in a bother.

How did you tell your father that you weren’t into the girls or that sex with a female was something that kind of made you limp and not hard? He just couldn’t do that to his Dad, and his mom, well that would be a fun thing to do, tell her he was interested in her best friends son. Damn he couldn’t do that to them, they had spent their whole lives doing things for him, and he repays it by being a fag.

He shook his head and noticed Billy suck in his chest. Shit, even Billy was picking up on his vibes, but that really wasn’t a surprise. He had never known anyone like Billy before. This was his idea of what he wished he could be. Just look at him, he thought, as the screen flickered and another picture of some naked guy started to load.

Here he was, the smartest kid in school, definitely fast tracked to becoming student body president next year, definitely class valedictorian, and he was being nice and letting him spend the weekend, out of what? Out of past friendship? Damn, he wished he knew the answer; it would make it so much easier.

There were times when he was sure that Billy was gay, but then he would throw out some comment or move a certain way and no way could he be gay. Shit, life was too fucking confusing and now he had committed himself. That kiss on the birthday, man he felt like his whole world would end the next day. He was sure that when he got to school that everyone would be snickering and his locker would be covered with hate graffiti.

Instead he found nothing, heard no catcalls or anything. It was as if the episode never happened, yet Billy couldn’t keep that a secret, or would he? Maybe he did it cause he wasn’t sure of the meaning; maybe it was cause they had been school friends that he kept his mouth shut. That had to be it, but then… shit here was doing it again, wondering, and hoping that Billy could be as he was.

The final page loaded and Mike knew he had to do or say something. All sorts of thoughts had run through his mind, he was still wondering why Billy had shown him these type of pictures, was it to get him to admit he liked them, could it be to drag the truth out of him, or dare he hope it was to show his own secret desires?

Well his moment of truth was at hand, and he plucked up his courage to force the issue, once and for all. He couldn’t stand not knowing, he just couldn’t go through an entire night of being in this room without at least knowing if he had a chance at being happy.

Funny, the one thing he had thought about when he knew he’d be meeting Billy again, was how much he wanted to be with him, to hold him and to just take care of him forever. Strange, he had always looked up to Billy, he was the strong one, the smart one and yet he always felt this urge to protect and look after him.

Well now he would either get a punch in the face, a dirty look, and most likely wind up trying to explain all this to his parents. Well, he’d cross that bridge when he came to it, which most likely was going to be damn soon.

“So…”

“So what Mike?”

“So… where are the pics of you?”

There, it was out. He had made his opening move and he was desperate to try and see what Billy’s face showed. He hoped that if he just stared off at the screen he could get through it all without too much pain. He didn’t mind pain all that much, least the physical stuff didn’t really phase him much, but his heart ached and he doubted if he could survive without knowing.

“Of me?  Why, uh… what is that supposed to mean… I mean…”

“Well, uh… shit they are hot guys man… figured you’d be there too…”

Shit he sounded so fucking lame, why didn’t he just come out with it. Funny how Billy always made him feel so nervous.

Billy didn’t know which way to turn. If he stood up his fucking hard on would give the show away, if he stayed there much longer he’d pass out from all the stress he was feeling. His heart ached so damn much it was pure torture. He could feel his chest heaving under the strain and with each laboured breathe he took, he could smell Mike, and that only made it worse.

Sitting through all those damn hot guys was not helping either. He saw a dick or a grin and his mind would start back wondering if Mike’s was that way, or if Mike could do that, or hell if he would. He kept thinking of how it would feel to just be laying naked next to Mike and now it was time to move. No way could he stay at the desk all night, next to Mike.

Mike’s words echoed inside his head. What was going on; was Mike pulling his chain? Could Mike be trying to get him to admit that he was some limp wrested faggot? Damn that would really make his month. Here he was planning on pushing himself to be grade president and some jock was going to blow it for him.

As he thought the words out, a small smile crossed his face as he also thought of how damn hot it would be to have Mike blow him. Shit, now he couldn’t even think right, everything came back to Mike and that damn hot look he always seemed to have. The way he fluttered his dark eyelashes, the way his lips curled around, the way his jaw was set when he had something on his mind. Fuck he was losing it and now he had to answer why he had shown these type of pictures.

“Huh? What, I mean why would mine be there?”

