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Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm. Finally, thanks to all you loyal readers who have stuck with this story through thick and thin.
Chapter Ninety-Five Monday Aug 12
"Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got that broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows..."
Leonard Cohen "Everybody Knows"
Billy Herms awoke to find someone's head on his shoulder. He gave a slow wiggle, almost waking Jorge in the process. He looked across the aisle at Moose who had a new seat-mate. Now it was Hank sitting next to him rather than Davie. He caught Hank's eye who nodded and then went back to his whispered conversation with the Moose.
Billy tried to see where they were, but it was the usual assortment of gently rolling hills, many covered with the ripening corn but not all. Many fields looked fallow, Billy guessing some early season crop already harvested. But it looked odd regardless. He would have to ask Big Jim about it, one of the few team members who did not live in the city. Big Jim loved to play up his rural address, although Billy suspected his dad had more experience in a rural setting than the Muller's did. For all Big Jim loved to play the hayseed, the closest he and his family got to farming was visiting the roadside stands for fresh sweet corn. That brought a rumble to Billy's stomach.
He could not remember when he ate last. He knew he didn't have breakfast yet, did he? He had vague memories of staggering onto the bus this morning, more asleep than awake, his dad's face, and Kroos' and Harry's and Rocko's -
no! that was yesterday right?
He wished Kroos were here right now to help him sort out all the images swarming around his brain. The last thing he was clear about, really clear and not all mixed up with those horny sex images, was being at the docs', running his butt off trying to keep the afternoon from flying into a thousand pieces. So when things started getting all distorted and movie-like, the whole thing with Baby Huey getting his check-up, that was clear in his memory right? But the whole thing with Harry being there, and then that hothead cop with Harry, the one Billy tried to sabotage on their ride home, and then those guys showing up Kroos knew, wasn't one of them the same guy from Saturday at Mort's? Was he at the Y too?
Billy had scattered fractured images of himself and Baby Huey trying to repair that damned machine at the docs' office after one of those guys broke it. That must have been John Bigfoot from Mort's? Y? because the other guy was trying to hide in the back as best he could. Why it fell to Billy and Baby to fix the machine he could not remember... something about the frequent trips to the restrooms? Was all the heat and humidity fucking with the electronics?
But one thing Billy did not have difficulty remembering, if anything he was trying hard not to remember, what the huge explosion at the docs' office when the console blew up right in front of their noses. Billy thought he was a goner when the room filled up with fire and sparks and smoke. But Billy felt himself, looking down at his clothes fearing he needed to put out the flames but he was not on fire. Instead he looked down at himself and saw he was fuckin bareass naked, and glowing blue like a goddamn neon beer sign! He wanted to scream, to attract someone's attention, but then he saw Baby Huey glowing purple and then Rocko and then Kroos, all naked all shining like blue torches. At some point he heard the sirens outside, then every car alarm in town wailing like crazy, and when he realized he was no longer in the office but somewhere in the parking lot, seeing the one cop stagger from his squadcar holding his ears, but he was naked too, a bright pink in contrast to Billy's blue-white arms reaching out to him, then Billy saw the lakeshore. But it wasn't down the hill and seven blocks away; it was a wall of foaming water crossing the street and heading for him like a rock-concert audience bursting through the fence at a full frenzied gallop. Billy turned to run then was looking down at the waves rolling beneath and past him, cars and parts of buildings and various frightening debris roiling and churning away and continuing the onslaught further and further west. But Billy was dry and blue, floating suspended somehow. That's when he woke up smashed against Jorge like two long-lost lovers.
"Lemme through" Billy was struggling to his feet, squeezing through the five inch gap between Jorge's knees and the seat before him. Billy was already in the aisle when he saw someone entering the tiny john ahead of him. From the shape he knew it was one of the minnows but he cared less which one.
"You finally awake?" Moose grabbed Billy by the waist steadying him.
"I think so."
"Good" Moose felt the flesh under his grip begin to warm "we gotta talk Herms."
"No shit..." Billy had both hands on the seats. No sooner did he have a good grip than the bus changed lanes, Billy shifting his weight to stay standing "but like here?"
"But like here" Moose let go, sensing Billy was getting his bearings.
"Can I..." Billy saw the door to the john open and a guy named Ed? Ted? come out "I gotta piss" and before a line formed Billy waddled his way down the aisle, a brief sidestep to ooze past Ed? and get to the door before someone else cut in front of him.
Billy closed the door behind him, a bit amazed how clean the facility still was. With a busload full of fellow wrestlers, even some overflow from the hated football team in back, he just assumed the john would look like the Mongol horde had used it to board their sheep or something. But except for some strays scraps of toilet paper here and there, it was almost clean enough for grown-ups. Billy sat there with his pants around his knees, the rocking of the bus almost beginning to rock him to sleep again. He finished fast when there was a knock, opening the door to see a sleep-smeared Will standing there.
"Herms get your ass outa there" already trying to push past him.
"Keep yer pants on I'm finished" Billy pushed past him. Did Will really slap his ass on the way past? That was easier to handle than thinking it was one of these minors sprawled everywhere, their eyes closed playing possum? Billy staggered his way back to his seat, but it was somebody Billy did not recognize sitting next to a sleeping Jorge, Moose patting the vacant seat next to him.
"Where'd Hank go?" Billy took the aisle seat as Moose slid his beefy butt over to the window seat.
"Somewhere..." Moose looked out the window "you awake now?"
"Sorta..."
"Awake enough to talk about yesterday?"
"What about..." Billy tried to chew his fingernail but Moose yanked it from his mouth "hey!"
"Don't know where it's been" Moose gave one of his evil smirks "but knowin you..."
"Hey I washed my hands!" which he did just before Will broke in the door.
"I mean before..." nodding over at Jorge and who? "you two were almost trading handjobs before - "
"That's BULL!"
"Good, now you're awake" Moose ignored the heads turning back at them "now we talk."
"Okay..." Billy tried to get the attention of the two across the aisle, but Jorge was out cold and the other guy even less help "about what?"
"About yesterday for starters..." Moose noticed Doug pretending to sleep in his seat in front of Billy's, but pressing his ear to the gap between the seats hearing Moose's words.
"What about it?"
"Where were you yesterday? And for crissakes don't tell me at the docs'!"
"Yeah... I was there."
"How? Y'tryin t'tell me the cops like didn't shut that place down as soon as...?"
