Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2006 10:06:23 -0800 (PST)
From: mister axl <axlwrite55@yahoo.com>
Subject: Billy's dreams come true 2-b

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             Copyright 2006 by AxL

             Disclaimer: The following contains acts of sex involving
minors and/or adults, as well as strong language and/or acts of violence.
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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
				    2-B

  The next day started like the one before. Billy felt that he just had to
see Tommy. The uncertainty was just too much. If Tommy hated him then so be
it, it was the not knowing that was killing him. He quickly showered and
went down for breakfast. His mother and father had already left as
usual. Billy sat at the table feeling alone, more alone than he had ever
felt before. If Tommy came to school today and if he was angry with Billy,
then he might just be disgusted enough with him to tell everything. What
would he do if Tommy told their friends about Billy in his mother's dress?
What if he told everyone that Billy acted like a flaming fag when he spent
the weekend with him? What if he told everyone that Billy kept feeling him
up and rubbing against his dick? What if he told everyone that Billy had
sucked his dick while he thought he was asleep? Billy suddenly felt sick to
his stomach. He thought about calling his mother and telling her that he
was staying home from school today. In the end he decided to just go to
school and face the music. If Tommy did all those things then so be it.

 Billy sat on the bus and stared out the window. He did not think, he just
sat and watched the houses go by, the cars and the people. He did not
fantasize and he definitely did not think about Tommy. He walked into
school on trembling legs. For a moment he thought he saw Tommy standing in
his usual spot but it was only a boy who slightly resembled Tommy.

 The day went by slowly and Tommy was again, not in class.  Billy just let
out a sigh and made up his mind that he had to accept things for what they
were. Not only had he lost his best friend, but he had hurt the boy so
badly that he could not even come to school.

 Billy wondered through the school with this reality slapping him in the
face each and every time he walked by Tommy's locker and did not see the
boy. For a brief instant he had a vision of being told by the counselors
that Tommy was dead. That his best friend had committed suicide.

 "Did he say anything to you Billy?"

 "No sir" Billy said trembling.

 "You boys just spent an entire weekend together. Did he let on in any way
that he was unhappy?"

 "No sir." Billy said softly.

 "What did you boys do this weekend?"

 "Nothing really. We just watched movies and played video games." Billy
said as he felt the tears forming in his eyes.

  The bell rang signaling the end of school and Billy boarded the bus with
a sick feeling growing in his gut.

 "I can't take this anymore." Billy said to himself as he entered his house
and ran up to his room.

 He stripped down to his underwear and lay on his bed until he drifted off
to sleep. He awoke with a headache and feeling disoriented. He had no idea
what time it was. He stumbled downstairs without putting any pants on.

 When he walked into the kitchen for a drink, his mother only stared at
him.

 "Since when do you walk around the house in your underwear?" She enquired.

 "I dunno." He mumbled.

 "My god. You look terrible. Now get yourself right up to bed. You're
staying home from school tomorrow..."

 Billy turned and walked up the steps without even letting her finish.

He was lying in bed when he heard his mother coming up the stairs.

 "Here. Take these. You need your rest. Here is some soup and a glass of
water. I want you to eat this and then rest. If you're not better by the
time I get home from work tomorrow I will call the doctor."

 Billy only looked at her. He thought about asking her to stay home with
him and telling her that he did not want to be left home alone. Instead, he
sipped his soup until she left. He then put his tray on the floor and let
the effects of the pills take over.

 His dreams were very abstract and when he woke in the middle of the night
he realized that he had had a wet dream. He did not have them very often as
he usually masturbated several times a day, but he just had not felt like
it over the last two days. He could not remember the dream and no sooner
than he slipped out of his wet underwear, he drifted back into sleep.

 Images of being handcuffed and led out of school as everyone called him
"queer" or "fag" passed into his dream. He saw Tommy's mother crying and
shouting "Molester" at him as they put him in the back of a police car. He
saw himself stripped naked in front of an entire court room and then
handcuffed to a jail cell door. Tommy walked behind him and began to hit
him with a belt across his backside. Billy cried out and begged Tommy to
forgive him, begging him not to hit him anymore and promising not to be a
"gayboy" anymore. If only he would be his friend again.

 Billy woke again covered in sweat. He was still groggy and unable to climb
out of bed for fear of losing his balance. He lay there staring at the
ceiling again until he drifted off to sleep. He dreamed that he and Tommy
were swimming together and suddenly Tommy swam under him and pulled his
shorts down. Billy was shocked and asked Tommy not to do this but Tommy
only persisted. He pushed Billy against the edge of the pool and began to
kiss him. Billy pulled away and turned his back to Tommy and tried to climb
out of the pool but Tommy pressed him against the pool and suddenly Billy
was powerless to free himself as Tommy began to kiss him on his neck. He
felt Tommy press his stiffness against his backside and then he felt him
rubbing himself between his cheeks. He could hear Tommy grunting as he
humped his backside before going completely stiff and pulling away. Billy
felt soreness on his neck and realized that Tommy had been biting his neck
the entire time. Billy climbed out of the pool and look at Tommy who
floated on his back and smiling at the boy with a smug grin. For that
instant Billy hated Tommy.

