Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2005 08:26:34 -0800 (PST)
From: mister axl <axlwrite55@yahoo.com>
Subject: Billy's dreams Come True

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             Copyright 2005 by AxL

             Disclaimer: The following contains acts of sex involving
minors and/or adults, as well as strong language and/or acts of
violence. If you find this material offensive it is advised that you read
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The following is a work of fiction. Any similarity to people or events is
completely coincidental.


			 BILLY'S DREAMS COME TRUE
				    1-C

The boys went back in and watched some television for a couple of hours
until Billy noticed that Tommy was starting to drift off to sleep.

"Hey. You wanna go to bed?"

Tommy's eyes suddenly popped open again and he said "Huh? Naw I'm fine."

"Dude. You are so not fine. You keep falling asleep. Come on. Let's go to
bed."

Billy led the way and when they got to his room, Tommy just stood there a
moment before grabbing a pair of shorts and going into the bathroom to
change. He had left his bag slightly open and Billy noticed what he knew to
be a bag for dirty laundry.  "I bet those underwear are in that bag" He
made a mental note to check that out in the morning if he got the
chance. Tommy walked into the room and stood there sleepily by the door.

"I need some covers." He said lazily.

"You can sleep in my bed is ya want. No point to dragging out a bunch of
covers."

"Where are you going to sleep?" Tommy said with a giggle.

"Up your big fat white ass." Billy said pulling back the covers and
grabbing a pair of shorts from his dresser. He figured what the hell,
undid, and removed his jeans where he stood as Tommy watched him. Billy was
aware that his underwear were still slightly damp and thought about taking
them off but he was afraid to freak Tommy out, who was probably already
uncomfortable enough having to share a bed with him. He slipped the shorts
on and climbed into the king sized bed, then remembering that the light
switch was by the door.

"Do you want me to leave the door open or closed?"

"Umm. Open I guess. In case I need to use the bathroom in the middle of the
night."

"I usually just do it in the bed and change the sheets in the morning."
Billy giggled.

"Huh?" Tommy exclaimed, "You better not pee on me." Tommy said as he
climbed into the bed.

Billy walked out of the room and turned on the bathroom light, he went down
stairs to make sure the alarm was set and then came back to the
bedroom. Tommy was lying on the side of the bed nearest the door, and
facing toward it. He had his eyes closed and Billy thought he might already
be asleep.

He climbed into bed, leaned close to Tommy, and whispered good night into
his ear.

"Good night Billy" Tommy said sleepily.

"Umm hey Tommy?" Billy said softly.

"Hmm." Tommy said sleepily.

"I'm glad you're spending the weekend with me man."

"Yeah, me too." Tommy sighed and pulled the cover over his shoulder.

Billy lay there next to his friend, aching to touch him, thinking about how
much he loved Tommy. He couldn't believe he was thinking about love but
that's what he felt. He didn't care what they did; he just knew he wanted
to be around Tommy.

"Hey Billy?" Tommy said suddenly turning toward him.

Billy lay on his back and turned his head to the boy. He was just able to
make the outline of his face out in the dark room.

"Can I tell you something?" Tommy said nervously.

Billy lay there thinking to himself that this was going to be the
moment. This is where Tommy would tell him that he loved him and wanted to
do more sexy stuff together.

"Sure Tommy, anything. You're my best friend."

Tommy was silent a moment. "Umm. I never slept away from my family
before. My whole life, night after night. When I went to bed, I knew my mom
was in the next room. I never really wanted to spend the night with you
because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep anywhere else." Tommy
was quiet for a moment.

Billy lay there disappointed that he did not profess his love for him. But
he was also happy because he knew that it took a lot for Tommy to tell him
this.

"To be honest, I still don't know if I'll be able to sleep. And I am a
little scared right now." Tommy rolled back toward the door and Billy
rolled over to his side and laid his hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright Tommy. I understand. But I hope this won't be the last time
you spend the weekend with me. I don't think I have ever had this much
fun."

Tommy was silent.

"I mean all the stuff we did together. I don't just mean the stuff that
makes me messy either. I mean just talking and stuff, hanging out. Don't
get me wrong now. I like the sexy stuff too and I really like it with you.
Even if you didn't want to do that, I still love hanging out with ya
man. You're just the coolest guy I know." He paused to gauge Tommy's
reaction.