"They did" Billy tried to bite his fingernail but Moose yanked it away again "the whole place was turned upside down yesterday morning, okay?" Billy lowered himself in the seat "and no... they didn't find... stuff."
"They will... eventually" Moose whispered back knowing at least Doug was listening "and my basement's like the first place they're gonna look."
"Your dad know - "
"Of course he knows" Moose grabbed Billy's wrist "about my eighty-five boxes of wrestling supplies. He can't figure out why I gotta store them, and not the school okay? I told him once school starts they're outa there. If the cops don't find them first" drilling into Billy again "you are like the master of that, y'know?"
"Of what?"
"Of getting the chump to change the subject. You should be like a fuckin lawyer or somethin."
"What? Not a doc?" wiggling his fingers in the air.
"Try that on someone don't know better" Moose pulled his hand down before they attracted attention. But except for one or two guys with their music plugged into their ears, everyone was sleeping "now, back to... yesterday. How'd you get them to open the docs' office?"
"It was already open. Like Harry Connors and Kroos opened it."
"Yeah right."
"Baby Huey threatened shit if they didn't give him his clean bill of health for this shit today. And once his dad got involved - "
"His dad was there too?" Moose rolled his eyes "you mean the whole town's goin down the toilet flying into a thousand pieces but somehow they got time to film another dad-and-son sex show?"
"His dad wasn't there okay? But Jimmy called his dad and his dad made sure Jimmy got anything Jimmy wanted."
"He wanted what exactly?"
"A clean bill on his exam, that's all."
"What kind of exam?"
"Well..." Billy damned himself with the hesitation. Moose was all over him in a second.
"Oh not, not like with the machines and the green shit and - "
"He wanted it okay? Moose he like asked for it, literally."
"Nobody WANTS to be put through that kinda shit."
"Well Jimmy did, and he got what he wanted - boy did he get what he wanted."
"Don't tell me - like..." looking around to see who was listening besides Doug "the rubber junior up the butt? Or worse up the butt?"
"Yeah, the 'worse' up the butt."
"Jimmy really wanted that?"
"Fuck no, he didn't want THAT... he wanted the... side effect..." Billy lowered his head "don't spread it around but... when y'no longer gotta deal with your micro-dick problem... cause now y'got somethin like in a porno movie... "
"Y'sayin the docs got a new treatment to give you a bigger dick?"
"Their 'exams' and treatments have gotten a whole lot more sophisticated since you were there Moose okay?"
"Just my fuckin luck - "
"Like you need a bigger dick."
"Like everyone wants a bigger dick okay?" Moose socked Billy in the gut "except maybe you. Y'get into enough trouble with the one y'already got. But how is Baby Huey gettin the Kroos Special gonna happen when the whole town's power's is goin out?"
"The town really blacked out?"
"Yeah Billy it really did okay?"
"I thought that was just part of..."
"Part of what?"
"This dream or nightmare or whatever. I still think somehow Kroos gave me some drugs cause I swear I was like hallucinating..."
"Talk to me Herms..."
"I don't know what t'tell ya, none of it makes sense okay?"
"What did you see? Somethin at the docs'? Besides Jimmy who was there?"
"Me and Jimmy, and Kroos of course. And Chief of Police Connors, and one of his cops. That's when things got weird, was that before or after Jimmy?" Billy tried to put this together in his own head "no I think that was before - no after. Cause that cop somehow broke Kroos' machine, y'know the one? Well that weird guy from last night - the one that told us when to leave before the cops showed up? Yeah him. Yeah, like he knew exactly what was going to happen, and wanted to get out butts outa there before the roof caved in. He and Kroos were the ringleaders, trying to get the machine to work - yeah that's right! I was writing down these things Nelson - that's the cop's name - was babbling, weird shit Moose, like code or something, then Jimmy's the one figure out I was writing them down wrong or some shit. Then we watched his movie - Baby Huey not only wants the whole town watching Kroos give him a bigger dick - yeah really! -but he whips out his digital at the right moment and tells the guys to film it okay? Yeah, yeah, the cops took all the 'real' cameras long before I show up okay? So here's Baby Huey taking home movies of this shit and when we play it back, John and Kroos are like glued to the screen, and that's when they get the numbers right - don't ask me, ask Jimmy, he's like this math wiz or some shit! Yeah football player math geek, go figure! So the two haveta like reprogram that damn machine and that's when..."
"When what Herms?"
"Yer gonna think I'm trippin..."
"Already do. When what happened?"
"The two guys... the two Johns... no you don't know the other one, but Joel did, or does, I can't figure it out. Anyway" Billy scoots down far in the seat, his back to the aisle "I swear I'm not makin this up, but if it really went down like this y'gotta ask Jimmy okay? Cause by that point I thought I was seeing everyone glowing this weird blue light - no don't say it, I know how fucked it sounds - and the two John are like..." Billy put his hand over his mouth, cupping it into Moose's ear "like doing each other okay? Like blowing each other! And they're both hooked up to the machine, working fine - shit better'n fine I'm thinkin... and then I swear Moose the whole room is like blowing up! Like a big blue bomb going off in slow motion - no it don't make no sense! At all okay? But then... I know I'm trippin cause the next thing I know I'm like watchin the whole Lake Michigan start to tidal wave, like this gigantic tsunami right over the whole town okay?"
"Herms you are makin this up!"
"I hope t'god I am. I hope what really happened is like sometime during all the shit in the exam room I like fell and hit my head or some shit. Okay?"
"Your head looks just fine Herms!"
"Well then somehow I started breathing fumes or chemicals in the room, and that's why I passed out or some shit. Or like the time I was in there with the coach - knock it off I told ya all about that already! - and I like imagine half of what goes down with them that night. But when I start to come to, I'm not sure. Cause some of the stuff I thought I was hallucinating I think really happened. Some of the sex shit I mean. Not the weird blue lights and science fiction shit, okay?"
"When did all that weird shit happen? At the docs..." Moose knew Billy was capable of any load of bullshit once he started talking but this stuff was too weird even for him "like what time do you think it was when your bullshit Sex Bomb or whatever went off?"
"I don't know..." Billy's fingernails were disappearing fast "wait! I remember Harry talking about wrapping it up, and Jimmy saying something about it was getting late, time to go home for supper... so maybe around five?"
"Five or six?"
