Fate Brought Billy Gilman To Me Part 14
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Fate Brought Billy Gilman to Me
Part #14
By Paul S. Stevens
I was feeling so good earlier, but now that I was here at work and away from home and Billy, I started to get antsy. Long after I arrived at work, the boner I had left home with persisted. It was driving me absolutely insane. I had waited so long for Billy to come home, and now that he was back, I had to be here. I took my afternoon break and spent it in the employees' bathroom. I went into an empty stall and tried to deal with this raging hard-on that Billy's kiss had innocently imposed upon me. It was now obvious that I was never going to become immune to that man's kiss, as long as I live.
As I sat in that stall, I slowly began stroking my boner until some stray kinky thoughts about Billy might help me relieve my frustration. First, I started thinking about our conversation last night. Billy was right. We were going to have to find other ways to deal with our potential problem. Parting ways just wasn't an option. It was devastatingly clear now that I could never exist without Billy in my life, and after what Billy said on our way home from the airport, he made it clear that he felt the same way about me. Who was I to argue with that? Of all the people in Billy's life, he chose me as his buddy, pal, confidante, friend, partner, soul-mate and lover.
Then, I thought about the surprise that Billy promised would be waiting for me when I got home from work and I experienced an adrenaline rush. It wasn't important what the surprise would be. What was important was, it was a gift from Billy, so whatever it was, I was going to cherish it. That was enough to stimulate another Billy Gilman fantasy and the next thing I knew, I began shooting my hot semen from deep within me, splashing the stall walls with my hot love juice that I should have been saving for Billy.
My prolific load was fueled by the lust that had been building up inside of me during Billy's agonizingly-long absence. My climax was essential, yet unfulfilling. Unfortunately, it was going to have to do for now and keep me sane until I could get back home and into my lover's arms once again.
The rest of the day crept slowly by as it often does when I know that Billy is at home, having to wait for me. The more that I thought about it, the more I felt that making Billy wait for me seemed somehow wrong. When Billy is at work, I know he's involved with something so important that it could result in having an impact on countless lives and have far-reaching implications. When I'm at work, I'm not having much of an impact on anyone or anything. I don't feel like my job is worthless, but making someone like Billy have to wait for me while I'm here in this dead end job, seemed unfair and out of balance.
Its not like Billy sits at home, being a house husband while he waits for me to return. Billy knows how to keep himself busy by writing songs and collaborating with his fellow writers, producers and staff such as his publicist and legal team. Even so, I yearn to be part of that process, rather than having to be here and missing out. Perhaps Billy's recent success will result in an influx in Billy's income. For me, having to supplement the household's financial stability up to now has been the only reason I continue to work here. If that were to change, I wouldn't have to work so much or maybe even at all. That way, I could devote all my time to helping Billy be the superstar he's destined to be.
The rest of the afternoon dragged on and was just as grueling as the morning had been. At least I didn't have to endure it all boned up and frustrated. When quitting time rolled around, I was the first one out the door. On the drive home, all I could think about was locking lips with Billy and catching up on all the developments in our lives. Well, at least in his life. My life doesn't have that many diversions in it unless Billy is involved in it somehow.
When I arrived home, I found Billy fast asleep, which didn't surprise me. I did find it mildly disappointing, but I understood. When Billy is away, they have him running, night and day. I stripped down to my underwear and slipped into bed next to him. Even with Billy sound asleep like this, I felt happy and content again just being close to him. I kissed Billy's neck and shoulders as I tried to wake him in the sweetest, most sensuous way possible. His eyes fluttered open as he turned to face me.
"Home already?" Billy yawned. "What time is it?"
"Almost six-thirty," I said. "Have you been asleep since I left?"
"Yeah," Billy answered. "It's the first opportunity I've had in over a week to catch up on some sleep. I tried to sleep on the plane during my flight back, but that was futile. I'm glad you're home. Now that I've caught up on my sleep, I can catch up with us, which reminds me, I've got something for you that I've been dying to give you!"