Mike took a deep breath. Well, here goes he thought. “Cause you better looking than most of them… that is why”

Billy sat there, unsure of what to say. His own breathing was becoming very irregular and his chest hurt like hell. Damn it, Mike always knew how to get under his skin. Well, that would be nice, but there he went again, he was faced with a real problem and all his dumb ass blond head could think of was getting into Mike’s pants. What the hell, maybe Mike really wanted him to.

“You think I am that hot? And just how would you know that?”

“Well… I guess I don’t really know that… guess you could prove me wrong…”

“Taking it back now are you? Fine… and just how would I prove you wrong? Strip or something?”

The words just seemed to hang in the air for an eternity. Mike looked everywhere but at Billy, afraid his desire would betray him. Billy was trying to simply not pass out, his excitement and fear was neck and neck as to which had a greater hold of his heart at that moment.

A soft whispered  “yes” seemed to suddenly just echoe in the still of the room. Billy swallowed and slowly turned his face upwards towards Mike. He met with the dark eyes of Mike peering down at him. There was no way that Mike couldn’t see his boner now, and hell, why should he hide it?

“Yes?”

“Yes… strip and …”

“and what… you’ll tell me if I am as hot as those studs on the screen?”

“Yep”

“So let me see, if I get up and strip naked for you, you’ll decide if I am as hot as those guys or not?”

“You going to talk this thing to death?”

“I just not sure what it is you want …”

“Want? Nothing, look either you strip or you don’t it doesn’t matter to me”

“Liar”

“Yep”

There, he had it out now. Billy could make out of this whatever he wanted, but he felt like he had just lost 40 pounds of fat. His whole body seemed to be at ease now, and he waited to see if Billy would tell him to fuck off, scream, or ‘hope against hope’ strip.

Billy looked into the dark brooding eyes and he could see the sparkle there, and something else. His heart seemed to melt as he found himself standing away from the chair and backed up towards the foot of his bed.

His blue eyes were fixed firmly on Mike’s dark eyes. He saw the eyelashes flutter as he moved back towards the bed. He could see Mike’s lips quivering a little as he saw the huge bulge in his jeans. Well he couldn’t hide that, and well, it was what he wanted to see, or was it?

There was an air of excitement, of danger, that made his own body start to quiver. Every nerve seemed to suddenly be alive within his small compact frame, his ears started to turn colour, becoming red as he reached down and lifted up his shirt. He lost sight of Mike but he could hear him sucking in his breath as he exposed his lily white stomach to Mike’s eyes.

Billy took a deep breath while his shirt covered his face and he managed to even wipe his eyes a bit, to clear them up as he tugged the shirt up and over his head. He tossed his head, letting his short cropped blond hair fall back into place.

His eyes opened to stare right back into Mike’s face. He had moved, he was no longer resting against the desk, but was standing up straight and tall like a warrior,  He had stepped forward too, and was closer to Billy.

Billy tossed his shirt off to one side, missing the bed entirely and he licked his lips, watching Mike’s eyes. He thought he saw a flicker inside them, but wasn’t sure as he moved his long thin hands down the sides of his body. He stopped halfway down, seeing Mike staring hard right at him, but not into his eyes, instead he could see that Mike’s eyes were fixed to his hands, watching them move, almost as if they were willing them to move.

Damn he felt hot right now, not in the sense of being some stud, but as if he was in the middle of a blast furnace. Sweat was starting to form on his forehead and he could feel that the palms of his hands were coated in perspiration. Despite his anxiety level rising, Billy started to move his hands further down his thin body. He felt his own ribs and then the small pinch of baby fat that he had.

As his hands reached the waist band of his jeans, he stared at Mike. He saw him licking his lips and he thought he could see tiny cracks on the thin lips and those damn eyes. Fuck they were stone cold looking, but as his own eyes gazed into them he saw something that just seemed to melt his own panic. Suddenly his fear of being found out vanished.

Instead of worrying about what would happen after he stripped, he wondered if Mike would really find him as attractive as those other studs that had paraded on the screen earlier. He took another small breath, feeling the need to calm his nerves. Every muscle in his young body seemed to tense itself up as his hands pushed on his pants.

He could feel himself sweating now, his jeans refusing to budge from his hips despite his pressure. He glanced down to realize he had forgotten to unbutton them and as he looked up he saw a transformation come over Mike.

He had his face spread open in the most dazzling grin he had ever seen. His whole face was lit up like a Christmas tree and his eyes no longer seemed brooding. Instead they seemed like a sky full of stars, shining and twinkling in the midnight sky. A laugh seemed to be not far off from his lips and yet there was something else there, something far more serious, more exciting than anything Billy had ever imagined possible.

