Invited

Chapter 15

( Too good to be true? )

I take off my coat and put it in the closet, yelling, "I'm home, Mom."

In a normal voice, she says from the kitchen, "Please, don't yell in the house, Gary. Dinner in a half-hour."

I yell, "Okay, awesome! I'll take a quick shower," and go upstairs to my bedroom.

Stripping down to my underpants, I go down the hall to the bathroom, lock the door, and turn on the shower. My underpants stick to some of Billy's dried cum when I pull them off. That makes me grab my dick and squeeze it. Jeez, I almost don't want to wash his cum off.

Silly, boy!

Yeah, and my face has his dried saliva on it, too, heh-heh. I won't wash either of them off when he's here this weekend unless he tells me to. Haha, we'll see how long that'll last.

I shampoo my short hair in the shower, thinking about what a wonderful afternoon I had with Billy. He admitted he was as gay as me for the first time and loved me. I already knew both things, but did he? Maybe he just realized it earlier today. No, I think he knew both emotions have been evident for a couple of months but had difficulty admitting it to himself, never mind admitting it to me.

As I'm soaping a washcloth with a bath gel, I wonder if anyone in the world has ever been in love as much as I'm in love with Billy Underwood? My love for him is unconditional. There isn't a single thing about him I don't love and adore. It's almost like I worship him. I suppose that's blasphemy, but I don't care. Then I concentrate on washing because he deserves a super hygienic girl/guy, and that's what he will get in me.

After the shower, I take my time getting my hair just right. Billy likes our haircuts looking the same. When I've got it perfectly down on top, the bristly hairs at the crown spiking up; I comb the hairs in front straight up. That's how he combs his hair.

After putting on new jeans and a polo shirt, I pull up the shirt to spray a tiny bit of AXE Body Spray on my chest. Okay, that's the best I can make myself for him, and I think I look good! Haha, well, I do.

I've never been this happy in my life. Hell, before Billy, I can't remember ever being truly happy. He's brought something fantastic to my life, something I couldn't dream about eight months ago. I couldn't dream about it because I didn't know happiness like this existed.

At dinner, not knowing what to expect, I follow Billy's advice and come right out, casually saying. "Billy Underwood might spend a night with me when you guys are in Florida."

Mom says, "Oh, what a wonderful idea! He's so nice, and he's older and seems to be a very mature young man."

I go, "What, and I'm not?"

She shakes her head, "No, I didn't mean it that way, honey. I just feel better that someone will be here with you."

"Are you saying you don't think I can be on my own for three stinking days? I'll be eighteen in two weeks."

Dad swallows some meatloaf and goes, "It's not that Gary, um, it's just that accidents happen, and if someone else is with you, well, it's better, that's all."

Mom says, "Why can't Billy stay all three nights?"

Oh boy! This is going great!

Hiding my excitement, I'm like, "You don't have any confidence in me, do you?"

She says, "Of course we do, dear, but ask Billy about Saturday and Sunday nights. That's all I'm suggesting. I'll have frozen pizzas for you guys, and, well, you two decide what other foods you'd like me to stock up for you."

I eat some mashed potatoes trying not to smile at how awesome things are turning out. Dad says, "Plus, a snowstorm is predicted late Friday night. You wouldn't want to be stuck inside for three days alone, would you?"

"You have a good point there, Dad. I didn't know about the storm. This will be a good test to see if Billy and I are compatible with being roommates at college. If so, he'll pay half the expenses of the apartment."

Mom eats a tiny piece of broccoli and says, "You two have been inseparable for months. Why wouldn't you be compatible?"

I go, "It's Billy's idea. He wants to be sure which is why he's thinking of spending the night. He wants to see if I snore, perhaps."

They both chuckled, then Mom said, "Ask him to stay all three nights, Gary. Three nights will be a better compatibility test," She and Dad exchanged looks of approval like they were putting something over on me.

Yeah, well, they were concerned about me being here alone for three nights, and that's insulting. The good thing is they didn't get negative when I mentioned the apartment. They're both happy that I'll be going to college, so they've caved in about an apartment near the campus. Gee, I thought they didn't care if I went to college, but obviously, I was wrong about that.

After dinner, I go upstairs to wash up and brush my teeth. Then, although it doesn't need it, I recomb my hair. Let me think, um, yes, Billy still has one of the condoms I gave him this afternoon. Hmm, I'll get two more from my stash on the closet's top shelf just in case, then go downstairs.

Getting my puffer jacket on, I mumble, "Billy and I are going to hang out for a while," and then I'm out the front door as Mom says something I don't completely hear. Whatever.

