Devil Dawg Donnelly's
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Part Nine:
Anna Whitmore sat with her son Baxter at their kitchen table enjoying the evening meal she was having with her son and even more the somewhat happier mood and tone their mealtime conversation had taken. Anna could tell her son was still troubled by something. But since she and Max Donnelly had suggested going to North Carolina for a couple of weeks next month with one of his fathers oldest and best friends, she couldn't help but note that her son's mood had improved. While she could sense the building excitement and enthusiasm he had for the idea, she was also considering Max's other request; to perhaps take Baxter away on vacation somewhere for a couple of weeks.
She knew she had plenty of vacation time accumulated from her job as chief librarian at the local community college; and it was summertime, what better excuse for her and Baxter to get away for some mother-son time? It had been a while, and with what Max had filled her in about on the troubles between Billy and Baxter, Anna was forced to agree with Max about it being best to keep the two apart for awhile.
For quite awhile, Anna had suspected her son felt more than just friendship for Billy Donnelly. Being both a mother and someone who'd loved before, she could see how her son looked at him, hung on his every word and always wanted to spend as much time as he could with him. But she also had noticed that something had recently and fundamentally shifted or changed in Baxter. She had suspected it had to do with Billy (who else could it be?), and after talking to Max, she was just as sure as he was what was wrong with him and her heart ached for him.
She wasn't as sure as Max that it would all resolve itself after both Billy and Baxter had undergone their Heritage ceremony. But she had no basis for comparison. Her husband had indeed explained everything about himself before they married, even warned her that no matter how many children they had they would all be boys. She understood the science and history behind his claim, he had even told her what to expect as their child/children reached maturity. It was all very exciting and scary for her, but she had seen for herself with her own eye's what to expect after her son goes through his Heritage ceremony.
She was simultaneously both excited for her son and more than a little bit terrified; especially if Max and Carl were correct in what would or could happen with both Billy and subsequently Baxter. Especially if it turned out to be true.
After dinner, while she and Baxter were cleaning up the dishes, as usual, her washing him drying, she decided to implement the second phase of their plan; one she had mentally dubbed "Operation Distract Baxter."
"You know Baxter..." she began, as if she had just thought of it: "I was just thinking when was the last time you and I went on vacation?" she questioned, turning to look at her son.
Baxter stopped drying the plate he held for a moment as he contemplated before answering: "I think the last time was when I was fifteen when we went to visit grandma and grandpa on their farm in Alabama." Baxter smiled at the memory his sudden recollection of that visit brought. The fun he had fishing with his grandfather and the incredible pies his grandmother made.
Anna smiled back at her son, "Why don't I see about taking a couple of weeks off from work tomorrow and we go to some nice beach in Florida for a few days and then go visit your grandparents for a week or so?" she suggested, looking at her son, hoping for his approval.
Anna was thrilled by the sight of her son's huge, broad smile. At this moment she couldn't help but notice how much he looked like his father; the auburn hair, his broad, muscular chest and shoulders, his narrow waist, the way his scruff grew on his face, his deep green eyes, and his rather large, thick lips, and that adorable little pug nose set between his high cheekbones.
There was absolutely no doubt how handsome her son was and that he was his father's son, one of her biggest regrets was that she and her husband had only had the one son; she knew Baxter would have made an amazing big brother.
Anna was thrilled as her son snatched her up in his arms and practically twirled her around like a rag doll in his large muscular arms, obviously overjoyed at her suggestion.
"I take it you approve?" She mused, not needing any more confirmation than his already overzealous response indicated.
"Are you kidding?" He said giddily, "When can we leave? What beach are we going to? Can I call grandma and tell her?" It was obvious Baxter was happy, and Anna said a silent thank you to Max Donnelly for suggesting it.
JD was thrilled to see Timmy's red Jeep in their driveway as they pulled up in Carls's old truck. Carl would have called it "vintage", JD couldn't wait to get him alone in his room, lock the door and rip Timmy's clothes off. "Maybe with my teeth," JD thought to himself, he was so horny.
He'd been exchanging messages with Timmy since they got back and he was almost as thrilled as Timmy seemed to be when he messaged him to let him know his parents had left town for a few days. JD intended to take full advantage of the situation, his dick already half chubbed and wanting immediate attention. JD couldn't help notice that even Billy seemed to perk up when they got out of the truck and saw Timmy stand up from where he had been sitting on their front porch, waiting.