Billy slipped out of bed, wearing nothing but a very sexy pair of promotional briefs with a silk-screened logo of "The Choice" emblazoned on them that were gifted to everyone associated with the "Souls4Souls" project.
"Nice underwear, you sex demon," I commented.
"Thanks!" Billy said. "You'd be interested to know that you were responsible for them."
"Me?" I asked. "How?"
"When the promoters came to me and asked if we should make coffee mugs, or t-shirts to commemorate the event, I was horny as hell and thinking of you and me fucking like rabbits at the time, and I told them instead of t-shirts, why not do Calvin Klein's," Billy confessed. "They weren't too happy about it, but I got my way. Don't worry. I got you, Colin, and Spencer a pair too. As for this beauty right here... this one's just for you. It's one of a kind!"
Billy handed me the long, blueprint style tube he had brought in with him earlier that morning, and he quickly sat on the edge of the bed to watch my reaction as I opened it.
I popped off the end and pulled out the rolled up item inside. I put down the empty tube on the bed next to Billy and carefully unfurled the document. Slowly, my treasure revealed itself to be a poster. Not just any poster. It was a meticulously rendered lithograph of "The Choice" recording sessions, with all eighteen megastars present, each donning an autographed signature. It totally took my breath away as I admired each star and their distinctive signature, with Billy at the center, looking as hot and sexy as ever.
"Well, what do you think?" Billy pressed.
"Oh my god," I gasped. "This is going to be worth a fortune, not that I'd ever part with it, mind you! How did you ever get this?"
"It wasn't easy!" Billy revealed. "One of the guys in the art department is a big fan and did it as a favor for me. This is a composite rendering, created using my record label's state of the art equipment, utilizing over two dozen overlays. That, in itself was tough enough. To complicate matters even more, some of the artists couldn't come to Nashville**. Some of them recorded their parts in** New York City**,** Hollywood**,** London and even Paris**. My poor publicist had a hell of a time getting all these signatures on it. This poster has virtually been all over the world, and now, I give it to you. It's in your hands now!"**
"Billy," I gasped as I started to tear up. "I don't know what to say. It's amazing! I'll cherish it forever!"
Billy sweetly took the poster from me and carefully rolled it back up and placed it back in its protective tube to keep it pristine.
"That's not all," Billy said. "I'm having it set in a gallery style frame for you. I just haven't had the time to do it yet."
I was totally speechless and Billy knew it. It wasn't just that the gift itself was so spectacular; it was even more important to me that he went to such lengths with me in mind. It reinforced the fact that his love and devotion to me was real. The fact that Billy found me even slightly worthy of his devotion was something I constantly needed to be reminded of and he was doing a gracious job of that right now! He faced me and put a hand on each side of my face and held me there for a second as I became hypnotized. I should have known what was coming next, but I allowed him to look at me with those piercing hazel blue eyes of his that he uses to effortlessly ensnare my soul with one glance. Once I was properly anesthetized, he pulled me into a devastating Billy Gilman kiss, one of many awesome superpowers that Billy possesses which know no bounds. `Oh my god, here it comes,' I thought to myself as I dropped onto the bed next to him, melting into his loving arms.
To me, Billy's kiss was like Kryptonite to Superman and I instantly became weak and susceptible to his gentle touch and benign suggestions. All my strength evaporated as Billy's wandering tongue drained all the rest of my willpower from within my body, rendering my soul, totally exposed and under his control.
Billy finally pulled away and looked into my eyes again.
"What do you want to do now?" Billy mischievously asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"I don't know," I said in a daze. "As far as sex goes, we're dangerous for each other!"
"I know...," Billy beamed. "That makes me so hot. I love it! What doesn't kill us makes us hotter!
"That would be funny if it weren't so true!" I quipped. "Wow! That sounded like a song lyric in the making. Feel free to quite me. I've got a ton of them. It's just that when they roll out of my mouth, you're not around to hear them."