 He awoke in the morning when his mother came in to check on him and told
him to call her if he needed anything. She told him she wanted him to stay
in bed except to use the restroom.

 "Now if you get hungry I want you to eat only soup, and drink plenty of
juice. No soda." She kissed him on the forehead and checked him for a
fever. "I hope you feel better."

 Billy gave her a week smile as she left. He was suddenly aware of his
nakedness under the covers. He thought about putting some underwear on and
decided against it. Usually, he thought. "I would lay around naked and jack
off whenever and wherever I feel like it. But I don't feel like jacking
off." Then he remembered his dream and his anger for Tommy grew
again. "It's not like I traumatized him. Hell he was humping back against
me and he even got on top. It's not my fault he's so damned confused. I
hope he does tell his mother. I'll tell about how he made the bet for me to
wear a dress. I'll tell about how he put his hand in my pants, he just
didn't have the balls to put it all the way in. And speaking of balls. I'll
tell everyone how small his dick is and how he has little boy balls. No, he
doesn't want to fuck with me. I'll ruin him. Sure it might ruin my life,
but I'm taking him down with me."

 Billy was furious but he also realized that he was hard as a rock as he
lay on his bed and threw the covers off. He looked at his erect penis which
was about four inches. His head was slightly thicker than his shaft, which
he remembered, was much thicker than Tommy's. He looked at the few pubic
hairs he had growing on either side of the shaft of his dick. They were
still very thin and only 7 or 8 on each side, but he was proud of them and
could not wait until he had more. The head of his dick was pale and his
balls were starting to hang. He lay there and watched them moving inside
their sack. Something that he had recently discovered and enjoyed
immensely.

 Suddenly he could see Tommy's naked body. The boy stood before him in all
his glory with a proud three inch boner, his balls hanging tightly to his
body. Billy heard himself instruct the boy to walk over. When he did, Billy
turned him around and started to slap him on his butt. Tommy leaned over
the bed and Billy started to slap his butt harder causing Tommy to cry out
in pain.

 "That's for making me feel so bad." Billy said slapping the bare bottom
again.

Tommy cried out and apologized.

 Billy pulled the boys butt cheeks apart and jammed a finger into his butt
causing the boy to squeal.

 "You know you like it you little sissy boy." Billy screamed at him as he
jammed his finger in deeper.

 Tommy cried out and then began to moan as Billy worked the finger in and
out of the boy. Billy then withdrew the finger and climbed on the bed
instructing Tommy to climb on in a sixty-nine position. Tommy did so and,
without hesitation he engulfed Billy's dick.

 "And you act like you don't like this stuff. Look who's sucking who's
dick?"

 Billy pressed his finger into Tommy again as the boy sucked furiously on
his dick. Billy could smell the aroma of Tommy and it was bringing him
close to orgasm.

Billy exploded across himself as he heard the phone ring. He did not bother
to answer the phone. Instead, he lay there and let the puddle of boy juice
dry on his belly as he drifted off to sleep.

 When Billy awoke he felt better. He had decided that he was no longer
worried about what Tommy told anyone as it would ruin him too. He
eventually took a shower, taking time to fantasize about Tommy again and
jacked another load down the drain. He got dressed and was watching
television in the den when his mother came home. She asked him if he felt
better and he told her that he did.

 His father took them out to dinner and Billy actually felt more like his
old self again.

When they got home Billy climbed in the hot tub for a brief period and then
badgered his father for a swimming pool. His father explained that they
could not afford to have a pool put in and that it would not be happening
any time soon. Billy let it go at that and went up to his room before
eventually going to bed.



 When he awoke the next morning he was hit with a wave of reality. The fact
was that he was indeed afraid of what Tommy would tell people and even
worse, he was afraid to lose his best friend. He showered and went about
his usual routine. If he did not see Tommy today he would just call and
find out what was going on.

 He got off the bus and walked into the school to find Tommy standing in
his usual place. He shook his head to make sure it was really him. Tommy
gave him a wave and then looked down in his usual shy manner. Billy felt a
wave of emotions.

When Billy returned the wave, he did so with a growing feeling of dread.

 "I guess you were sicker than I was." Tommy said softly.

 "Huh?" Billy said confused.

 "Well I was only sick till Tuesday. You were sick yesterday too."

 "I was here Monday and Tuesday." Billy mumbled not quite knowing what to
make of the situation.

 "Oh." Tommy said as the bell rang and they were forced to go their
separate ways.

 Billy could not wait until lunch or until he would have the chance to talk
to Tommy. Tommy was acting like nothing was wrong. Perhaps he had over
reacted all along and everything was cool between him and Tommy.