He was only wearing a pair of skin-tight, very short, gym shorts that hugged his huge muscular bubble butt like a second skin and an old thin sweatshirt that had been cut off right about the mid-waist. JD especially enjoyed the light blond hairs of his treasure trail as it disappeared into the low cut waistband of his skimpy shorts.
"Good god" JD thought, he could just lick him all over like a lollipop right here, right now.
No sooner than Carl had ushered all the boys into the trailer and was passing out paper plates to everyone at the kitchen table, Max walked through the front door. Billy had half hoped Baxter would be with him, but he had kind of guessed he wouldn't be. He was still feeling a lot of angst over Baxter and was having a hard time thinking about anything else. He desperately wanted to know what Baxter and his dad had discussed and waited for the opportunity to speak to his dad alone.
As they all sat down for dinner at the small round table in their kitchen, Billy couldn't help notice that Timmy positioned himself between his dad and JD. As the meal progressed he watched with casual interest as his dad and Timmy continuously flirted with each other. Timmy kept batting his eye's at their dad and with what could only be described as a giggle, did so at every lame dad joke Max made. Timmy also constantly kept touching their dad's arm, lingering there far longer than what anyone would deem appropriate. Billy noticed, even Carl giving the duo the side-eye at the almost comical flirtation exhibited by the pair. By the end of the meal JD was getting visibly annoyed, but it didn't end until Carl stood up and announced he was tired and going home.
Billy sensed he was kind of put off too by the constant flirtation between dad and Timmy. Carl's sudden decision to head home seemed to be the catalyst that finally spurred their father to end his exchanges with Timmy, as he also rose to go after Carl, who was already heading out the front door. Billy observed out the kitchen window where he sat and watched as his dad caught up with Carl just as he got to his truck. He saw his dad's right-hand raise and move around Carl's body to the top of the truck door and held it shut, preventing Carl from opening it. Carl just stood there, with his hand still on the truck door handle, while Max talked to him from behind. Carl finally turned around, when Max placed both hands on his shoulders.
Max talked and Carl listened. After a while, Carl's head bowed and he nodded a few times before Max let him go and he climbed into his truck and started it. Billy watched as his dad headed back to their front door, "Hey boy's I'm going over to Carl's for a while, we have a few things we need to discuss and work on. Don't expect me back until late." he shouted. He then turned and headed back to Carl's truck and got in.
"Dammit," Billy thought to himself, miffed that he hadn't gotten the chance to talk to his dad about Baxter and as his thoughts once again began to dwell on his friend. His mood soured and he got up from the table and headed for his room, leaving JD and Timmy to fend for themselves. Billy picked up his phone and tried to think of some way he could approach the topic via text message with Baxter, but frustratingly couldn't think of anything that didn't sound completely lame. So he just called it quits and decided he'd just hash it all out with his buddy after their morning workout at the gym the next day.
Having decided on a course of action, Billy decided to strip and hit the shower and just turn in early. As he crossed the hall naked to the bathroom, he couldn't help but notice JD and Timmy had already locked themselves up in JD's room. Billy kind of mentally kicked himself for not at least thinking far ahead enough to at least have gotten a blowjob off Timmy. But then again, he had some pretty important stuff on his mind distracting him.
After his shower, Billy just flipped his a/c on, climbed under the sheet of his bed, and allowed himself to drift off to a bit of restless sleep. It must have been sometime after one in the morning when he heard his bedroom door open. In his lighter than normal sleep mode, he was instantly aware of it opening, and he was certain of who it was and exactly what he wanted.
His dick knew what he wanted too, as it began to instantly expand and engorge with blood. It was fully erect in seconds, waiting for what it knew was coming. Billy felt the shifting weight of someone climbing onto the foot of his bed, felt the sheet lift over his feet as that person moved under it and up to his body between his muscular hairy legs. He moaned as wet lips found his cockhead and a wet tongue swabbed his hooded glans, before sucking his foreskin into his mouth, forcing the tip of his tongue into the folds and wetly drove the tip of his tongue into his already leaking piss slit.