"Well, let me make up for that right now. Since I've been gone for so long, it's my turn to grant your every desire," Billy offered. "I'll do anything you want. I'm giving you, `The Choice'."
As soon as Billy said those words, I knew what was coming. All the hard work and effort that Billy had put into the project these last few weeks, came bursting out into song as Billy illuminated my heart with joy as he sang the chorus of his latest song:
"The Choice"
We are the one
A spirit lies within
Together we can open doors
That lead us where we've never been
The day will come
When we all hear a voice
A time and place when someone else
Is counting on us to make
The choice
It may have been only the chorus of the song, but it hit home like a sledgehammer. I swear Billy must have been horny when he wrote some of those lyrics, dripping with sexual innuendo. The phrase: "Together we can open doors that lead us where we've never been", suggested to me that Billy and I had a lifetime of opportunities to explore together and all I had to do was make "The Choice", the right choice, the choice to love him, through thick and thin. Billy had a way of making me want him so desperately, I'd do anything for him.
Right now, I was voraciously horny and I had an idea that could take Billy and me to a place we've never been, and now was the time to do it.
"While you were away, I ordered a new toy that I thought we could try out," I told Billy. "It's called `A1's Long Slide'. It's a floppy, stretchy toy that's a bit different from the rest. It's a plain white sleeve with an enchanting variety of nubs and ribs inside. What makes it different from a Fleshjack... is how you use it. Instead of stroking yourself with it, you hold the base down at your nuts, and then stretch it out. I got one for both of us. It sounds lame, but it might be fun. Wanna try it out?"
"Sure," Billy said, looking intrigued.
I went to the dresser and retrieved my surprise. I dropped the two unopened boxes onto the bed and Billy picked up one of them to check it out.
"Doesn't look like much," he commented.
"Don't judge a toy by its packaging," I stressed.
"Don't you mean `Don't judge a book by its cover'?" He asked.
"Do you want to read a dumb old book, or have some hot nasty-ass sex with me?" I teased.
"Okay, sorry," he sighed. "Nasty-ass it is!"
He opened the box he was holding and inspected the sleeve itself.
"Still doesn't look like much," he insulted as he stretched it between his hands like a handful of Silly Putty.
"Here, give it to me," I grumbled as I took it from him.
Still only wearing my underwear, I brought both sleeves down the hall and into the bathroom with me to wash and clean them before using them for the first time, as was recommended on the box. Once I got them both cleaned and dried, I headed back to the bedroom where I knew Billy was waiting for me.
As I came out of the bathroom and walked back down the hall to return to our bedroom, Colin came out of his room, stripped down to his underwear. In his own charming and witty way, he accosted me in the hallway.
"We gotta stop meeting like this, you sexy thang," Colin boldly taunted. "Whatcha got there?"
"Oh, nothing," I answered.
"Would that be `one nothing' for you and `one nothing' for Billy?" Colin teased.
"Ah... yeah," I said.
"Where's mine?" Colin quipped.
"What?" I said with dismay.
"Just kidding," Colin goaded as he playfully slapped my ass as he walked past me on his way to the bathroom.
I was too preoccupied with Billy and too horny to take time to play Colin's little game, so I promptly ignored his nonsense.
Knowing Colin as I do, I knew this wasn't going to be the end of it. I just know that he's going to bide his time and corner me sometime soon. Then, I momentarily envisioned Billy being out of town some weekend and being woken out of a wickedly wild wet dream to find Colin, leaning over me and bonking me with my own Long Slide****, hoopin' and hollerin' and literally having a gay old time with my cock in his possession!
I felt my cock twitch from the depraved notion and quickly vanquished that inappropriate thought from my mind and ducked back into our bedroom.