He looked up, seeing it all, and didn’t move a muscle as he watched the smiling face come closer to him. He licked his lips as the secret heartthrob came within an inch of his own trembling young body.

“Here, let me help Billy” was all he said but it spoke volumes to him. He stood up and stared into Mike’s dark glistening eyes. He could see a small tear etched on the corner of an eyelash and he reached out with his hand to wipe it away as he felt Mike’s strong hands pull at his jeans waist.

The button opened easily to Mike’s hand and the zipper was forced to go down as Mike merely pulled the jeans apart. He looked up to stare into Billy’s powder blue eyes, and he could see what he had secretly hoped for.

He couldn’t stop himself, his body was tingling as he let his hands fall to his side and he stared into the most perfect blue he had every witnessed in his young life. IT was as if he had been set free and he could see in those eyes no trace of fear, no trace of panic, instead just desire and trust.

Mike reached across, his eyes mesmerized by the blue of Billy’s eyes as his lips pursed themselves together and he gently kissed Billy’s lips.

It was like a lightning bolt had just hit him. Billy staggered under the force and almost fell backwards onto the bed. Only Mike’s strong arms reaching out and grapping him stopped him from tumbling onto the bed. Come to think of it, that wouldn’t have been so bad.

He felt the kiss still; the touch of Mike’s hot mouth against his own quivering mouth had sent bolts of energy through him. His cock had jerked hard inside his underwear and he could feel every hair on his body tingling, as if it had received a charge of pure electricity.

Mike felt himself stagger a bit as his lips touched Billy’s mouth, and then he realized that Billy was leaning back. He stretched out his long muscular arms to hold onto Billy, and the touch of that pure milky flesh against his own soft hands made him quake inside.

His heart ached and he felt very light headed. He had never experienced this type of feeling before. It was totally weird, and yet it felt so damn right, so perfect, and so good.

“Wow”

“Yeah”

“Uh…”

“What?”

“I don’t know, I should say something, I guess”

“No… I don’t think so Mike, I…”

“But… I mean… Billy I…”

“Mike… shut up and kiss me again”

Mike didn’t need any other words. He reached out and quickly pulled Billy into his chest. He pressed his mouth hard against the surprised Billy and forced his tongue out. It shot out like a cannon ball and tasted Billy’s lips. Mike’s whole body shook as he pressed even harder, feeling Billy’s body curl into his own athletic one.

Billy’s hands found themselves around Mike’s waist and he was hugging the hard body tight. He didn’t ever want to let go of his friend and he could feel the warm wet tongue pressing against his lips. He opened his lips gingerly to the pressure, and before he could take a breath he found his mouth being invaded by a rushing hot weapon.

It pushed aside his thin lips, forcing his jaw open even wider and his mind was reeling from the totally awesome experience. There was no way for his mind to describe the feeling to the rest of his body. His whole body trembled, uncontrollably as Mike’s tongue tasted his mouth.

Billy could feel himself going slack and his whole body seemed to collapse as Mike’s tongue explored his mouth. He felt like he was floating as Mike’s strong arms held him up. If it wasn’t for those arms he be on the floor now. The feelings were just too numerous for him to comprehend, all he knew for sure was that his heart was singing like a damn banshee, shrieking its joy as Mike licked his mouth clean, and tasted every inch of the inside, including his throat.

They broke apart, Mike still firmly holding onto Billy’s body. He was unwilling to let him go, his heart was still racing as he stared into the blue eyes, and he waited for them to stop spinning. A thin smile crossed his face as he saw the eyes flicker and then focus on his face. There was no fear, just pure jubilation inside and his body relaxed.

They stood there, both exhausted, unsure of what to do next as they tried to make sense of the jumbled emotions that were racing through them. They could feel their bodies and hormones raging inside, but the mind still couldn’t come to terms with the situation.

Finally Billy pulled back a bit, so he could sit down on the foot of his bed. He sat there, Mike’s hands now on his shoulders, still refusing to break the contact. Damn it felt so friggin hot in the room yet it was cool outside.

Billy could sense that Mike was feeling awkward, and he looked up into the emerald green eyes, to see the uncertainty floating around. He reached up with one hand, to take Mike’s hand off his shoulder and then he pulled gently on it, to force Mike to come closer.

