Christian's Induction
Part Ten
Billy's father was enjoying immensely this visit to his old home town and was calling on all his old high school friends and other acquaintances. He had made arrangements to spend the day on Friday with his old high school quarterback's family and was a little disappointed when Billy didn't display much enthusiasm about joining in the re-union. Billy explained that the family's daughter, who was twelve, had this crush on him and would be hanging on his coattails all day long. His mother thought it was cute but his father knew it was true and that it would be purgatory for his teenage son. Hadn't he himself suffered similar experiences all those long years ago? He was thinking specifically about Gill.
"OK, son, if you would prefer to stay here at the house it's cool with me." Billy cringed when his father tried to be use teenage terminology. "You sure Mark won't mind?" Billy assured him it would be OK.
So it was that Billy informed Mark he would not be accompanying the rents to visit their friends. Mark was clearly a little put out but Billy assured him he would keep out of his way. Mark said OK and rationalized that it would be only three more days before they left. He told Billy clearly though that he was to keep out of Chris'way; the place was a mess once more and Chris would be kind of busy that morning.
On the Friday morning Mark's parents left for work as usual and at 9am sharp Chris arrived at the house as had been arranged. He was sweating profusely from the walk up the hill as Mark hadn't offered to collect him from his house. He immediately started to go through Mark's dirty laundry and soon had that in the machine. Shortly thereafter Randy arrived and he smiled when he saw that Chris was already hard at work.
"Listen dude," Mark said to Randy "I really can't see myself sittin here all morning. I've told Chris what has to be done, so why don't we go your place for a couple sets of tennis?" He turned to Billy, who was sitting quietly in the armchair, and asked him if he played tennis.
Billy replied "Very badly dude. I would only fuck up your fun. Would it be OK if I played games on your computer instead?" Mark agreed but did think it strange; he could have sworn his father had mentioned that Billy was on the school's tennis team.
"OK, then, Randy and I will be on our way. See you later".
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After Mark and Randy left, Billy went over to the computer and booted it up. He informed Chris in passing that he was really dumb with computers; could he help him get started? Chris said sure and went over to the computer. As he leaned over Billy to access the keyboard, he could have sworn that Billy brushed his crotch with his arm. He figured it must have been accidental and, once he had shown Billy the ropes, he started to clean up the bedroom. God, but Mark really was a slob, he thought. He picked up two shirts, two pairs of shorts, and a casual jacket which were lying around, and when he had hung these up in Mark's cupboard, he piled together some dirty underwear and socks. He would have to do a second run of laundry.
He felt Billy's eyes on him. Billy said "I really think it's great that you help Markie out with his chores dude".
"Yeah, well, he aint the most tidy guy I know and, if it helps him get possession of Jerry's apartment, I'm glad to help."
"But", continued Billy, "Mark told me you would be doin his chores on a regular basis." Mark didn't reply.
"Anyway, it's a really cool arrangement. I wish it was me. Especially with the side benefits thrown in. By the way, I didn't get to thank you for the blowjob the other night, what with those two other assholes in the car. It was awesome dude."
"Think nuthin of it Billy." Chris managed to say before tackling the dusting.
Having tidied up the bedroom Chris moved into the bathroom, which resembled Ground Zero. He added the wet towels to the other laundry and replaced them with fresh ones from the linen cupboard. He then wiped down the toilet, shower cubicle and hand basin. The floor was a mess so he got down on his knees to clean that. Just then Billy entered saying that he was dying for a piss. He lifted the seat cover, took out his quite impressive dick and shot a hard stream into the toilet bowl. "Mmmmm" he sighed contentedly. Just what is it with these Nesbits, thought Chris. Just like Mark, Billy had not lifted the toilet seat itself and there were droplets of piss all over it when Billy finished pissing.
Chris was still on his hands and knees on the floor and Billy turned towards him and whilst looking at him intently just stood there with his dick exposed. Chris was by this stage out of his mind with desire for the boy. Without thinking any further he leant towards the toilet and licked the boy's piss droplets off the seat and then turned completely towards him and took his cock in his mouth.
Billy instructed Chris to sit on the toilet seat and then stood directly in front him. He shoved his by now hard dick into Chris' mouth and, holding Chris' head firmly from behind, proceeded to face fuck him with ferocity. Chris was gagging from the invasion of his throat while Billy verbally abused him. "Yeah, yeah, suck on that dick cocksucker," he said "You love that boy cock don't you?" It was only a matter of minutes before Billy shot a huge load of cum down Chris' throat, which he gratefully accepted.
"Lick my dick clean slutboy." Billy instructed Chris. When Chris had sucked the boy's dick as clean as a whistle, Billy zipped up and returned to the computer, where he was sitting when Mark and Randy breezed into the room.
"Still playing games Billy?" asked Mark. "And how are you doing Chris? Just about through are you?
Mark asked Randy whether he could give Chris a ride home, as he had promised to take Billy down to the mall to have a look-see. As Chris was about to leave, Billy said "See you Chris. If you are ever in Chicago, be sure to look me up."
To be continued.
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