Billy didn't speak he just moaned as the hungry wet mouth began to devour his thick 9-inch cock. He felt it stop as the bulbous head of his dick poked at the back of Timmy's throat, trying to force the thick mushroom-shaped knob to move past his uvula to penetrate the warm silky wetness of his throat. Frustrated with the cocksuckers hesitancy, Billy reached down and interlocked his fingers behind his head and rammed his throbbing cock to the balls, grinding his nads against their chin, enjoying the sensation of the choking and gagging as his pole smoker struggled with his prodigious member.
Billy completely dominated his cocksuckers mouth, pulling slightly back but not letting the lemon-sized head of his uncut dong slip past the entrance of his throat.
"Breath through your nose, faggot," he whispered gruffly, "cause my dick ain't leaving that throat until I say so."
As if to accentuate the veracity of what he was saying, he slammed back balls-deep and ground his hairy testicles against his chin refusing to let his cocksucker pull back even a fraction of an inch. Billy just held him there, could feel the increased choking, the desperate hands trying to push him away, even the convulsions that made his throat muscles undulate as he tried to vomit his fleshy sword from the recesses of his impaled orifice. After a minute or so, Billy backed out just a couple of inches, still leaving the swollen head of his cock inside the throat just past the uvula.
"I told you to breath through your nose, faggot." Billy swore as he rapidly micro humped his glans into his oral cavity in his attempt at throat fucking his captive cock slave's throat hole to loosen it and allow his cocksucker to gasp air around his invading member. Slowly, through trial and error and more than a little desperation, necessity forced the throat muscles to loosen and expand around the thick cockhead, allowing for the briefest wisp of air to come sucking around his fat glans. The sensation was exhilarating to Billy and added a new dimension to the oral molestation of his cocksucker's mouth pussy. Billy redoubled his assault, ramming harder and harder into those wet dick smoking, cock gobbler lips and throat as Billy could feel his much-needed orgasm build to a crescendo, before finally releasing the torrents of molten sperm into the hungry waiting depths of his cocksucker's esophagus.
As the waves of his orgasm abated into an oozing pulse of thick cum, Billy yanked his cocksucker off his dick by the curly short locks on the crown of his head. Timmy gasped for air, that gurgled around the thick mucous and copious amounts of sperm and semen that still obstructed his throat cavity. As Billy forced him backward, forcing himself between Timmy's legs, grasping the base of his still very erect pole, Billy used the tip of his still sperm drenched glans to find Timmy's already puffy hole and rub his gooey essence around the lips of his anal folds. As Billy leaned forward, burying his face in Timmy's muscular neck and gently biting into the flesh below his left ear, Timmy dug his heels into Billy's ass. Billy rammed the full length of his turgid pole balls deep into Timmy's tight entrails.
Timmy would have cried out in pain if Billy hadn't swiftly covered his mouth with his left hand, muffling his cries as Billy began to punch fuck Timmy's guts with his engorged organ. At first, Timmy's anal ring clung to the flesh of Billy's dong, but as Billy continued leaking large amounts of semen into his anal cavity, the sloppy foaming soup that formed eased his invading passage and Timmy's hole loosened and allowed easier access to Billy's rampaging prostate poker.
With each push and pull of his dick, the coronal ridge of Billy's glans mauled Timmy's prostate, making Timmy gasp and moan like a slut in heat. Humping his upturned muscular ass into Billy's driving pelvis, the wet, sloppy, sucking sounds of Timmy's ravaged hole drove Billy into making deep guttural groans as he ruthlessly pummeled Timmy's anal orifice.
Timmy could feel it deep in his anal cavity, as waves of pleasure pulsated from his battered prostate throughout his whole body. His 5-inch cock jumped and throbbed, and with a silent scream of orgasmic pleasure that erupted from his own cock, sprayed his and Billy's chest and abdominals with copious amounts of his sticky ball juice.
Timmy's orgasmic bliss made his anus spasm and undulate, his anal ring clutch and squeeze at Billy's rampant dick, triggering his own seismic orgasm, which erupted from the pulsing head of his cock like a firehose, spraying Timmy's guts with his thick, hot manly juices.