Mike took a few halting steps until he couldn’t go further without falling on top of Billy. He stood there looking down into the deep liquid pools of Billy’s eyes. He saw them flicker with a strange glow, sort of like a light, no that wasn’t it, more like someone striking a match to light a candle or something. It sparked and fluttered a bit then took hold, dancing a bit as it grew suddenly very bright, then settled down.

It was like a magnet to him and he slowly found himself squatting on his heels, his knees bent, his face now level with Billy’s. He just sat there, all hunched up, staring into the eyes, watching the flame flicker here and there, but generally just glow inside the blue orbs.

His heart started to ache inside his chest. Mike could feel his muscles tightening up once more as he just was so damn fascinated by watching Billy’s eyes. He could tell that Billy was starting to get uncomfortable. Funny, he thought, that he could sense that. He blinked and started to stand up, his hand still in Bill’s. Damn that felt so good, nothing like he had ever felt before.

Billy watched Mike rising up from the floor and he marvelled at just how damn hot this old childhood friend was. Fuck, he was like a giant to him, even though he really wasn’t any taller. It was just that he seemed to fill the room with his presence. He never noticed that before, how much he missed Mike and having him close by.

There was something very changed though, something uncertain that troubled his heart as he watched Mike stand up. He could feel Mike’s pulse racing, feel the sweat beading up in the palm of his hand, that just seemed to lay in his own hand.

He glanced up and into the soft angular face, the dark eyelashes fluttering, the dark thick eyebrows setting off his pale skin. There was no doubt that Mike was a real heart throb. To think, he could lay claim to someone as hot and special made his own heart quicken and his own pulse race ahead. Could this really be happening, did Mike really kiss him that way?  He had had a few experiences of kissing, one was with Taylor  of course, but the other were with a couple of girls and nothing could compare to the feeling he had when Mike’s tongue was inside his mouth.

Billy felt his own tongue moving around his cheeks, tasting a strange presence, knowing that Mike had been there. It made him break out in a sweat, to realize that some man had kissed him so hard, so completely, and that damn it, it was the greatest feeling he had experienced. He looked back up at Mike and smiled.

“Now that was a kiss” Billy said as he watched Mike standing there, gazing down at him.

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah… I do…”

“Well… I can do better if given a chance”

“If you do any better I’ll wind up creaming my fucking drawers”

“Well, uh… that could be fun… so… uh… you going to just sit there with your pants at your ankles or you going to take those things off and let me see if you really are as hot as them guys on the puter?”

Billy cocked his head to one side, as if there was a sudden glare in his eyes. He looked long at Mike’s figure standing there, the cock in his underwear totally erect and so damn hard that it hurt. His balls were tight up against his thick shaft and he wondered if he could manage to get the damn underwear off without making himself shoot his load.

“I don’t know… depends.”

“Oh?  Now it depends does it? And just what does it depend on?” Mike replied, moving back to stand as close as possible to Billy.

He had taken a threatening posture but Billy knew it was all a scam. There had been a time when he was afraid of Mike, but not now. Now he knew that Mike would never do anything to hurt him, never be away from his side.  He just smiled as that thought filled his mind. Mike was his; no one else could ever come close to making him feel this way, which was a certainty that you could take to the bank.

Mike could feel Billy’s thoughts, he sensed the sudden security that Billy was feeling and it amazed him. Billy used to be afraid at times, not sure when he would jokingly look angry, but now he wasn’t, now he knew. A slight chill crept through his body as he trembled a bit with the knowledge dawning inside him that this wasn’t just a fling. This wasn’t something that most kids thought of when they thought of getting it on, this was something that had meaning, not just to him, but also to Billy.

In some ways he was feeling scared. It was an awesome responsibility that he was about to take on. Doubts, hesitations, all crowded inside his head as he moved and sat down on the bed. He needed time to understand what he was doing, and yet, the more he looked at Billy the more certain he was that this was right for him to do.

All those years of listening to people make fag jokes, comment on how gross gay sex was, flooded through his mind as he stared over at Billy’s angelic face. There was something peaceful about him, something dangerous too and he realized that together they were heading into a whole new world that neither of them knew much about.

He could feel his fingers tightening their hold on Billy’s hand. It was reassuring to him that touch and he knew that no matter what lay ahead, that he would be happy in the end. Mike also could tell that Billy was feeling much of what he was, that fears of society, of his family was clouding his thoughts.