As I entered, I discovered that Billy had stripped out of his Calvin Klein's and was lying on top of the bed, naked, with the hardest, stiffest boner I've seen Billy openly display for me, standing at attention, tall and firm and beckoning me to it. I tossed my two sex toys next to Billy, all washed and ready to use. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and positioned myself next to my lover.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"You've got to be kidding. What kind of dumb question is that? Just look at me!" he said, erotically rocking his boner back and forth without having to touch it.
"My god, your cock is so hot," I said. "Here we go!"
I lubed up Billy's stiff erection and slipped the sleeve down over his manhood. I pulled the base down, covering his balls and told him to hold it there and not let go. Billy grabbed ahold of both his balls and the base of the sleeve together in one hand and moaned seductively. Now, I was free to pull on the sleeve and start giving Billy a free ride.
I pulled the top end of the slide straight up to start things off, stretching it like a slide trombone. It was very stretchy and easy to manipulate. I pulled it to the left, and then to the right, pretending I was stretching and enlarging Billy's hefty cock with each pull, making him softly coo with delight. Then I tried pulling it around in circles. As I did, Billy's gentle cooing turned unexpectedly erotic.
"Stop," Billy cried out. "Wow, this thing is fantastic! You almost made me cum already."
"Is it really that good?" I asked.
"As you pulled it, it shrunk and tightened around my dick and massaged my cockhead with a dozen tiny fingers," Billy explained. "The best part was, it made my cock feel like I had foreskin again. That must be what it feels like to have foreskin restoration. It's great!"
Billy's statement made my own cock twitch in anticipation of trying this thing out for myself. I got extremely curious to find out what foreskin restoration might feel like as I got seduced by the prospect.
"Here," Billy added. "Instead of me explaining it to you, try it out for yourself. Lay down and I'll give you a ride."
I readily agreed, so I stood up and dropped my underwear to the floor, stepped out of them and then lay down next to Billy. My aching cock was already pulsing as I prepared to take my turn. Billy followed the same procedure on me as I did on him, lubing me up and sliding the sleeve onto my shaft. I held on to the base of the sleeve around my balls and shuddered as Billy gave my sleeve its first pull. I was pleasantly surprised as the sleeve hugged my boner. The perfectly placed massaging nubs and ribs sensuously made love to my cock, sending me into the heavens. Billy came alive as he playfully yanked and tugged at my slide with glee. I began to see what Billy was talking about as the texture and grip of the sleeve's interior design made my cock feel like it had grown a second skin. Then I started to realize that Billy was quickly pulling me towards a wicked orgasm.
"Stop," I cried, just short of blowing my load.
"Pretty good, isn't it?" Billy declared.
"Oh, hell yeah," I said.
"Let's slide each other off," Billy suggested.
"All right," I agreed. "When we each start to cum, we'll just let go of the base of our sleeves so we could watch each other spew our loads."
"Ooh, sounds kinky," Billy said. "Let's do it!"
We were both seriously juiced to the hilt. Billy laid himself next to me and we both got comfortable. He grabbed my slide and I grabbed his, and we both began pulling, stretching, yanking, tugging, jerking, thrashing, twisting and tweaking our way to orgasm, teasing each other's cocks like a couple of schoolboys discovering exactly what boys do best.
It wasn't long before we were both moaning with pleasure, getting coaxed into a mind-blowing climax. Our two slides were like slithering snakes that were being charmed into submission.
Billy was the first to let go of his slide. Just as he was letting go, I was pulling up and it made a loud slurping sound as it got sucked off of Billy's shaft. Then it went flying into my hand, snapping itself right out of my grasp like a rubber band. Billy's cock was now exposed and vulnerable, pulsating and twitching, just begging to get finished off.
I immediately grabbed ahold of Billy's rock hard column of man meat and summoned the load right out of his balls, seizing full control of Billy's climax. I stroked him, ever so slowly, making his climax come to a simmer at first, and then boil over. Billy started breathing slower as he arched his back and curled his toes.