It's cold outside, but I like being on time even though I expect to be waiting for Billy. I pace around with my hands in my pockets, smiling and anxious to tell him that we're all set for this weekend.

When he pulls to the curb ten minutes late, showing me his great smile, I hurriedly get in the SUV, then lean over for a kiss. Billy says, "Stop it! You're overdoing it again," and then, "Put your seatbelt on."

I do that, saying, "You kissed me goodbye an hour and a half ago, so how am I overdoing it trying for a kiss hello?"

He mumbles, "We're both overdoing it. That's what I meant."

Huh, he's had an hour and a half to rethink his confessions about being gay and in love with me. That's okay, though; he said those things and meant them. That was a massive step for him, a substantial first step. I'll just let it all sink in without pressing the point.

Excitedly, I tell him, "My parents talked me into asking you to spend all three nights with me. Isn't that fantastic?"

He goes, "They talked you into it? Whaddaya mean?"

After telling him how the conversation went at the dinner table, he smiles, "You hot shit. You played that perfectly. Some of my deviousness is rubbing off on you."

"You're not the least bit devious. My idol couldn't be devious; no way!"

Smiling, he glanced over at me, "There you go building up my ego again." Driving away from the curb, he adds, "I like being your idol."

"Are we going to the Sears parking lot, Billy?"

He goes, "Does a beaver piss in a creek?" I mutter, "I suppose so," and we snicker.

Billy says, "You'll be happy to know I remembered bringing a joint with me tonight."

I don't especially like smoking pot, so I just nod and mutter, "Oh?"

Parking behind the dumpster, we both get out to put down the second and third row of seats, then climb in the back and pull the doors shut. Billy left the heater running in the idling van, so we took our coats off, and I sat next to him, both of us resting our backs against the back of the front seat. Billy gets his arm around me, and I snuggle against him.

He says, "I smell that body spray you use," then he nuzzles his face against my neck and chuckles, muttering, "But I like how you smell better."

He's always telling me that. I'm like, "Can I kiss you now?"

He makes a face, "How many times have I told you not to pout?"

"And how often have I told you I'm not 'effing pouting!"

He snickers, "Okay, you're right; I should have let you kiss me when you wanted to. Go ahead, kiss me."

Putting my hand behind his head, both of us grinning now, I give him the kind of sloppy, saliva-wet messy kiss he sometimes gives me. Chuckling, he licks my mouth, chin, and nose, so I start licking his tongue until we both laugh.

He hugs my shoulders, "You're getting awfully feisty for a girl/guy." We mess around grinning and kissing, then he rubs his cheek on mine, mumbling, "Your skin is so smooth and soft. Do you have a beard at all?"

I mutter, "Not much yet, but I shave twice a week to be good for you."

He asks, "What do you think about the popular trend of guys wearing various-length beards?" Shrugging, "I don't think about it all, but since you mentioned it, I like your cute beardless face the way it is."

He pinches my nose, "I'm not cute like you, Gary. Don't be condescending."

"I'm not! To me, you're cute, especially your profile. Look at your profile in a mirror sometime, and then tell me you don't think it's cute."

He mutters, "I'm unlikely to do that, but thanks. More ego-boosting to me from you."

He pulls on my arm getting me to sit on his lap so that I'm facing him with his arms around the back of my neck. We kiss and, grinning, do more licking on each other's mouths; our teeth are shiny white, and our tongues are pink as bubblegum.

Billy finally laughs and pulls my head forward, the sides of our heads together, and he whispers, "Do you have a boner?" I murmur, "Yep, and I'm about to blow a load in my pants."

He says, "Get on your hands and knees. I'll do the rest."

On my hands and knees, Billy's behind me, reaching around my waist with both arms; he unbuttons my jeans, then pulls them down, pats my ass, pulls my underpants down, then kisses my right buttocks and murmurs, "I told you I like your cute butt, didn't I?"

I go, "Uh-huh." My boner is wet with precum, hard up against my belly, and throbbing.

Billy holds a condom packet in front of my eyes, saying, "It's the last one from this afternoon."

He's on his knees between my legs, pulling his pants down. He pats my butt cheek, then rips open the condom and wipes some lube from it on my asshole, then on his boner's head, and all up and down it giggling, saying, "I might cum before I stick it in. That's how excited I am about doing this with you."

"Go ahead, Billy, stick it in. Hurry up."

He snickers again, muttering, "We're out of our 'effing minds."

Without jamming his cock in, he instead puts his dick's hard head at my asshole and exerts subtle pressure, then a little more force until the head spreads open my anus. A little more, then sliding extremely tightly inside me, we both go, "Ahh!"