"I don't KNOW! Okay?" Billy did not like Moose's expression. He was expecting Moose to be rolling his eyes, and giving him that impatient peeved look. Instead Moose had the same deeply worried nervous look Billy had not seen since... since that Saturday! Since Moose's big fundraiser "it coulda been later, maybe six, okay?"
"Billy, I was over at Ern's sayin goodbye - no don't interrupt! - and the whole family's right in the middle of supper and damnit Billy! all the lights in town start blinking out sometime around five-twenty, okay? You don't remember that? You don't remember being in the docs' office and suddenly everything going black?"
"I told ya! I remember things getting more and more weird until the whole room is lighting up like... like a bomb going off okay?" Billy thought Moose was now catching whatever mental disease he had.
"Something's really fucked up here."
"No shit..." Billy punched Moose "wait! You're not actually believin... I mean look Moose! I was passed out on the floor probably, you ain't believin any of this are you?"
"I don't know what to believe" Moose watched the changing scenery out the window "but it sounds like I gotta grab some bastards and shake the truth out of them! That fuckin Baby for starters!"
"So what's this about sayin goodbye to Ern? Ain't he on the bus? I thought I saw him on the way back to the john - "
"Then you are on drugs Herms okay?" Moose's face fell and took on a disturbing gray cast beneath his tan "cause he ain't here okay? He's gone!"
"Whatdya mean 'gone'? Like he's not going to camp? He's droppin outa wrestling?"
"Billy he's gone!" Moose yelled, attracting the attention of the two in front of them. Doug's face appeared between the seats and whispered back at them,
"You okay Moose? Y'need anything?"
"I'm fine okay?" Moose growled back. Billy could tell beneath all his rage he was hurting. Big Moose was confused and pissed... and trying to deal with the shock. Billy was about to question Moose when he felt a hand on the back of his neck, yanking him across the aisle.
"Olson's dad's movin the whole family" Hank grabbed him, leaving his seat in front of Jorge and the guy Billy didn't know "Moose just found out yesterday, okay?"
"Moose? This true?" Billy turned back to him, Hank's grip still on his neck "but he was - "
"He was tryin t'tell Moose, tell all of us Saturday" Hank continued, seeing Moose facing the window "but we were all too... preoccupied to listen okay? Luckily Moose was not arrested Saturday so he was able to go over to the Olson's - "
"But didn't they grab Ern with the rest of the guys in the audience?"
"Guess not" Hark crouched down in the aisle, daring anyone to budge him "guess y'gotta ask your friend Harry Connors about that one."
"Damn..." Billy put his hand on Moose's leg "I'm like really sorry Moose, okay? Can I do anything?"
Moose did not respond, Billy almost thought he heard a suppressed sob from Moose but it could have been a cough. He was not going to press him.
"Moose thought Ern was gonna leave later in the year" Hank continued "if then, okay? We all knew his dad was thinking of the other job, but no one - especially Ern! - was expecting everything to happen like now. So that's when Moose got the news. Yesterday okay? And with everything else happening, it was the worst possible timing."
"Ern's already gone?"
"He saw us off this morning" Hank slugged him "but you were too out of it to notice. I think you talked to him for a few seconds, you remember that?"
"Not a bit."
"Your folks got you on pills or something? Cause y'know if the coach or the docs' find out - "
"I ain't on drugs okay?" Billy snapped at Hank, something very unusual for him "so fuckin drop it!"
"C'mon Billy somethin's really weird. I know a lotta the guys are all strung out not getting sleep last night and all but - "
"And all I did was sleep since... yesterday at the docs..."
"Billy you were at the docs' when the lights went out? But how?"
"I don't know okay? Like I told Moose all hell broked loose yesterday at the docs' and I don't remember shit since then. But I swore I saw Ern back there, like a few rows back when I went back there."
"Maybe it was Fredericks and his freckles."
"Funny."
"Or else Daniels. From the back with his red hair..."
"Doubt it" but Billy got out of his seat and started walking towards the back. Sure enough when he got a few rows from the end, on the right he saw Eddie Daniels sitting talking with Fred Fredericks. Billy could tell right away it was not Ern, but maybe if he was half asleep and only saw the red head from the back... maybe. He went back to his seat, but now Hank was sitting next to Moose, so he took Hank's seat next to John Schopfsen. John was out cold so Billy turned sideways to talk with Hank,
"Man this sucks..." Billy caught Moose's eye before he turned back to the window "really Moose, I'm like really sorry."
"Thanks..." he grumbled. Billy was glad to see his eyes were not red with crying. Maybe something Hank said.
"Hank?"
"Yeah."
"All this shit real... about the power goin out all over town?"
"Very real. Didn't you notice the area around school was still out?"
"Not really."
"Didn't you think it was just slightly weird all those cops were there?"
"There really were cops circling the buses before we left? I thought that was part of the - "
"No Billy, they were there. They were very real."
"But why?"
"Find out from Connors and we'll both know. I thought it was either because of the whole town under arrest from Joel's stunt on Saturday. Or else it was because they were getting ready to declare martial fucking law on the whole town! They do that y'know when suddenly all the power and phones and everything - "
"Phones too? The phones went out too?"
"Some did... a LOT did okay? You really don't remember any of this huh?"
"If I told ya what I do remember you'd lock me up!"
"I heard bits and pieces of what y'were tellin Moose here" a reassuring pat on that big thigh "but you were just talkin about a dream right?"
"I don't know at this point..." Billy turned back into his seat, fearing his seatmate was listening, and not too cool about sitting next to a full-blown lunatic. But John continued to be dead to the world, even muttering something unintelligible in his sleep. Whatever he was dreaming about, Billy chuckled, it must be something really horny! Billy tossed a magazine over John's lap before anyone else gave his shit about his wood.
Billy felt himself start to grow tired as well, the bus engine and stale air almost like some tranquilizer. He could hear the chorus of snores around him, fighting off the temptation to join them. His eyes fluttered a few times, but he was not going back to sleep. Not back to those nightmares if he could help it.
Billy turned back to Hank, hoping the two could talk more but he could see Hank's eyes closing as well. Maybe he was the only awake person on the bus - except for the driver Billy hoped. He was about to get out of his seat when John turned over in his sleep, his head landing on Billy's shoulder, his hand in Billy's lap.