Then, he started tossing his impressive load everywhere as his body writhed in ecstasy and his voice moaned in bliss. I slowed my pace down even more as I tortured Billy's spewing cock, making it quiver as it launched its contents like a rocket. I counted nine hefty ropes of pearly white cum, followed by several smaller spurts, tapering off until I had milked my lover of every last drop in his balls.
Billy's load was so huge that he had to have been saving it up for at least a week. That told me that he had been faithful during the time he was away, which endeared him to me even more than I already was, making me feel like I was finally exclusive in Billy's heart.
Watching Billy cum was so hot that it kicked my own climax into high gear. Now that I had satisfied Billy's lustful desires, Billy turned his attentions back to me and doubled his efforts to get me off and make me squirm. Sometimes, payback is a bitch.
My eyes rolled back into my head as Billy transported me to another world. As he pulled on my slide, this way and that, I enjoyed the unique sensations that this silly little toy was eliciting within me. When I started to get close, it happened very quickly and I almost forgot to let go of the base of my slide as Billy and I had agreed to do.
As I felt my climax begin to bubble to the surface, I wanted to watch myself cum, so I let go of my slide at the last possible second. My sperm was poised on the edge, ready to fly. Billy had anticipated my release and caught my new toy the instant I let go. He quickly encircled his hand around my throbbing cock and proceeded to charm my swimmers right out of my balls. The moment Billy touched me, I exploded with the force of a maritime cannon and the contents of my balls came splattering out in abundance. Billy was the only person on earth who could elicit such a copious response from within me as he milked me for every drop I could produce for him.
"Wow, that was fun," Billy acknowledged. "You chose a winner. These toys are awesome! I suspect we'll be having lots of good times with these two beauties in the near future."
"I agree," I said. "But I must say, it's not so much the toy that's so great, it's the way you play with it, and you are one great playmate!"
We hugged for a long time, drinking in the soothing comfort of each other's company. Then, we got amazingly relaxed, lying side by side until we unintentionally fell asleep. It was unusually early in the evening to be going to bed for the night, but there was no reason to fight it and I couldn't remember being any more content than I was at that moment. Life was good!
The next thing I knew, I was awakened at four o'clock in the morning by Billy's cell phone ringing. I opened my eyes to see Billy holding up his phone and squinting at the screen. He studied the display for a moment, hesitated, and then sighed.
"What do you want?" Billy answered the call without even saying hello first.
Pause.
I groggily listened to Billy's side of the conversation as he continued.
"What do you hope to accomplish?
Pause.
"Haven't you done enough already?"
Pause.
"Okay, fine!"
With that, Billy ended the call and put his phone down.
"Who was that," I asked.
"It's okay babe. Nothing to worry about," Billy whispered. "Go back to sleep."
Billy didn't say anything more about it, so I let it go for now. Everything got quiet again, and soon, I fell back to sleep. About a half hour later, I was awoken once again by a soft, but firm knock at the front door. This time, I looked next to me and Billy was gone. I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and wondered who could be paying Billy a visit at four-thirty in the morning. I heard him answer the door. I figured, if Billy wanted me to be present, he would have woken me, so I sat up in bed and intently listened, keeping myself poised and ready to rush to Billy's side should he need assistance.
"What's so important that you had to come here in the middle of the night?" Billy sternly asked.
"I need your help!" the voice said.
"Why should I help you?" Billy questioned. "You've made my life a living hell with your threats, lies and allegations. What did I ever do to you to make you so bitter?"
"I love you," the voice said.
"You sure have a strange way of showing it," Billy said.
"We were supposed to be together, you and me, not that stranger you've got in your bed right now!"
"That's not a stranger," Billy protested. "You know full well that's Barrett!"
"He's a stranger to me!" the voice said. "He just waltzes into your life, and after you two fuck in an elevator, all of a sudden, he's your husband?"
"Shhh, keep your voice down," Billy hissed.
"You and I have been friends, like... forever, Billy," the voice said. "I should be the one in your bed right now, not him!"