Sweating like a prized racehorse after a winning race, Billy collapsed on top of Timmy. Timmy absentmindedly kissed and licked the sweat from Billy's neck as Billy just lay there trying to catch his breath. Unable to move a muscle, he just lay there letting his half-hard dick dribble into Timmy's wet sloppy hole. Without even saying a word as Timmy stroked the muscles of his sweaty back with both his hands, Billy drifted into a deep sleep.
Billy found himself in a dark pool of swirling water. He didn't know how he got there, only that it was dark. The only time he could see anything was by the ever-increasing frequency of the flashing of the lightning storm that raged around him.
Gale force winds pummeled him and forced him to tread the murky dark waters that splashed against his face relentlessly. With one huge flash of lightning, Billy saw Baxter reaching out to him, to his immediate right pleading for Billy to take his hand, which was mere inches away from his. He could see that Baxter was being pulled towards a watery vortex and was trying to swim toward Billy, but was gradually losing ground.
Billy fought as hard as he could to close the distance between them, desperately trying to clutch Baxter's outstretched hand, their fingers barely making contact. Billy kept screaming Baxter's name over and over. But the current of the whirlpool kept pulling Baxter from his grasp and he watched in horror as he was slowly sucked under.
Time and time again, begging Billy to save him. The absolute terror and desperation on his face and in his eyes wrenched at Billy's heart and soul as Baxter was dragged beneath the roiling dark surface never to rize again.
Billy wailed uselessly at the raging storm, powerless to save the one person who meant the most in the world to him. He surrendered himself to despair; and as the dark waters consumed him in his anguish, the cacophonous explosions of lightning left a deafening ringing in his ears...
Billy woke with a start to the loud, persistent buzz of his alarm clock. His chest heaved at the vague recollection of his dream. Billy had set his alarm for an hour earlier so he'd have plenty of time to get ready and head to Baxter's house with enough time for him and Baxter to have a moment to chat before they headed over to the base gym to do their morning workout.
Billy noted that Timmy had vacated his bed at some point last night. Billy was kind of grateful for that; he really didn't want any distractions this morning. Billy quickly showered and brushed his teeth. He had just finished getting dressed in his room when his phone dinged with a new message. Billy looked at it knowing at this early hour, it had to be from Baxter.
It was...
"Hey bro, gotta cancel today. Mom and I working on something today...fill ya in later."
"Dammit!" was all Billy said. He was really disappointed now; he was so looking forward to finally getting to spend some time with Baxter alone and figure out what was eating at his best friend.
"Sumthin' up dude?" came the question from his little brother, who was now standing in his doorway.
"It's Baxter; he's canceled on me today." he responded still staring at his phone, not sure what to say back. "He's been a bit off recently and I think he's upset about something." He looked over at his brother, leaning against his doorjamb dressed only in a pair of sweat pants.
"Well, he's probably upset you didn't give him a kiss before he left with dad yesterday." JD said taunting his brother.
"Baxter and I aren't like you and Timmy." Billy said giving his brother the finger.
"Ouch dude, that was rude." JD feigned hurt by clutching his heart before responding: "You know, since Baxter can't make it, and I know you've missed a few days of working out..." He paused gauging his brother's responsiveness, "Timmy and I could go with ya and show ya how to do it right?" Then he quickly added: "You have been looking a bit scrawny as of late, just sayin'."
Billy couldn't help but laugh at his little brother, he knew he was just trying to help out. "Ya know, that's not a bad idea and it has been a few days since I've logged some gym time. Plus it sure as hell couldn't hurt you to do so, tiny." Billy chided.
"You're on dude!" He turned to head back to his room: "Let me just rouse Timmy and get his beautiful ass in gear and we can head out."
"I'll whip us up some protein shakes for breakfast; can't work out on an empty tank dude." Billy smiled for the first time that day. Though in the back of his mind he was still worried about Baxter, he welcomed the distraction his brother was offering. He was actually looking forward to seeing Timmy work out; he'd never seen him do any gymnastics before and was kind of curious about it.
The morning went remarkably well, all considered Billy thought. Turned out that his little brother wasn't such a bad work out partner and Timmy was even better. Timmy was surprisingly able to keep up with Billy as he went through his routines. That's not to say Timmy could match the amount of weight Billy's used too. But he came close enough to impress Billy; especially considering his lighter build and smaller stature. At only 5'8" Billy was completely impressed with how much muscle and muscle control Timmy had.