He heard a soft breathing and gentle snoring. He climbed up on his elbow
and looked at Tommy's face realizing that Tommy was asleep. Billy rolled
over onto his back again and laughed to himself. "I guess its best that he
didn't hear that. Probably would have freaked him out." He was suddenly
aware that he couldn't sleep; he was too wound up with Tommy lying next to
him. He scooted closer to Tommy so that he could press his leg against
him. The feeling of flesh on flesh suddenly ignited a spark and Billy
realized he was hard again. He suddenly remembered the underwear, climbed
out of bed gently, walked across the room to the Tommy's gym bag, and took
out the bag with the underwear in it. His heart was racing. If Tommy wasn't
asleep or if he woke up now he would totally freak out. Billy had already
spent so much time today thinking that he had ruined their friendship and
as long as he didn't go any further, he was certain that all would be
fine. He realized that he could not control himself and took the underwear
from the bag and went to the bathroom. When he was in the bathroom, he
flipped the underwear inside out to examine it.  He noticed a faint mark
that he knew was a bacon strip as he called it, a racing stripe, a fudge
strip. He giggled slightly. For unknown reasons, he pressed the discolored
spot to his nose. It smelled a little shitty but not nasty. It also smelled
a bit sweaty and it smelled like Tommy. He examined the underwear for any
signs of lost hairs and again found none; he did see a slight yellow spot
and could smell his own cum in them from earlier. He pressed the underwear
to his nose and began to slowly masturbate. He got another idea and decided
he did not want to be standing here with Tommy's underwear pressed to his
nose with his dick in his hand if the boy decided he needed to get up and
take a leek.

Billy pulled his shorts back up and then replaced the underwear to where he
found them. He took a dirty sock from his basket, slipped it over his
erection, and then pulled his shorts up again climbing back into bed. Tommy
was still lying on his side facing the door. He stood in front of the boys
face and pulled himself out briefly reveling in how sexy it was to be this
close to Tommy's face with nothing but a sock covering his boyhood, the end
of the sock dangling down from his erection. He moved around to his side of
the bed, rested his hand upon Tommy's waste, and waited to see if the boy
would react but he did not. Billy lowered his own pants to below his balls
and lay on his back slowly stroking himself into the sock as he ran his
hands across Tommy's hip and right butt cheek. He ran his finger gently up
the crack of his ass and brought it to his face. He knew he wouldn't smell
anything because the boy had on a pair of underwear and shorts. Billy was
feeling bolder in his lust. He gently began to slip his finger under the
waste band of Tommy's shorts and then his underwear. Tommy did not respond
so he continued to work his hand inside of his shorts. Tommy suddenly
rolled onto his belly forcing Billy to remove his fingers, roll onto his
side, and feign sleep. Tommy's face was still toward the door. Billy waited
until he heard the slight snoring, barely audible against the pounding in
his own ears. Billy was aware that he was more excited than he had ever
been and had to keep reminding himself to breathe.

Billy rolled back over toward Tommy who was now lying on his belly.  Then
he began to rub Tommy's back, eventually working it under the boy's shirt
and feeling his heat. Tommy lay there nearly completely uncovered. His legs
pulled slightly apart and his toes curled under his feet. Billy did not
notice that in the dark until he moved down to the foot of the bed and
gently caressed Tommy's feet. He leaned his nose closer and took a whiff of
his feet, then slipping his tongue out and licking the boy's toes. He made
up his mind to slip one of the toes into his mouth but as he stuck his
tongue out, Tommy pulled his foot back and Billy abandoned any further
desire to touch Tommy's feet. They were clearly more sensitive than his
back or his butt. Billy crawled back toward Tommy's butt and laid his face
next to the boys butt. He looked at it as he gently ran his hand across
Tommy's back and then his butt. Tommy let out a sigh but did not
move. Billy started to feel brave again.  He adjusted himself and began to
work his hand inside of Tommy's shorts again. When he had it completely
inside, he gently rubbed and caressed Tommy's butt. He sat up slightly and
began to rub himself into his sock again as he rubbed the butt and then ran
his finger down Tommy's butt crack.