His fears were put to rest when Tommy sat with him at lunch and the two
boys talked like they had always done, though Billy was still somewhat
tentative. Tommy had spent two days in bed with a virus that had him
throwing up and nursing a terrible headache.

 Billy remained reserved for a number of days. He often times reminded
himself that he needed to be careful around Tommy. That he had been given a
second chance and he did not want to mess it up by freaking him out with
his "gay boy" act. In time this passed.



 "Hey, when you gonna spend the night with me again?" Billy asked one day
after a few weeks had passed and he felt that it was safe.

 "I dunno." Tommy replied. "I didn't sleep so good last time."

 Billy decided to let the subject drop. He did not bring it back up until
shortly before spring break. His mother and father informed him that they
had another out of town trip. Billy asked his mother if she would call
Tommy's mother and ask if he could stay. He did not admit it, but he felt
if he called Tommy that the boy would simply make an excuse while his
mother would gladly agree. He was right, and now he was dripping with
anticipation of the next weekend with his best friend, the boy after whom
he lusted.

 One night, after his shower. Billy lay in his bed naked and looked at
himself. He had been monitoring his pubescent development and was quite
happy with it. He had noticed that his dick had gotten a little bit
thicker, and even though it was not evident when he measured it. He was
certain that his dick was getting longer too. His balls were hanging low in
their sack. But the best part was that the two tiny fields of pubic hair
had grown together and he now had a thin patch of pubic hair above his
proud penis. Albeit a very sparse patch. No more than a bunch of straggly
hairs, but more than he had last time Tommy was over. He began to wonder
what Tommy looked like down there now. He was certain that puberty had
begun in the boy. Tommy was nearly thirteen now and would surely be getting
some pubic hairs.

 Billy lay and watched as his penis grew hard. He watched the activity of
his balls sac as the skin constricted and expanded. He never grew tired of
watching his balls.

 Billy imagined what it would be like this weekend when Tommy came over to
spend the weekend. He imagined Tommy coming to bed in only the satin
shorts. He could tell he was not wearing underwear beneath them and his
once small bulge was now more prominent.

 "I have a surprise for you." Tommy said smiling and slowly lowering his
shorts.

 Billy watched in awe as Tommy brought the waste band to the edge of a thin
patch of golden pubic hairs. Billy let out a gasp as he realized that Tommy
had more pubic hair than he did.

 Billy dropped to his knees suddenly and waited for Tommy to approach
him. He continued to lower his shorts as he drew closer until, finally
Billy reached out and grabbed the edge of the shorts and pulled them to the
ground. Tommy stood before him with a very large and very erect penis,
encircled by a thick bush of pubic hair. Tommy pushed himself closer to
Billy and he nearly gagged as the head of the huge boy dick slammed into
the back of his throat.

 "Yeah, that's it. Eat that cock." Tommy moaned as he continued to fuck
into Billy's mouth.

 Tommy was pumping faster now and Billy could only wrap his hands around
his own penis. Which was miniscule in comparison. He could hear Tommy
breathing faster as he pounded harder into his mouth. Billy concentrated on
not gagging until Tommy pumped a huge load down his throat that choked
Billy and began to run out of his nose. Billy's eyes were watering as he
tried to swallow as much of it as possible.

 "I have been saving that one up for you for a long time." Tommy said
confidently as he moved over to the bed, discarding his shorts along the
way. "No point putting these back on. I might want you to service me during
the night."

 Billy was still on his knees with his limp dick in his hand. He looked at
Tommy in awe.

 Billy snapped out of his fantasy to realize that he did indeed have a hand
full of his penis.

 "Oh man." He thought to himself. "I hope I don't start doing this again, I
do not want to mess this weekend up with Tommy. If I can just get through
the weekend and not upset him with the gay routine I think all will be
fine." Billy lay there looking at the ceiling. "Of course if Tommy were to
instigate something, now that's a different matter all together. If he were
to instigate something, I will gladly give him the best blow job of his
life." Billy was suddenly hard as a rock and began to stroke himself absent
mindedly. "Oh who are you kidding? It's not going to happen so don't even
think like that. I can not handle another week of doubts and fears. I am
not going to do anything to mess this up. I am going to play it safe."

 Billy lay in bed smiling with anticipation but inside he had a slight
feeling of dread.


			   End of chapter 2....


 I am sorry for the long delays but the holidays played a big part in my
lack of time to write.

I have progressed with a couple of different ideas for this story but none
seem right when I re-read them. I havent had much feedback on a direction
for this story so I fear I may take a bit more time off and rethink the
direction. I want something true to the charcacters and not just self
gratifying. If you have any ideas let me know. If you feel that this story
has already lost its way then let me know that too.

input is welcome

write me: axlwrite55@yahoo.com

thanks for reading

               AxL