"John..." Billy jostled him as softly as he could "dude, wake up..." but John only snuggled more against Billy. When his hand drifted from Billy's thigh to his crotch, Billy knew he had to take drastic action. His hand went out and gave John a hard pinch to his left nipple. But instead of waking the guy, John's grip on Billy's crotch only tightened.
"Dude... wake up!" Billy whispered in his ear. If a pinch to his nipple did not work, maybe a painful tug on his balls! Billy reached under the open magazine and grabbed what he hoped was John's left nut. Instead Billy's hand grabbed a large wet knob. Billy yanked his hand away but not before delivering what he thought was a yank to wake the dead!
"Oh... yeah..." John moaned "Sherry... Sherry... yeah..."
Billy could only hope that was the name of his girlfriend when he grabbed him and gave his shoulder a hard shake.
"W-w-w-what...?" John's eyes blinked a few times before they opened.
"Dude... wake up okay?"
"W-w-w-what happe-"
"Y'were messin yerself..." Billy slapped the magazine down on John's hardon "wake up before y'fill yer pants okay?"
"D-d-damn..." John was awake enough to register the blow to his cock. He looked down and saw the front of his cutoffs stained with moisture "shit..."
"It's cool, it'll dry..." Billy got out of his seat, guessing John did not need an audience right then. He made his way to the front of the bus, looking for anybody awake he could hang with. He was all the way to the row behind the driver before he found another awake person. And as Billy feared, it was just him and the driver.
"Hey..." Billy took the front seat overlooking the steps down to the door, catching the driver watching him out of the corner of his eye "how's it goin?"
"You awake?" the driver yawned.
"Can't sleep" Billy got a better look at the guy. He was maybe in his forties, Billy trying to gauge his features from the mere profile. His blond hair was cut short beneath his hat but showing some gray at the temples and sideburns. But like his sideburns the stubble on his hard square jaw as well as his moustache were almost reddish in the sunlight. His eyes were masked by the black sunglasses as well as the visor on his hat, but the way he turned his head slightly, he was keeping an eye on Billy as well. So he was able to get a better view of Billy in his rearview mirror than Billy could without staring like a groupie idiot. Or worse. But Billy took in the muscular arms and shoulders, as well as the way his thighs filled out his striped pants without attracting too much attention. He was angling for a view of the wedding ring when he heard,
"You know you are not supposed to talk to the driver" pointing at the sign over the windshield.
"Yeah sorry, but..." Billy got up to leave "nobody else t'talk to, y'know?"
"You can stay..." he said, checking the exterior rear view mirror easing into the right lane "I don't mind..."
"Where are we?"
"Almost there" he settled into the right lane "another hour maybe."
"You know where we're goin I hope..."
"I better" the guy chuckled "I'm driving the damn thing... sorry."
"Hey, like I'm gonna report ya for swearin right?" Billy angled again to see more of the guy "if you don't report me for... talkin to the driver right?"
"Guess so..." he looked at Billy in the mirror "you don't know how to drive one of the things do you?"
"Yeah right..." Billy leaned forward half out of his seat "why? Y'need to catch a few zzz's?"
"Funny, kid" he shifted his weight in his seat "no... too much coffee this morning. Kind of an early start..."
"Why don't ya..." Billy scanned the highway looking for a rest-stop or fast-food place, anything. But they were on a four-lane divided highway, with only farms and scattered buildings as far as he could see "can't we stop somewhere?"
"You see any place?" he turned his head "me neither. Besides, the instructions were no stops until we get there."
"Why's that?" Billy's radar went to yellow alert.
"We got how many guys on this bus? Each guy takes a five minute pit stop... you do the math. We'll be lucky if we get back on the road in an hour" he slowed allowing a truck to pass. Billy thought it curious the driver waved as the truck passed.
"Okay, I'll drive while you hit the john" Billy stood up, cracking his knuckles. That got a bigger laugh than it deserved.
"So what are you, the class clown?"
"Naw, just the class..." Billy almost said class horndog, but Joel took that title from him a long time ago "I don't know..."
"Class talker I'm thinking..."
"So..." Billy thought a moment. Hell, the guy seemed friendly right? "so... what dya do when... like you usually do when y'can't stop? Piss in a cup or somethin?"
The driver stole a quick look in the rear view mirror to assess Billy's expression,
"At night... when it's dark... we drivers use a plastic container designed - "
"So use that. Unless y'want me drivin this rig..."
"It is not a rig; it's a bus, okay?" he bristled at the word.
"Sorry, bus. So why don't ya - "
"Aside from the fact it's broad daylight and I have a bus loaded with high school students?"
"Hey we're all jocks..." Billy hoped he was not blushing "like nothin shocks us anymore - I mean, nothing would shock us."
"I guess after this morning... and everything happened yesterday - "
"You mean at - "
"I'm talking about the city on shut-down, what do you - "
"Nothin, never mind" Billy knew he was blushing now "but that was nothin compared to - "
"To what?"
"Stuff before... like Saturday" Billy saw his jaw drop, even from the side "but weren't you like worryin bout your own... priorities now? Like takin a piss?"
"Don't keep reminding me" he squirmed in his seat again.
"So where's this plastic cup you use? Like a specimen cup at the - "
"It's not a cup, more like a jug" he gave Billy a look in the mirror "we usually keep it in the kit beneath your seat" and before he could finish Billy slid the box out and opened it. When he saw the container he almost chuckled,
"Looks like what we use at the docs'."
"Hey put it away!" he barked "you don't have to advertise - "
"It's cool..." Billy put it on the driver's lap as as tried to get it away from Billy at the same time. Billy gave a quick glance back down the aisle but everyone in the first four or five rows was out cold, maybe a set or two of headphones further back. So the only one who could see his pants all tented out was the driver. Billy was hoping his eyes were on the road.
"So this turns gets your motor running huh?" Billy heard him ask, so much for that hope.
"Ah... er... I mean..."
"Sit down before you attract attention. Any more attention."
Billy sat down fast, kicking the box under the seat as he did.
"Hey... I mean... y'know how... just riding..."
"So y'ain't all boned up because of this?" he repositioned his jug "right?"
"No... I mean..."
"Well then I guess I don't need to..." and he started to put it away.
"Wait! I thought you said y'need t'piss."
"I do" he grabbed his crotch "but not if it's gonna make the only person looking get all grossed out..."
"I won't get grossed out" Billy said, but thinking, hell it would be hot!
"That's the impression you gave me before" he started to ease around a slow moving car "or at least your erection in your pants did" lowering his voice.