He decided he had to see it again so he gently lowered Tommy's shorts and
pressed them below his butt. Billy sat up again and looked closely at
Tommy's butt. He pressed his face close to it as he ran his finger gently
down the crack and brought it to his nose. He pressed his face closer and
gently kissed one of Tommy's butt cheeks. Tommy let out a moan and Billy
was suddenly afraid again. "If he wakes up now he is going to be soo
pissed."

Billy pressed his nose to the crack of Tommy's ass one time before laying
back. He ran his finger down Tommy's crack and pulled it to his face as he
began to pound hard on his own raging hard on.  He suddenly ran his finger
across his own crack as he looked at Tommy's exposed posterior. Billy
fucked himself into the sock and let out a slight moan as he released
himself into the sock. He lay there catching his breath. He looked at
Tommy's exposed butt and felt guilty again. "I am a sick fucker," he
thought to himself sadly. "I sniff his underwear and socks and then I pull
his pants down while he sleeps and jack off. He would never talk to me
again if he knew." Billy pulled his pants up discarding the sock onto the
floor and pushing it under the bed slightly. He gave one last kiss to
Tommy's smooth butt and pulled the boys shorts up. He then rolled onto his
side with his back to Tommy. "I'll never get to sleep with him lying next
to me." he thought to himself as he listen in the dark to the soft snoring
of the boy next to him.

Billy did not know how long he lay there, but just as he was about to drift
off he heard Tommy let out a sigh and felt him move. He lay there a moment
thinking that it would be awesome if Tommy did to him what he had just done
earlier in the evening. Then there was no movement. Billy rolled over to
his other side and realized that Tommy was lying on his back. "Was that an
invitation?" He thought to himself. Maybe he wants me to rub his front
now. Maybe he wants me to get him off like I got myself off.

Billy moved closer to Tommy who had now drawn the cover over himself. Billy
slowly pressed his hand beneath the covers and ran it across Tommy's belly
bringing forth a sigh from the boy. Billy then ran his hand lower until it
reached the edge of Tommy's shorts. Billy was feeling bold and moving fast
from the adrenaline rush. Tommy rested his hands upon his chest and let out
another sigh. "Does he know what's going on or not?' Billy thought to
himself before deciding to slide his hands into Tommy's shorts and go for
the glory. As soon as he felt Tommy's needle hard pricklet, panic struck
Billy. "What am I doing?" I am taking advantage of my best friend while he
sleeps. Billy lay there with his hand wrapped around Tommy's penis. Despite
his guilt and the conflicting emotions, he found that he loved the feel of
Tommy in his hand.  The boy was hairless. Billy took more time to explore
Tommy, gently rubbing his small balls, that hung tightly in their sack. He
looked at Tommy's face while he did this. If the light were on he would be
able to see Tommy's cute little up-turned nose, he would see Tommy's maroon
lips, which he imagined, would be the same color as the head of his
dick. Billy wanted to kiss Tommy but resisted the temptation. He instead
began to gently masturbate the boy. This bringing forth yet another
sigh. Billy was growing hard too and decided to grab the sock again. He
removed his hand and rolled over to find the sock. From behind him, he
heard a sigh and movement. He looked over his shoulder to see that Tommy
had rolled toward the door again. Billy's heart sank with disappointment.
"I am so fucking stupid," he screamed inside his mind. He threw the sock
back under the bed and lay there frustrated. He eventually began to get
cold so he snuggled closer to Tommy so that he could share the blanket. He
did eventually drift off to sleep and when he woke up Tommy was looking at
him with a sad look on his face.

"About time you woke up. Lazy ass."  He said smiling slightly.

"Hmm." Billy said rolling onto his back. "How did you sleep?"

"Not well." Tommy said. "I miss my own bed."

"I'm sorry." Billy said rubbing his eyes and realizing how much of the bed
he had taken up. Leaving Tommy with only a small portion. "I didn't mean to
hog the bed. I guess I'm not used to sharing my bed with another man." he
smiled at Tommy who lay there on his back scooting closer to the middle.

"Well I'm sure you'll get a lot of practice over the next couple of years,
gay boy." Tommy giggled.

"I got your gay boy, white ass. Besides you snore."