At this point in Billy's conversation, it was clear that he was talking to Derek. I didn't like where this was going at all, and it wasn't likely going to end well either. I struggled with the question, should I go out in the living room and support Billy, or should I stay where I am and let them hash it out once and for all? For the time being, I sat tight and continued to listen.
"That's not how life works, Derek," Billy pointed out.
"Well, it's not fair!" Derek growled. "If you had married Camera like you planned to do, I could have dealt with that. You could have had her to show off to the world of the straight and narrow, and you could have had me to satisfy your sexual desires, quietly, like we did when we were kids."
"Derek, keep your damn voice down," Billy seethed. "What we did when we were kids happened a long time ago, and it was nothing more than a couple of boys being boys. We were friends. We were very good friends. I expected us to be friends for life. But Derek, I love you dearly, as a friend. There are many different kinds of love, but one thing is for sure, we were never lovers****! I've told you this before. Why won't you accept it? It's not my way to let you lead me astray as you've been trying to do for years now. I will live my life the way I see fit and you can't bully me into changing things. I told my parents that when I told them about Barrett, and now, I'm telling you! I see love-hungry people all over the world trying their best to survive, but Derek, you're not trying your best. You're not trying at all. You want it to be your way or nothing. I still want to be your friend. I never meant to hurt you. Maybe it's me who's gone crazy, because I can't understand why we're two people who keep hurting each other when good love is so hard to come by. I can only love you as a friend, nothing more. Can't we just stay together in that way? Is that so hard? Is that impossible?"
Billy sounded like he was nearly in tears as his voice trembled, but he put his heart out on his sleeve anyway and sang for Derek like Billy always does when he's conflicted.
"What's Forever For".
https://youtu.be/6D14_V7Jxmo
I've been looking at people
And how they change with the times
And lately all I've been seeing are people
Throwing love away and losing their minds
Or maybe it's me that's gone crazy
'Cause I can't understand why
All these people keep hurting each other
When good love is so hard to come by
So what's the glory in leaving
Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore
And if love never lasts forever
Tell me what's forever for
I've been listening to people
And they say love is the key
And it's not my way to let them lead me astray
It's only that I want to believe
But I see love-hungry people
Trying their best to survive
While in their hands is a dying romance
And they're not even trying to keep it alive
So what's the glory in leaving
Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore
And if love never lasts forever
Tell me what's forever for
"Singing to me isn't going to fix everything like it did when we were kids, Billy," Derek chided.
"So, is there nothing I could say to keep our friendship alive?" Billy pleaded.
"You know I love you Billy, but I can't just be friends," Derek explained so calmly, it was unnerving. "I've tried, it's just too painful. It's killing me. I can't do it anymore."
"I'm sorry, Derek," Billy sighed. "I can't be what you want me to be."
"Well, I guess your song said it all," Derek cited dryly. "If you can't love me, what's forever for? Goodbye Billy... Goodbye."
With that, Derek turned and calmly walked out the door.
I heard the front door close and I hopped out of bed. I realized I was naked and slipped my briefs on before going into the living room. As I entered, Billy was just standing there, looking very distraught, in pain, and in great need of comforting.
"Are you okay?" I quietly asked, as to not startle Billy with my unexpected presence.
As I walked closer to him, I could see where the tears had fallen down his face.
"What do I do?" Billy said, pleading for guidance. "Tell me what to do."
"We need to get dressed and go to him, like... right now!" I answered.
"What?" Billy said in a fog. He couldn't believe it was me telling him to go to Derek's side.
"I heard your conversation," I informed Billy. "It might sound weird, but if Derek had been screaming or hysterical, I wouldn't be quite so worried. I'm no expert, but the way that Derek was behaving, all calm and composed, suggests that he could be suicidal and needs to be watched that he doesn't try something."
"Try something?" Billy said, still stunned from his encounter.