But where Timmy really shone came later in the morning when he gathered several yoga mats and laid them end to end and started doing his gymnastic stretches, tumbles, and flip routines. Toward the end of his workout, almost everyone in the gym had stopped their workouts to watch this young and blond Adonis twist, flip, role, and contort his body into almost any conceivable position effortlessly.
His final run had him rolling into a standing jump into the air where he tucked into a ball and rotated no less than three times mid-air. He then landed perfectly into a full split, and without breaking his split at all was able to, in an amazing display of muscle control, raise sideways. His split moving vertically as Timmy twisted into a handstand split position and rotated his entire body in a 360-degree spinning split that culminated into a backward flip right into a perfect straight-legged standing position.
Everyone cheered and applauded him and Billy couldn't help notice more than a few guys there re-adjusting their crotches as they went back to their own workout routines; but continued doing so while constantly side-eyeing Timmy. Billy knew what they were thinking because he was thinking the same thing and also found himself amongst the others having to adjust the growing bulge in his jockstrap, especially when every bit of Timmy's routine only served to highlight and showcase his amazing muscular bubble butt.
As morning gave way to afternoon and Billy returned home by himself. Timmy and JD deciding to pop over to Timmy's house so he could get some clean clothes and then go out for something to eat together, leaving Billy alone to fend for himself. Billy couldn't help but notice his dad's truck was still there but knew his dad wasn't. Which meant he never returned from Carl's the night before.
Billy just shook his head figuring his dad and Carl must of went whoring last night and his dad got lucky. He knew his dad kept spare uniforms at Carl's house, so there was no need for him to rush home and do the early morning walk of shame in front of his sons.
Bored out of his mind, Billy decided to give his best bud Baxter a call and let him know he was gonna hop on his bike and head on over so they could hang out before his early part-time shift at the local Piggly Wiggly as a stock boy.
Billy still wanted very much to talk to Baxter about the last few days and clear the air between them, discuss any problems, and get them resolved. The last thing Billy wanted or needed right now, with everything that's been going on and with the pressure of his looming birthday ceremony, was an upset best friend. Someone who Billy solely counted on for moral support and the occasional morale boost. Plus he wanted to tell Baxter about that weird-ass dream he had the night before, as scary as it was at the time, he knew Baxter would probably turn it into something humorous and dispel whatever angst Billy still felt over it. More than ever Billy knew Baxter was always his rock the one that kept Billy grounded and centered and would always be there for him, no matter what.
Billy picked up his phone and tapped Baxter's icon dialing his number. The all too familiar "Sup dude?" and the calming voice of his life long best friend greeted him.
"Hey Baxter!" Billy practically sighed with relief at hearing his friend's voice. "I'm just calling to let ya know I'm getting ready to head on over to your's so we can hang for a few before my shift."
"Um..." Billy heard the hesitation in Baxter's voice, " Sorry dude, no can do." Billy got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as Baxter continued: "Mom and I are packing right as we speak."
Billy quickly interrupted, concern in his voice, "Is something wrong, do you need my help?"
Baxter could hear that concern, "No bro, mom just surprised me when I got home yesterday." He tried sounding upbeat with Billy, put him at ease. "She and I are going on vacation and we're leaving here shortly."
"Leaving?" Billy stammered questioningly, his head beginning to swim.
"Yeah, we're going to a beach in Florida for the rest of the week and then to my grandparents, the following week. Ain't that kewl dude?"
Billy didn't think it was "kewl" at all, he felt like was alone all of sudden. He felt like he was sinking and Baxter was drifting away, out of reach.
"Anyway..." Baxter said sounding a bit distant: "Gotta go, dude, gotta finish packing. Catch ya when we get back."
Billy knew that he hung up, the silence coming from his phone was almost deafening. His thoughts spiraled and a sinking feeling swept over him as he felt Baxter drifting away from him and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
For the first time since his mother left them as kids, Billy sat on his bed, folding into himself, feeling like he was being abandoned for the second time in his life. As Billy collapsed across his bed with his forearm over his eyes, Billy felt like... crying.
A special thank you goes out once again to Sam who is like winged Hermes in his swift dispatching of his task as beta reader and grammar checker.
Thanks Sam!
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