Tommy only looked at him a moment.  "I do not."

"Yes you do." Billy giggled.  Then he got a serious look on his face. "But
I didn't mind because I slept better knowing you were close by to protect
me." Billy slapped Tommy's belly and giggled rolling his back to him.

"That's right Sweetums. I am here to protect you. Since you're scared to
stay in this big ole house alone. I guess I am Tommy, the protector of gay
boys."

Billy rolled over and slapped Tommy's belly again.

"I think I'm going to take a shower." Tommy jumped up and grabbed his bag.

For a moment, Billy panicked trying to remember if he had put the underwear
back or not. Tommy grabbed some clothes and Billy got up to get him a
towel.

"Where are you going?' Tommy said defensively.

"I'm coming to wash your back." Billy giggled. "Dumb ass, I gotta grab you
a towel and washcloth."

"Oh" was all Tommy could say with a silly grin on his face.

Billy handed Tommy the towel and washcloth and went back to his room to get
some clothes for his own shower. The house had three bathrooms but Billy
preferred the one across from his room as the other was in his parent's
room and one was downstairs on the other side of the house. So he just
waited.

Billy ran downstairs to set the cereal on the table and then went back up
the stairs. He had to take a pee and was so used to always having access to
the bathroom that he just walked right in without even thinking. Of course
he knew Tommy was there, but he had just given it not so much as a
thought. When he opened the bathroom door Tommy let out a squeal and stood
there with a towel covering just his private parts. Billy stood there a
moment looking at Tommy with a look of terror on his face. His hair still
slicked back. Billy ran his eyes down the boy's body to the tiny nipples
and the contrast of the tan line. Below the waste, Tommy was very pale. His
tan line faded as it worked past his knees. The feet were a bronzed color
that grew whiter up his leg. Tommy stood there in horror looking at Billy.

"Well get the fuck out!" Tommy screamed.

"I'm so sorry Tommy man. I wasn't thinking. "Billy said shocked.

"Get out!" Tommy screamed again.

Billy turned and closed the door and sat on his bed. He was sorry for what
he had done; he had not even done it intentionally. He knew Tommy was mad
and was going to think he had done it on purpose. He was dreading when
Tommy came out.

Tommy walked into the room and put his dirty clothes in his bag without
saying a word.

Billy watched him for a moment not knowing what to say. Feeling ashamed of
himself. He thought to himself, "Has it gotten so bad that I do these
things without even having to think about them now? I do not want to fuck
this up. I want Tommy as a friend more than anything else. I bet he won't
talk to me anymore." Billy almost wanted to cry. Even more so, when he
noticed the look that Tommy was giving him.

"Umm. I'm going to take a shower. There's cereal on the table, help
yourself. If you want something else, we can walk up the road and order
something when I get out of the shower."

Tommy didn't say anything so Billy grabbed his clothes and went to the
shower.

While standing under the water, thoughts of Tommy standing there with his
towel covering him flashed into Billy's mind. He started to think of how
soft and warm Tommy's butt was and how smooth his dick and balls
were. Billy looked at his own penis and the few wispy hairs growing on each
side of the base. He was semi hard but had no desire to jack off. He felt
panicky. I've gone too far this weekend. Maybe it would have been better if
Tommy had never come over. It's obvious I cannot control myself and now
I've lost my best friend. Billy's heart ached. If only Tommy felt the same
way for him that he felt for Tommy.

Billy let a tear fall from his eye before deciding to finish his shower and
try to make it up to Tommy.

Billy got dressed and walked downstairs. Tommy was eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hey." Billy said softly pouring himself a bowl of cereal.

"Hey." Tommy said coolly and shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his
mouth.

"Listen Tommy. I'm so sorry about that. It really was an accident."

"I think I want to go home today. I want to sleep in my own bed."

Billy sighed with disappointment. "If that's the way you want it man. I'm
sorry."

He pushed his bowl of cereal away and got up to walk out to the back deck,
sat down hard in a chair and watched the water ripple in the hot tub.







                       continued.........



 Is this a bad time to end this segment? I am sorry for the delay in
getting this piece posted. I will have part four up more quickly. I have
already started it and just need to put some finishing touches on it before
editing.

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