"Yeah, you know, so he doesn't take a handful of pills or slit his wrists or God forbid, calls a press conference or some other drama," I warned. "Come on, let's go!"
Billy and I went back to the bedroom and hurriedly got dressed and prepared for a possible intervention.
"Where do we go?" Billy asked. "How do we find him?"
"We'll start by driving out to his house," I said, as if I were an expert on the subject.
Once we were ready, we headed for the car. In our haste to leave, our commotion woke Colin and he came out to see what was wrong.
"What's going on, Billy?" Colin yawned.
"Derek was just here and Barrett thinks he might be suicidal," Billy answered. "We're going to make sure he's okay."
"Wait for me, I'm going with you!" Colin said as he ran to his room to get dressed, disappearing before Billy or I could object. Billy followed Colin into his room and tried to talk him out of going.
"You should stay home, Colin," Billy advised.
"No way, Billy," Colin objected. We've both known Derek for a long time. He's my friend too. I'm going!"
The commotion in Colin's room woke Spencer and before we knew it, all four of us were dressed and in the driveway, piling into my car. I nervously started the car and headed for Hope Valley**, the town where Billy and Colin's old neighborhood was located.**
As I traversed the winding road out of our neighborhood, a broken guardrail at one of the sharp turns caught my eye.
"Look there," I announced out loud. "That wasn't broken when I came home from work. I've got a bad feeling about this."
I slowed down and pulled to the side of the road near the damaged rail and parked. Everyone bolted out of my car at once. We walked to the edge of the road where the guardrail was broken. As we looked over the edge and down into the lower embankment, there was a vehicle turned upside down with the engine still revving in high gear.
"Quick, call 9-1-1**," I shuddered.**
Spencer was quick to respond and called in the emergency. Billy was in shock and was unable to move. Colin tried to mount a rescue and rushed off the road to start climbing down to the scene.
Before Colin could get too far, I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the blacktop and away from the edge.
"Don't go down there Colin, it's too steep and dangerous," I stressed. "Let the rescue team do it when they arrive."
Just then, the car below us sprouted a small fire. It crackled and popped for a couple of seconds and I realized we were all standing far to close to the edge and within the danger zone.
"Everybody move back!" I yelled. "Now!"
Before any of us could respond to my warning, the car promptly exploded. The heat from the blast was so intense that I thought we were all going to pass out. Then, a fraction of a second later, the unexpected force of the explosion forced us to take several steps back in fear.
"Is everyone all right?" I asked in a daze.
Everyone unsteadily indicated that they were okay. We all staggered back to my car with our hearts racing and our imaginations running wild.
I experienced a moment of clarity and took charge. I had Billy and Colin sit in the back seat and told them to stay put and keep quiet. I told Spencer to be the spokesman for our group and talk to the police when they arrive, since it was him who called in the report, it made the most sense. I got into the front seat and had Spencer stand outside at the driver's side door and wait.
I strategically placed everyone where I had, for a reason. I didn't want the police questioning Billy, resulting in a career ending headline in the morning papers that would read something like:
"Country Music Star, Billy Gilman Caught In
Love Triangle/Suicide In Charlestown Rhode Island**"**
I didn't want Colin involved either, since the same story could result from simple brotherly association. Spencer was the best choice since he had no known ties to any of us.
We heard the emergency vehicles approach, and in moments, they were scrambling to put out the fire and mount a possible rescue. An investigator approached us, and as I expected would happen, questioned Spencer who they assumed had put in the 9-1-1 call. I put the right man in charge as Spencer expertly answered questions indicating that none of us had actually witnessed the event first hand, and had only reported the incident upon arriving after the fact. The officer stuck his head in the driver's side window and asked for our names to add to his report. As we each gave him our names, he showed no signs of recognition when Billy gave his. Spencer freely offered his name and driver's license and then, we were summarily dismissed from the scene.