"Hey I didn't mean... I mean..."
"So if I whipped it out right here" not turning, keeping his eyes on the road as he passed first one then a second car "gross? or... hot?"
"What?!?!" Billy grabbed the railing in front of his seat.
"Tell me. Which one?"
"Damn..." Billy wanted to yank those sunglasses off his face so he had a better idea if this dude was just yanking his chain or what? Was he really reading his mind or did he just overhear some of the guys talking before? Or did the whole world know about Boney Billy Sex Nurse?
"I thought I heard you say hot before..."
"I didn't say it, I was just think-" Billy slammed his mouth shut too late "I mean..."
"So you were thinking it was hot..." he picked up the container again "you decide. It's gross I hold it and maybe piss myself. It's hot and I empty my piss into this. Well, which is it?"
"Daaaaaamn...." Billy stole a glance over his shoulder. If anybody was listening or watching, they were playing real cool about it. Again Billy did a quick head count. Everyone who might be in earshot of this conversation was sawing logs "okay... hot..."
"Really?"
"Yeah..." Billy looked down at himself, the thought bringing fresh blood into his crotch "see?" raising his hips a few inches off the seat, his tented pants "okay?"
"How I know that's not something you just shoved down there" his hand was at his fly. Billy heard the zipper as plain as day "like a cell phone or something?"
"Trust me, it ain't no fuckin phone" Billy shook his head "sorry."
"For what?" his right hand on the wheel, his left working open the fly.
"Now I'm the one swearin..."
"Keep doin it..." the driver's hand was fishing around in his open fly "but you still haven't proved that's the real thing there, not something you stuffed in your pants."
"Hey..." Billy saw the beads of sweat running down the driver's sideburns "it's a real fuckin dick... my dick, okay?"
"Yeah..." the driver was starting to unhook his belt, Billy's eyes bugging "keep talkin like that... now prove that's really your dick, not something else."
"How?"
"Whip it out kid."
"What?!?!" Billy choked, again glancing behind him "say wha?"
"Do it" the driver had his pants open in front. Billy could see the fly of his printed boxers all bunched up in his lap "if I'm gonna show my meat, so are you."
"You kidding?"
"What? I thought you told me it was hot - "
"It was - it is!" Billy felt himself go to full hard "but..."
"Hurry up, I really gotta go" struggling with the fly of boxers. When Billy heard the first snap, he unzipped his pants. When he heard the second, he pulled his cock free, pointing at the sky. He was too embarrassed to look, but then heard the splattering sound of the driver's piss slamming into the plastic jug, the faint whiff off coffee-scented urine coming to his nose "yeeeaaaaahhhh...."
Billy finally looked over, almost expecting to see the driver with his head thrown back, his eyes closed, the relief flooding over him. But he sat there with the plastic container pressed to his crotch. When he caught Billy's glance in the mirror, seeing him staring at his crotch, he finished filling the container, then flipped the lid shut over the opening. He was going to toss it on the floor beneath him but saw Billy's gaze,
"Here. Put this back in that box" waving it beside him. Billy realized the entire bus could see what he was holding in the aisle. Before he heard any comments he stood up and grabbed it from his hand, his hard cock still sticking out of his own fly. Before he heard a comment he was back in his seat, the jug back in the closed box. He was about to zip himself up when he heard the driver say,
"Leave it out."
"What?"
"Y'seem to be hard up. Guys your age always horny right? Y' probably wanting to jack it right here and now..." his eyes back on the road, occasionally glancing sideways to look at Billy in the flesh.
"You serious?"
"Go on it's just us guys like you said. Pull a load and when you do talk dirty, I mean REALLY dirty."
"C'mon you're kiddin right?"
"I'm gonna just sit and drive this muther, while my cock gets some fresh air. You tell me something filthy and nasty and I... well... let's say you can use your imagination...."
"Fuuuuck..." Billy tried to steal a glimpse of what was still hanging out of his fly. When the driver saw Billy lean forward he switched hands, his left on the wheel, his right hand resting next to his hip.
"Talk to me... and go ahead get busy pulling on that fuckpole of yours..."
Billy looked behind himself, knowing somebody must have heard that. But all he heard was some snoring and maybe some rustling further back. When he looked back at the driver, Billy watched him tug the elastic band of his boxers down and tuck them under his large loose scrotum. Billy was being given an invitation to stare, so Billy stared.
"Talk to me..."
"Wha-what should I say?"
"Talk dirty... tell me about the filthiest nastiest thing you ever did..."
"I'm doin it right now!"
"Tell me what you're doing?"
"I'm... shit... I'm sittin here with my bone out in broad daylight pervin on this hot busdriver - "
"You think I'm hot?" another trickle of sweat running down his cheek, but the faintest hint of a smile on his face.
"Fuck yeah..."
"Keep talking like that..."
"I'm staring at this fuckin hot..." Billy lowered his voice, one eye looking behind him "this stud of a busdriver... now his dick is out for anyone to see..."
"Talk to me... tell me what you see..."
"I see this hot fuckin stud - "
"Yeah!" he gave his balls a tug before putting both hands back on the wheel, watching another vehicle in his exterior mirror.
"-and he's got these huge nads, all loose and hanging down, bet they would hand down all the way to the seat if he let them... and he's got this big fat uncut dick..." Billy could not believe he was talking like this! He was trying to keep his voice down, but the two sitting right behind the driver, Jack and his friend Dick, both of them wise to Billy and his scene... if they woke up and heard this, Billy would... what? Be in even more trouble if such a thing were possible?
"What would you do with it? What would you make me... I mean..."
Billy heard it as clear as a gong going off next to his left ear. He heard that "make me" and it was a flip being switched. Billy got this older dude pegged! It was like he was back with Gus, someone who wanted to be ordered about, someone who wanted Billy to put him through the paces, maybe even take his cock up his butt! But Billy wasn't home, he wasn't in his upstairs bathroom, or next to his pool, so his theory about his house giving off some weird sex vibe collapsed here on this bright sunny bus, with the driver and Billy the only ones not passed out. Why was that? And why was this guy coming on to him? One way to find out.
"Ya want me to talk dirty, tell you all sorts of filthy-mouth kinky sex shit?"
"You got it kid" and Billy did see him turn and give him a glance.
"Bet ya really wanna sit there and watch me jack my dick, huh?