Billy sat there, waiting for Mike, wondering how they were going to make this work. He also worried about what Mike would say or do if he told him about Taylor. Damn it, he didn’t have to say anything actually but then if he didn’t and Mike found out… shit he was getting ahead of himself here. They hadn’t done anything yet, maybe they shouldn’t.

As that thought entered his head, he felt his hand squeezed tightly by Mike. He glanced up and saw a deep understanding of his thoughts inside of Mike’s sparkling eyes. Damn him, he thought, he can read my fucking mind now.

Mike couldn’t explain it, he just leaned over and kissed Billy lightly on the cheek. Then he stretched back, letting go of Billy’s hand and waited. He didn’t have long to wait as Billy quickly pulled himself up onto the bed and lay even with Mike’s prone body.

Billy turned towards Mike, his body shivering slightly as his pants dangled from his thin ankles at the foot of the bed. Mike lay there, looking at him, and he so wanted to hold him. As he thought of what it would be like to have Mike’s arms around him he felt his skin tingle.

It was unreal, but there were Mike’s strong arms, wrapping themselves around his shaking body. How, he was scared now, how could Mike of known, damn he CAN READ MY MIND he thought as he gathered his courage to look up into Mike’s face.

Mike couldn’t explain it, he just knew that he needed to hold Billy close to his heart. He pulled and wrapped his arms around the blond bombshell that was his friend. He could feel the body shaking a little as Billy snuggled into his arms. Shit, it felt so damn good to just hold him like this, he wasn’t sure if he could handle them having sex. He would never survive it if it was half as powerful as the feelings were right now.

Billy suddenly felt like the whole world had simply vanished to his mind. His pain from years earlier was no longer lurking in the background, waiting to spring forth and bring tears to his eyes. His fears of going out in the world no longer filled his mind or troubled his heart. Everything suddenly was at peace, calmed and pushed away like so much dust.

Mike’s soft voice floated across him as he lay there, wondering how long this would last.

“I am not going to go anywhere Billy… not as long as you want me to be here.”

Billy started to cry as he heard the words echo inside his heart. He knew now just what his brother had meant, when he said he needed to find his own way, to find his own other half. The tears flowed down his cheeks and instead of trying to run away, as was his normal practise; he snuggled in closer to Mike’s body. The wet tears soaking into Mike’s shirt.

“Don’t cry Billy… please…”

“I can’t help it Mike… damn it… I want to be with you so much…”

“You are now Billy… and always will be…”

“No… you don’t understand… I have…”

“What? Got secrets? Who doesn’t … but it doesn’t matter.”

“yes it does… well this one will, anyway…”

“Come on… it won’t … I promise… and you know I have never broken a promise to you”

“I slept with Taylor Mike…there… now you know…”

Billy leaned back, his head level with Mikes as he waited for Mike to jump out of the bed and leave him. He knew it was coming, he could see the hurt in Mike’s eyes, then the disbelief as he digested Billy’s hard words. He felt his heart stuttering inside, feeling his pain as he waited for Mike’s judgement.

Mike could see the turmoil flaring across Billy’s heart. He felt a sharp stab of pain in his chest, and he knew that Billy was hurting bad, that this revelation had caused him a great deal of anguish. He looked into the blue eyes and suddenly he just knew what he had to do.

Without any other thought, he simply stood up, seeing Billy’s eyes bulge from their sockets. He didn’t smile down; he just stood there for one or two seconds, seeing the pain inside of Billy rushing upwards to engulf his whole body. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, tears of pain and loss.

He couldn’t stand it, it hurt his own heart to see this, but he knew what he had to do and so he turned to face Billy. He raised his hands up and quickly undid his shirt buttons, opening his shirt fully; he then reached back and let it fall of his shoulders to float down to the floor.

Not for a second did his eyes leave those of Billy’s. He didn’t wait for the realization to register, and he quickly had his two strong arms, that only seconds earlier held Billy next to him, down to his waist and he opened his jeans, popping the button and forcing the zipper down. Then in one single motion he yanked on the waistband, pushing the jeans to his ankles, where he simply stepped out of them. He didn’t stop there either and raising his feet, one by one, he took his socks off so he stood up straight with only his underwear on. That lasted for only another second as he moved like a well-oiled machine and as his eyes saw Billy start to realize what was happening, he had his underwear down and off his body.

Mike stood there, totally and completely naked. He looked at Billy lying on the bed, and then slowly he climbed back onto the bed and opened his arms.