Spencer got into the driver's seat and started my car. He slowly began to drive away as the rescue team was hauling up a single body from the wreckage. We all looked closely and discovered that the victim's body was covered, head to toe, suggesting that the victim had not survived the crash.
By this time, it started getting light and the sunrise was soon to follow.
"Do you want me to pull over and let you drive?" Spencer asked.
"No, you drive please," I said.
"Where are we going then?" he asked.
"I don't think I want to go home right now," Colin indicated from the back seat.
"All right," Spencer said.
He drove another mile or two, and then pulled off into a popular rest stop. He then pulled into the large clearing called `Sunrise Horizon' that was located beyond the bathrooms and picnic tables and pulled into a parking spot, positioning the car toward the open vista. Fortunately for us, the lot happened to be secluded, so we had the place to ourselves. Spencer shut off the motor and we all sat in silence as we stared off into the landscape, just as the sun came up over the horizon, delving deep in our own private thoughts.
"That could've been somebody else, right?" Colin questioned. "Maybe it wasn't Derek at all."
"It was him," I confirmed. "Even upside down, I can tell that was Derek's car. I've been in it. I know!"
"Maybe it was a car that looks like Derek's car!" Colin continued.
"We all saw them haul up the body, Colin," Spencer added. "The officer I was talking to said there were no skid marks and the driver was not wearing his seatbelt, so they're calling it a suicide."
"Maybe they can still save him!" Colin said, getting more agitated.
"When they cover the whole body like that with a black tarp, they're dead!" Billy shouted.
"Billy," Colin shouted back at his brother. "What did you do to him? What did you say that would make Derek want to kill himself? I loved him. I loved him so much!"
Colin unexpectedly burst into tears, obviously distraught with grief.
"What do you mean, you loved him?" Billy asked.
After a couple of seconds of silence passed that felt like an eternity, Colin heaved his answer.
"We were lovers... okay!" Colin heatedly disclosed. "We were lovers for a long time... but he wanted you! Why couldn't he love me? Why were you so special? What have you got... that I don't have?"
"You were lovers?" Billy asked in shock, ignoring the rest of what his brother had just said. "You two had sex together? How long was that going on?"
"For years," Colin confessed. "Please don't be mad Spencer. That all happened long before I met you."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing," Billy stated. "You... and Derek... I can't even kill him now. He's already dead!"
"That's not funny Billy," Colin said, becoming more hysterical.
"I wasn't trying to be funny!" Billy growled.
"I think we better go home now, Spencer," I suggested.
"Ah... yeah," Spencer agreed. "I think you're right!"
We all drove back in silence. By the time we got home, it was six o'clock**, and morning had officially arrived. We all went to our separate rooms and went back to bed. Billy wasn't ready to talk about all that happened yet so I just held him close and let him know that I was there when he was ready to open up.**
This was a tragedy that I saw no way of preventing. It had a devastating impact on all of us.
Billy lost his childhood friend, a guy who had always taken the rap for Billy, every time Billy found himself in trouble growing up. He was the one who did Billy's dirty work so Billy could keep his hands clean and his name spotless. Billy always counted on Derek to be the one who did his bidding without question.
Colin lost his former lover that circumstances forced him to reveal to all four of us. It was a dire secret that would probably put a major strain on his relationships, both with Billy and Spencer. Colin's pain was immense since he never got over losing Derek to his big brother Billy who ended up jilting Derek's advances repeatedly over the years. Then to add insult to injury, Colin now realizes that Derek was only using him to get closer to Billy.
Spencer was caught in the middle, now knowing he was Colin's second choice. It was a blow that no doubt hurt him deeply.
As for me, I just found myself in the middle of it all, unable to do much to ease anybody's pain.
For now, I hoped that everyone could just go back to sleep and let the healing begin tomorrow.
To Be Continued ...
Author's Note:
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Special thanks to my editors, Hans Schreiber, Flip McHooter and some "manuscript assistance" from a correspondent in Vancouver for their invaluable editing skills that helped improve this story beyond measure.