I'm wildly aroused and, therefore, able to ignore the pain. Grimacing, I push my ass back, and his boner slides tightly inside another two inches. Billy makes a hissing sound, then murmurs, "Fuck, that feels good."

He pushes it in the rest of the way and leans his chest on my back, humping against me, murmuring, "Are you okay?"

Nodding my head, I hold my breath, then grunt, "Uh-huh." The pain begins lessening, then fades away. I add, "It feels awesome, as always."

Pressing his crotch against my buttocks, he says, "You've got the world's best ass, Wally," and then he giggles. I go, "Thanks, Woody. Hey, that is a good nickname for you because of your wooden penis."

We chuckle, then he starts moving his wooden penis, and all bantering stops. Serious now, I gasped, "Oh, yeah, do it, Billy."

He does four full thrusts using his entire five inches of chubby, hard boner; then it's fast and furious shorter thrusting with the "Slap, slap, slap" sounds joining out moans of sexual pleasure.

It goes on for only three minutes before I squeak out a sound, humping my hips, shooting out a long stream of creamy cum that goes straight out about three feet, clipping my chin, then seems to hang in the air before dropping unceremoniously to the SUV's carpeted floor.

Gasping, my head drops to my hands as Billy pounds away, rocking me to and fro; then, he does an extra hard thrust and leaves his boner there as he unloads his teenage spunk, making a desperate gasping sound. Heavy breathing follows as he lies on my back, his arms hugging me tightly.

Letting go, he takes a deep, shuddering breath, lifts off me, and pulls his cock from my ass, mumbling, "That was good. Too quick, but still good."

I roll over onto my back, avoiding my cum shot on the floor, and ask, "Do you love me?"

Making a face, he reaches for the Handiwipes in the pouch behind the passenger seat, muttering, "Yeah, I already told you I did. Roll over on your stomach, and I'll wipe the ass of my best girl/guy."

Instead of rolling over, I get on my hands and knees again, mumbling, "I'm your only girl/guy."

Billy goes, "Yeah, whatever. Okay, on your hands and knees will work," and he swipes one of the Handiwipes up my ass crack, telling me, "That was a big load of jism I shot inside you. And motherfucker, did it ever feel good too!"

My jeans and underpants are now under my knees as I push my ass up, mumbling, "Take care of me, Woody."

He snickers, "Don't call me that, Wally!"

Patting my ass, he says, "Here, sit on this fresh Handiwipe while I clean my pecker."

Pulling my jeans and underpants halfway up my thighs, I plop over onto the wipe and lean against the back of the front seat. Billy uses two wipes to clean his flaccid dick as he asks me, "How many times do you think we'll be able to mess around when we sleep together?"

Shrugging, I go, "Maybe ten, but I don't know. You're my top guy, so I assume you'll decide."

He pulls his pants up and sits next to me, his arm automatically going across my shoulder, then pulling me tight against him. Sighing, sounding contented, he says, "Well, I'm not 'effing Superman, but I'll do my best."

I mutter, "I have no doubt about that, and you are Superman to me."

He looks down at my limp dick and says, "Hmm, you've got a bubble of cum at your pee-pee slit," and with his arm sliding off my shoulder, he leans over and picks my dick up, then puts it in his mouth to suck on the head using his lips. I squeak out, "Ahh," and his tongue sliding over the bubble of cum. My body is stiff as a board, "Ah, ah, ah, Billy, oh."

He strokes my dick and goes down on it four or five times, then takes it out of his mouth, saying, "I was interested to see if I could get a boner on you right after you just blew a load. I couldn't, though."

I'm breathing deeply, grunting, "You stopped too soon." He shrugs and gets his arm around me again, mumbling, "Your cum droplet didn't have any taste."

Snuggling against him again, I murmur, "Thanks for sucking my dick a little."

"Yeah, uh-huh, I need to do that more often for my boyfriend. Remind me, and I will."

His boyfriend!

I'm waiting for him to renege on the boyfriend remark, but he doesn't. He says, "Ya know, sometimes at night before going to sleep, I marvel at how right my instinct was about you. Well, you're even better than I imagined, but that was some instinct I had, ya know?"

I mutter, "I'll say, but you're wicked smart."

He mutters, almost to himself, "But how did I know we'd be so perfect together? So perfect for each other; it's a mystery."

Then, in a normal voice, he tells me, "I somehow knew we were meant to be together going way back to that day on the high school blacktop. I kept looking at you, and, of course, I knew you, but I never noticed you. Do you know what I mean? Something just clicked, and I walked four miles home with you. That will tell you something right there. I mean, me walking four miles!"