"Yeah like that" he eased around a semi, the tinted windows maybe obscuring their crotches from its view and was back in the right lane, keeping a steady pace. His cock and balls lay there exposed, slightly lifted by the waistband beneath. Billy took it as a challenge. The dude wants to get all turned on? He did not know he met his match.
"What if we did stop at some truckstop somewhere and I made ya follow me - follow ,y hard dick! - into the place... and like it had some stinky smelly gym or work-out area in back..."
"Keep talking..."
"Yeah I made ya follow me into the locker room, all those dudes in there half-naked, still all pumped from their workouts... wondering what a big fuckin married stud like you is doin with a kid like me."
"Gotta be something bad and nasty right?"
"I tell the guys you're like my uncle or shit" Billy saw the driver take a gulp of air at that detail "and like we're playin this game, a game you lost! got it? and whenever I say 'uncle' you gotta do whatever I make you do."
"Wh-what do you make me do?" he gulped, both hands still on the wheel. Billy leaned forward to watch for a reaction. But at that point his big uncut dick just lay there, maybe the head hidden by all that skin a bit thicker but it could be the angle.
"The guys in the gym think I'm trippin until I say 'uncle strip! Start with the pants!' and right there in front of like three guys you unzip your pants and let them fall to the ground. Then I make ya pull yer funky nasty shorts down too. I make you stand all exposed in front of those dudes."
"Th-then what?"
"The other dudes just think it's no big thing, you're just strippin down to work out or somethin. Then I take your nasty piss-stained shorts and tie them over your head, blindfold you - "
"You make me stand naked and blindfolded in front of strangers?" and this time Billy saw quite clearly that fat head give a jump and swell a bit.
"Yeah, then in front of those guys I rip your shirt and t-shirt off you, you just standing there, knowing these strangers are watchin ya get stripped by this crazy horny teenage kid. Then I take your t-shirt and tie your hands behind your back man! Shit you should see it! You all naked and scared as shit standing there buck naked in front of these dudes, they're like laughin and swearin, callin you cocksucker and shit!"
"What are they doing?"
"You don't know cause you're blindfolded remember? But hearing them call you cocksucker gives me the idea."
"W-w-what... what idea?" he lifted his hand off the wheel to mop his forehead and rub his eyes. He took the handkerchief from his chest pocket and finished wiping his face, using the motion to steal another look at Billy's cock. When he saw that hand moving up and down that hard dick, his own started filling.
"Some of the guys - I mean some of the wrestlers from the bus here - they come in and see you standing there naked. They wanna know why you're all naked and blindfolded and shit. I say 'uncle' and make you get down on your knees..."
"Why should I kneel?"
"First guy is the big-dicked wrestler who sees you kneelin there and he whips out his dick callin you filthy little cocksucker. He shoves his cock in your face and you try to pull away when that hot tube slams into your nose - "
"Fuck..."
"But two of the bigger wrestlers like hold your shoulders down so you can't get away and make you open your stud mouth wide and the dude starts shoving his dick into your mouth man! You're like naked and forced to suck some highschool wrestler's dick in front of all these dudes standing around callin you every filthy name they can think of."
"Like what?"
"Like cocksucker! Pussy! Scumbag faggot whoreboy, cumbucket all sorts of shit" Billy looked behind him when the two sleeping behind the driver grunted and turned in their sleep "but you're too busy with the dick shoved down your throat cause like your hot pussy mouth got the dude all hard and really turned on and before you can stop him he's like blowing his load all over your mouth, running down your chin. He finishes jackin off onto your moustache like, your tongue licks it off, you're like swallowing cum in front of all these guys, and then I'm like shovin this!" grabbing his cock making it swell bright red for the driver to see out of the corner of his eye "yeah my turn uncle! I'm makin ya blow me right there in front of all these guys, all these wrestlers on this bus, and before I get a chance to give you my cum next, some of the big dudes pull you off your knees and drag you over to one of the benches - "
"Benches? Why?" but Billy could see his cock was now filling out fast, or the head was. It was stretching and growing and tightening the foreskin. As much as the head was filling the rest of the tube was not, so it looked like the weight of the fat head was bending it forward, the neck still too soft to support the weight. It looked like a fat adult cockhead attached to a kid's tube. But man was that head growing!
"One of the big muscle dudes got your hands untied and we make you kneel on the bench. As soon as you got your balance one of the strangers wants his turn. He's like this big-dicked black dude and before you can catch your breath you got a black dick forcing its way down your tonsils!"
"Fuck..."
"Then somebody's hand in between your big hairy cheeks smearing some kid's jizz from your back to your butthole. Cause guys are standin around you now jackin off all over ya. Y'can't see shit, all ya can feel is this hot sticky shit splattering down on you over and over!"
"Fuck..." he pulled his hand off the wheel and gave his cock one tug. That was all it needed to fill out the rest of the way. Billy watched the tube lengthen and thicken enough to support the fat end. As it lengthened the red shiny head started to part the opening, the front inch or two poking free as it stretched the foreskin like mad.
"They're smearin all this cum around your hole and like two or three guys are holding you down on the bench and then you feel it. One of the wrestlers is shoving his finger up your shithole!"
"Fuck... yeah..."
"You can't move but you're moanin and twistin, knowing there's like all these dudes standin around watchin. And when you feel some dude's hard dick at your hole and you can't fight back! And your hole's all slick with grease and cum and you're fightin and strugglin but that black dick is down your throat and then you feel that hard wrestler dick forcin its way up your butt! And you can't do a fuckin thing about it!"
"Fuck... fuck..." his hands were gripping the wheel so tight it looked like it would break into pieces. Billy feared he might have gone too far but saw the driver's balls start to wriggle and tighten, and then that big tube of uncut meat started jerking and rising. Billy watched as it filled out and reached it full length then started bobbing up and up until it was bouncing against the wheel!
"The dude up your hot ass cannot hold it and then before you can pull away he's blowing his hot jizz deep inside your bowels. Before you squeeze your hole shut another wrestler, a young kid maybe fourteen but with this skinny long dick is sliding it right into you. Like deep!
"Yeah... yeah... yeah..."
"And it's so long it feels like it's gonna come out your mouth. But your mouth is still filled with that guy's black cock and then you feel him pumping deep down your throat and he's cummin too."
"Don't stop don't stop..."