Everything he says is music to my ears. I'm waiting for more, but he looks at me and asks, "How do you think I knew we'd be perfect for each other?"

Shaking my head, I shrug, mumbling, "I don't know, but you've been a dream come true for me. Did you know that both our distant ancestors are English? Immigrated from England."

He goes, "Yeah, I did know that, and sure, you are immature at times which is why I need to look after you, but you're also a unique combination of innocence, persistence, sincerity, and likability. You'll stick up for yourself and you seem to have a healthy ego, but without being arrogant, overly proud, or selfish. That's quite a list of positive personality traits. It's kinda unbelievable, and then there's your miracle rectum too. Jesus, what a combination!"

Lifting my head to look into his big brown eyes, I'm like, "Gee, I didn't know all that."

Shrugging elaborately, he snickers and says, "I was able to figure it all out because I think about you a lot. It's like I've never met anyone like you, and I'm wicked intrigued why, um, you know, why I love you the way I think I do. Nobody's like you, Gary! Don't you know that?"

I'm like, "But, nobody's like you either. Everybody is different, don't you know that?"

He shakes his head, "Well, everyone's different, but not different like you're different. That's what I meant, but stop it now. I don't want to talk about it anymore, okay? I said what I said."

I settle back tightly against him, muttering, "One of the things you said I especially liked!"

Billy uses his fingertips to rub the bristly hairs at the crown of my head, murmuring, "You should like everything I said because it was all very complimentary of you."

I murmur, "Who you love, right?"

He laughs, "Yes, who I love, and I hope to hell I don't regret it."

It's Monday, so we've got a way to go before Friday night when we'll be sleeping together for the first time, but the timing of his revelations couldn't be timelier for our upcoming sleepover.

Complicating things a little, Billy's concerned about midterms coming up and says, "I might need to stay in a couple of nights this week studying. That way, I won't need to worry about it during our weekend together."

I'm like, "What? Are you saying we can't get together a couple of nights this week?"

He sounds irritated, "Don't be a baby! I don't like it any more than you do, but I've gotta stay on top of my studies. When you start going to class, I'll stay on top of your studies too."

Oh, fuck, I don't like the sound of that. I go, "I got through high school without much studying, Billy. I know how to work the process of getting by with B's and C's."

Shaking his head, he mutters, "We don't need to talk about this now, but an attitude adjustment is in your future. Let's smoke this 'effing joint outside. I want to get high and see where we fly together."

Taking his arm off my shoulders, "C'mon, bro, get your coat on."

After adjusting our pants, we put on our coats and stood outside. Billy lights one of the joints he stole from his brother. As I'm going from foot to foot in the cold night, I mumble, "I should have thought to wear my Koda Cap."

Billy inhales off the joint, holds the smoke in, then exhales and says in that funny voice you have after taking a tote off a joint, "Koda Cap? Is that the hat with attached ear muffs?"

He holds the joint to my lips, and I suck in some marijuana smoke, nod my head, exhale and go, "Yeah, it's an 'effing warm cap."

Billy goes, "Hold the smoke in next time, and no boyfriend of mine is wearing a geeky cap with a bill and earmuffs."

I mutter, "Oh, um, yeah, it is kind of geeky."

He goes, "Nerdy too," and drags off the joint.

We don't talk anymore as we get high finishing the joint. When it's a half-inch roach, Billy tries to drag off it, burns his lip, spits it away, then keeps spitting as we both bust a nut laughing, hanging on to each other. Still laughing, we stagger around until we trip on a batch of broken blacktop, ending on our asses.

Still holding on to each other, Billy looks serious, "Oops, what was that? Why are we sitting on the 'effing ground?"

We start giggling like a couple of silly girls, then lie back on the cold hard blacktop as I point at the sky, "Look, the Milky Way."

Billy's arm is under my neck, so he pulls my head next to his and says in a weird voice, "There are as many as 400 billion stars in the Milky Way Galaxy. You're seeing maybe two or three thousand of them."

I mutter, "I need to pee." He goes, "Hmm, I think I do too."

We lie next to each other without taking a piss or talking for some time, who knows how long, and then I swing my leg over Billy's legs and lie on top of him to rub my nose against his before settling my head on his shoulder.

His cold hand squeezes the back of my neck as he mumbles, "As many as 400 billion stars in the Milky Way spiral galaxy and as many as two trillion galaxies in the observable Universe. Let's see, um, 400 billion stars times two trillion galaxies equals, um..."

I mutter, "Can we take a piss now, Billy?"

We stagger up, brush each other off, then turn to the dumpster and take out our dicks. Billy says, "Let's see who can hit the dumpster."

Neither of us hits the dumpster, but our piss streams are almost identical. That gets Billy excited. "Same haircuts, twin penises, and identical piss streams! What else are we alike, Gary?"

I go, "We're within twenty months of identical ages."

As we put our dicks back in our pants, he mutters, "That's hardly identical."

Our highs are wearing off, so we get back in the warm SUV, rubbing our hands together, Billy muttering, "Cold as a motherfucker tonight."

I nod, then ask, "Hey, how come you're almost twenty, and I'm almost eighteen, but we both graduated the same year?"

Taking our coats off, Billy goes, "What the hell? We've been boyfriends for almost eight months, and you're just getting around to asking that?"

I'm like, "Have we been boyfriends for almost eight months?"

He snickers, "Yeah, mostly unaware of it, but yeah, almost eight months. Don't you think so?"

I go, "Yeah, but I was aware of it. Um, so how come you're almost two years older than me?"

We get in our regular position against the back of the front seat, Billy's arm around me.

He says, "You started first grade earlier than normal at that rural elementary school. I went to a good elementary school, but I got tuberculosis in second grade when I was seven years old. Who the fuck knows how, but I got it and didn't handle it very well. I ended up on a six-month program called isoniazid and missed many school days that year and had to repeat second grade, plus that 'effing diseased stunted my growth!"

I'm like, "Oh, damn, that terrible! I'm sorry you had to go through that."

He shrugs, "It was a lifetime ago. I wish I were taller, but I was far from the shortest guy in our class so it could have been worse. Still, yeah, it was a blowjob of a year! I don't like to think about it."

"I'm sorry I made you think about it now." He goes, "That's okay. How was that joint?"

We talked about that, laughing and having fun being together while enjoying the private part of our lives that only we knew about. Well, yeah, if it's personal, a secret, of course, only we would know about it.

Whatever, everything is wonderful and looking better than ever for us. However, I am somewhat breathless and flabbergasted at how fully, almost overnight, Billy's agreed with me that we're gay boyfriends in love, and he seems comfortable with it too. He speaks of it as if he's been on board with this for months instead of a couple of days.

Using my brain, I adopt his attitude and pretend he has been on board with our gay lover affair for months, not making the obvious point that he hasn't.

In addition to Billy playfully having fun and laughing a lot more than ever before, he's being very amorous tonight, kissing, hugging, and rubbing his hands all over me while complimenting me about my looks and my miracle rectum. Tonight's our best messing around date yet.

Well, yeah, he still calls it messing around instead of fucking. I don't care, though. Taking most of our clothes off, we do it again with me on my back, my legs pulled back, and him grinning or smiling at me as he fucks me gently for ten minutes or so, and then we climax together.

The top of my head blows off when I have that climax floating way up there in the stars. Not really; my head didn't blow off, but it was an extraordinary orgasm being loved and having that love expressed by my lover.

Lying on the floor in Billy's arms, the SUV has become overheated, so we're sweating as we kiss and exchange perspiration. Billy murmured, "You've ruined me for anyone else, Gary. No one else could satisfy me the way you do. I think about you all day long, dreaming every day will be like the one we had today. I mean, us being together most of the day."

I murmur, "All day would be better." He chuckles, "Yes, it would. Um, when you're in college, we'll try taking some of the same classes, and I'll let you hold my hand in class. Hee-hee, not really."

Ha! He's the one who's always holding my hand. I mumble, "You're so romantic," and we snicker.

He goes, "I'm learning that from you."

More kissing, and we fuck again pretty much the way we did it the second time; me on my back with my legs pulled back. It's a three-bagger-messing-around for the first time!

Finally, we use a half dozen Handiwipes to clean up as well as we can, then get dressed. Billy sighs and quietly asks, "In time, do you think we'll get tired of one another?"

Shaking my head, "No, I don't. Or, I'll never get tired of you; I know that much. I'll do everything to ensure you never get tired of me."

It's getting late, so I wipe at the cum shots on the floor as Billy puts up the seats; then, when we get in the front seats, he looks at me, smiling and saying, "I wonder how many young lovers have promised to love one another all their lives and it lasts only three months?"

I'm like, "They're losers, and we're not."

He chuckles, "I believe you, Wally." I go, "Thanks, Woody."

We have a ten-second lovers' kiss goodbye at the curb outside my house. "Think of me during the day, Gary. This is probably the last time we're together until Friday night, but I'll be here at seven on Friday." Another quick kiss, then I mumble, "I think about you all the time. Goodnight, Billy."

You know, rarely, but once in a great while, when things seem too good to be true, they continue that way against all odds. Maybe it even gets better.

To be continued... donnymumford@outlook.com

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