"But I'm like super horny still and shit you are my uncle" Billy pulled his hand away from his cock, surprised how close to cumming he was sitting there like that. The driver caught the motion and stole a look, Billy lifting his hips to give his an easier view "so I slide down between your knees and like they're all too busy lining up to get sucked off by you, I slide down and wrap my mouth around your fat uncut sausage" boy did that make that thing bounce off the wheel! "and as soon as I wrap my mouth around it it starts swelling and swelling, you're like gettin the biggest hardon of your life! with one wrestler slamming his cock into your throat and another kid slamming his long fuckpole deep into your quivering pussy ass!"
"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." the driver reached down to wrap his big fist around his hard cock, pulling the skin back, the hard red head shiny, the piss-slit wet with pre-cum.
"Yeah I'm like givin ya the hottest tightest blowjob of your fuckin life! Even your wife never made you dick feel so good. I'm makin you get a blowjob right there in front of - " but Billy knew he had gone too far. The driver looked like he was going to run the bus off the road any second, he was that close to blowing. Billy yanked his baseball cap off his head and jumped up, fuck if they saw his bone! and shoved his cap into the driver's lap "and I'm suckin ya so hard and fast ya fucking nut right now! You're fuckin blowin yer load!" and right on cue the bus driver's hand gave his hard cock a few yanks and started blowing his load right onto his chest.
But Billy's cap was there to intercept the eruptions, most of it landing in the cap. While the driver got the bus back in his lane, Billy took his cap and slapped it back onto his head, a warm stickiness seeping into his hair. He was back in his seat, the driver stuffing his goods back into his rezipped pants before the first guy woke up, the rumbling of the bus' wheels on the shoulder shaking more than a few from their deep dreams.
Billy woke up, but he was not sitting next to John, he was up front! As soon as he opened his eyes, wiping the spit from his mouth he heard,
"You finally awake?"
"W-w-what?" Billy rubbed his eyes, trying to find the source of the voice.
"You decided not the sleep the whole journey?" it was the bus driver.
"Yeah... I guess" Billy looked at him, the shock on his face obvious to the driver.
"Musta been an interesting dream" the driver caught Billy's attention in the rearview mirror.
"Say wha?" but Billy caught his gaze. He looked down and the front of his pants was tented something awful. It was worse than obvious; it was almost cartoonish in its size.
"Hey no problem..." the driver smirked "it happens, right? I was your age too."
"Sorry..."
"Nothin to be sorry about" the driver eased around a semi, nodding as he passed "count your blessings."
"How's that?"
"And kid" turning slightly "looked like you are... 'blessed' right?" and gave a short loud chuckle.
"Don't take it the wrong way..." Billy rolled away from him, struggling to tug his hardon into a more comfortable position "I was just..."
"Dreaming about your sexy girlfriend right?"
"Something like that" Billy closed his eyes, hoping the driver would take a hint.
"Hey I thought you were going to keep me company. We're the only ones awake."
"Okay... I guess" Billy rolled sideways again, making a big show of opening his eyes "ya wanna shoot the shit?"
"Hey, watch the language" the driver turned to face Billy, a hard scowl "I run a clean bus here!" then a slight wink.
"Sorry... so you want to... talk some?"
"Sure, you bet" he eased the bus into a lower gear, a soft steady purr as they continued down the righthand lane "what should we talk about?"
"How about you?" Billy hoped the guy would talk so he could go back to sleep. Man, talk about a hot dream he was real eager to get back to! "how they come to make you drive this thing?"
"They didn't 'make me' son" the driver looked at Billy in the mirror "I was more than happy when they offered me the position."
"They?"
"People I know..." looking to the exterior rearview mirror "you know too."
"Which two?" Billy misheard.
"When I had to retire from the regular fleet, I was real happy when Alex - you know him I believe - gave me the offer to join his... group."
"What group?"
"What do you mean 'what group?' son. You are a part of it now as well" not bothering to see Billy's reaction. He could hear the sharp intake of air even over the engines "and that's why when Alex looked for volunteers for this mission I was happy to oblige."
"Mission?" Billy started to guess his part of this conversation was the occasion grunt to keep this guy talking. Because once he started, Billy had the sinking suspicion it would be yak-yak-yak the whole way.
"You know, where we're going. The training camp for all you guys. My guess is my job is to deliver all you young studs - I mean all you high school athletes to your destination, and then I am hoping Alex will have another destination, another bus for me to drive. Because once I deposit you men at the camp my work thus far is finished."
"You ain't stayin?"
"I doubt very much the group will have need of me at that point. I am no athlete" he grabbed his stomach. Billy could see in profile there was not much to grab "neither am I a coach or trainer. No my job is to get my charges to their destination safe and sound and then see what the future may bring."
"But the coaches must have - "
"If they did they didn't say anything..." his eyes on the road "but we're almost there. Should be time for you to get another quick nap in..."
"I thought you wanted to talk."
"As much as I want to talk" he raised both hands back to the wheel "my guess is you are in a big hurry to get back to that dream of yours right?"
"Wha?"
"Young men your age tend to have rather... interesting dreams" he droned on "not all of which are things you would be in a hurry to relate to your parents at the breakfast table, I imagine. So close your eyes and we'll be there before you know it" which is just what Billy did. He closed his eyes trying to get comfortable, but could almost hear the driver continuing to talk, almost to himself "because your folks might be shocked to hear about all the activities a young man can get into at your age. They might not want to hear about those backseat adventures young men your age with your bodies all overflowing with hormones making them do all sorts of things with their girlfriends... like the first time they get alone with them, and get a real good up-close look at her breasts, all bright and shiny, finally getting the hang of removing that bra, seeing and maybe even feeling them for the first time and when one thing leads to another and they can't help it if all those hormones make them start to fill out their jeans like you were doing before, it's nothing to be ashamed of, we all get aroused and hard at the oddest times, and if your girlfriend decides to help you out with it... not risking the chance of pregnancy so her hand can be made to feel just as good... just as smooth... just as stimulating... her hand working its way deep into your fly... digging out your hard teen cock.... stroking it up and down up and down... all tight around the head until you feel like..."
"Unghgh!!!" Billy grunted, his eyes flying open. He was not sure which was more shocking: sitting next to John, or John's hand in his open fly! He spun his head around to John almost as fast as John yanked his hand away from Billy's open fly. His cock was trying to burst through the fly of his briefs, and was barely an inch shy of exposing itself fully "dude!"
"S-s-s-sorry" John hissed, trying to keep his voice as low as Billy's.
"Dude... your hand was on my dick!" Billy whispered back "what's up with that?"
"I-I-I it musta been a dream..." John was too freaked to continue, so turned towards the window and tried to sleep again. Billy decided it was not worth the bother, not with everything else going on around him. Hell, the whole world is flying into a thousand pieces and he's going to worry about John getting all randy in his sleep? Besides Billy wanted to know how he got back in his seat! The last thing he remembered was sitting up front next to the bus driver. Then the events sucker punched him right in the face! Did he really do that? Did he get into a j.o. contest with the bus driver? Billy you are trippin! he told himself. No fuckin way any of that happened, not while the bus was on the road. You really think the bus driver was beating off and driving at the same time? He closed his eyes, a bit thankful to be back - be IN his seat - and his biggest worry was John trying to sleep next to him.
"Sorry Billy" he heard next to his ear softer than a whisper.
"Forget it we're buds" Billy whispered back, patting John on his hot thigh.
Damn, it felt like he was burning up from a fever his leg was so warm. Billy's hand ran down the leg to the bare flesh above the knee. That part felt normal, so maybe it was just his crotch, the way he had the magazine over it. When he felt John return the friendly pat to his leg Billy sighed but moved his hand back to the top of John's hip. When John did the same Billy pretended to be falling asleep again.
Maybe four minutes later Billy came out of his dozing to feel John's hand back at his crotch. When he felt his zipper being eased down, Billy straightened his legs, yawning to mask the movement. As he suspected, John's fingers were opening his fly and worming their way inside the opening. Billy moaned in his sleep, but moved his own hand from John's thigh to his crotch. As he suspected, John was trying to hide a log in his pants. When Billy's hand "accidentally" brushed the hard tube he heard John moan. Moan and grab at Billy's soft cock. By the time he had it worked through the fly of the briefs it was no longer soft. John's hand started a slow stroking of Billy's bare cock, slow enough to pass for the motions of a sleeping person, fast enough to cause Billy some concern he might have to move that hand in another minute or two.
Billy's hand was trying to rest peacefully on top of John's crotch when he felt John's other hand slide beneath it. He popped open the top of his jeans and pulled them open and down, lifting his hips up to Billy's hand as he did. When Billy's hand was pressed back down, it was not hot cotton he felt. It was hot flesh. Billy's hand found itself tangled in John's pubes and before he changed his mind it had a firm grip on John's bare cock as well.
Billy had seen John a thousand times in the showers, noting his regulation sized cut dick with the narrow tapered head. But Billy's hand was stroking something much bigger and fatter that what he remembered. When he felt the foreskin sliding down and off the fat mushroom head Billy cracked open one eye to see it. His hand was slowly stroking this big fat uncut dick, the head popping free of the overhang everytime he slid the skin back. And man was John wet! Each time Billy's hand squeezed forward, more clear goo oozed from the slit.
John's hand on his own cock was speeding up, no longer pretending to be asleep. Billy caught John's eyes open as well,
"Dude we're cool..."
"This is awesome..." John moaned back "slow down, I want this to last. I'm real close."
But evil Billy brought his hand to his mouth and spat into it. He applied the slick spit to John's fat cock, lubing it and stroking it in earnest. John groaned and grabbed Billy's wrist, but Billy was on a mission. When John's hips started bucking Billy grabbed something from the bag between his feet. By the time John's cock started blowing its load like crazy, it was too late to realize Billy's favorite t-shirt was now John's cumrag.
Billy finished pulling John's load from him and cleaned up the mess with his t-shirt.
"Sorry... I didn't..."
"Fuckin awesome John!" Billy muttered back "man... talk about a grower!"
"Yeah... kinda a secret..."
"A BIG secret" Billy chuckled.
"Our secret okay?" John was already yanking up his pants and rearranging everything to look as respectable as he could. Billy was a bit annoyed John was not returning the favor, but fuck! the day was still young. He stuffed his damp stained t-shirt back into his gripbag and pretended to go back to sleep. He felt John's hand back on his crotch.
"Later dude... but y'owe me okay?"
"Deal" and John curled away from Billy and was soon fast asleep.
Billy thought it might be kinda kinky to sit there with his dick waving in the breeze but when he saw the exasperated look from Jorge across the aisle he shrugged and stuffed it away for another day. He heard a soft chuckle from that direction when he closed his eyes, attempting to get the last chance at sleep he might have for many days. He was out before he knew it.
Billy woke up sensing something was wrong. When he heard the voices around him he realized the guys were awake. And the engine was off. They were there!
John was jostling his shoulder trying to get Billy awake and moving. If there was one thing Billy was not, it was a morning person. Right now all he wanted was to stagger downstairs and steal a cup of coffee before his dad intercepted him. But there was no aroma of coffee in the air. Only the stale filtered air of the bus. That and the unmistakeable aroma of all his teammates bumping and fighting to be free of their cramped confines.
"You go, I'll catch up" Billy tried to push John's butt past him.
"Hey watch the hand Herms" John growled. Billy looked up a bit spooked but then John's face cracked the faintest smile "see ya" and he was wedging himself into the row oozing down the aisle. Billy looked across the way to Jorge, but Jeff and a guy he did not recognize were on their feet, trying to pull some baggage from the overhead storage area. Where was Jorge? Billy looked around for Moose or Hank, but there was a steady stream of bodies blocking the aisle now. It took a while for Billy to get his gripbag off the floor and his larger bag free of the overhead. There were at most five guys behind him as he made his way towards the front of the bus.
As he neared the front, he saw the driver start to rise from his seat. Billy was praying it was somebody else; the guy from his dream just that. A guy in a dream! But the driver was the same person he imagined, Billy trying to avoid eye contact as he approached the front of the bus. He had just started on the first step down when he heard behind him,
"Nice hat there."
Billy turned beet red and looked over his shoulder, hoping the driver was talking to somebody else. But his eyes were boring into Billy's,
"Ah... er... thanks... I guess."
"Don't thank me... thank..." Billy saw the wink like it was as big as a billboard "your uncle."
Billy stumbled the last two steps off the bus, almost landing flat on his face. He straightened up, grabbing both bags with one hand, steadying himself with the other. His free hand found its way to his baseball cap pulling it off his sweaty head. He looked inside and that was not sweat staining it there and there. That was cum...