Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2008 16:37:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: Mikey and Billy, chapter 5 ...

All the regular warnings and instructions as to who should and should not
read this are in full force. I do not condone sexual activity between
adults and under-aged persons or any other illegal relationships. I also do
not support adults trying to train youth to make certain choices for the
benefit of the adult's own pleasure. I do advocate for youth to be who they
choose to be without being persecuted for their own decision. I do not say
whether their decision is right or wrong for everyone ... but for
themselves ... that is their personal business!

We left off:

Mr. J. was totally taken back over the fact that these were such good
student leaders, and that their wide influence on the entire campus might
either cause a revolution or be the instrument for revision of student
relations, depending on just how he and the coach handled the next couple
of days. He almost fell back into his office chair as he felt the impact of
the entire situation before him.

Mikey and Billy Cum of Age Chapter Five

It was way after dinner that evening when Billy and Mikey were finishing up
their homework assignments upstairs, and Mrs. G. answered the front
doorbell ...

      "Hi, Ma'am. Guess you don't know me, but I go to school with your
boys. Uh ... I'm on their football team, in fact. I was wondering
if...uh...maybe they'd let me come in and chat a little. Will you ask `em,
please?"

      "I'd be happy to, young man ... but it might help if I had a name to
go with the request!"

      "Oh yeah ... it's Freddie, Ma'am ... Freddie Collins. I used to be in
Mikey's scout troop a while back, too. Uh ... hope they'll see me. I think
I've been a little bit mean-like lately ... and I come to ...uh...apologize
... if they'll listen!"

      "Well, Freddie, I think they're pretty decent guys. I'll go get
them. Wait here in the living room. It won't take but a minute or two."

      "Thank you, Ma'am!"

Mrs. G. headed upstairs and knocked on the guys' doors ...

      "You both have a visitor downstairs. His name is Freddie, and he
would like to talk with you both."

      "But Mom ... he's such a jerk!"

      "Yeah. Mom ... he's been real mean lately too. Tell him we're busy!"

      "I will not! Maybe you'll like what he has to say ... now get down
there and at least treat him civilly! Scoot!"

      "Yes'M"

The guys started toward the living room, but neither of them felt like he
wanted to have anything to do with Freddie after all the junk he'd given
out after practices this fall. Billy still felt like Freddie protested the
gay-boy stuff way too much ... maybe as a disguise to cover some hidden
feelings or something. Mikey still remembered a few campouts with Freddie
too, and this `new' face Freddie has developed was strange, as far as Mikey
was concerned. But why would Freddie be coming to our house anyway? Neither
boy could figure that out. They both thought something was up, and just
didn't trust Freddie at this point.

But as soon as they saw him standing by the couch, wringing his hands and
looking like a lost puppy, they decided to at least give him the courtesy
of hearing what he had to say ...

      "Uh...Hi, guys! Bet you're surprised to see me here, huh!"

      "Actually, yes we are!" (Says Billy;) "Isn't it enough that you pick
on me in Gym class almost daily? Why at my house, too?"

      "I guess I deserve that, Billy. Sorry you feel that way, but I have
been quite a jerk lately...I know I have, and I'm sorry! Can I tell you
why...please?"

      "UH ... guess I can at least listen ... but Mikey here is staying,
too. I'd be more comfortable with him in the room with us."

      "That's fine. I want him to hear what I got to say, too. It sort's
affects him too."

      "Me? How'd I get in this thing that's developed between you and
Billy?"

      (Blushing some ...) "Mikey ... uh ... (gulp) ... It's involved you
since scouting days, Man, even if you didn't know it. God, this isn't easy
... can I sit down or sumthin'?"

      "Heck, yeah! You're shakin' like a leaf, Freddie ... I've never seen
you this way. D'ya need some water or a soda?"

      "Just some water, please!"

Billy went to the kitchen for glasses of water, and Mikey sat down on the
couch, motioning for Freddie to join him there. Freddie sat at the opposite
end of the sofa, looking very nervous. Mikey began the conversation, and
soon found out what Freddie had meant about those previous scouting days.
By the time Billy returned, Freddie told Mikey that he had secretly
developed a crush on Mikey, and wanted their friendship to develop a lot
deeper than it had. This, of course, supported Mikey's theory, but he
didn't let Freddie know of the suspicions held all this time.

Freddie took the water from Billy, and drank it down in one huge glug!
Billy sat in the recliner facing Freddie, but didn't choose to sit on the
couch between him and Mikey. Freddie inhaled ... breathed out heavily
... looked at Billy, and burst into tears ...

      "Oh Shit! Billy, I am so fuckin' sorry how I've treated you this
fall. I almost had to if I was gonna make it on the team this year! I was
afraid that maybe I'd get the same treatment as Joey did if I ... if I
... didn't act like they did! It wasn't right, or fair to you ... but it
was like self-preservation, y' know?  It wasn't jealousy `cause you got the
position I wanted ... it was because I was so damn scared that I'd be found
out! Uh ... I know who did the business on Joey! I had to stay safe and
silent! I didn't wanna die!"

      "What are you saying, Freddie? You know who killed my brother?"

      "Yeah! Who ... and why! Well, they didn't want to do more than hurt
him bad ... the death thing was not in the plan ... but the `smear the
queer' sure was! And honest...they didn't know for sure, but they just
figured that if he was so close to Korey ... and Korey moved in with
Mr. Freeburg ... then they must all be homos!"

      "You mean with out any proof or sexual advances against them, they
just figured..."

      "That's why I was so friggin' scared that I might be outed! Hell
... if they only figured things about Joey, and beat the shit out'a him
... they'd massacre me if they knew the truth. So I hid behind the mask of
... of ... hating anyone who was even connected with Joey ... and that was
you, Billy ... and I am so fuckin' sorry!"

      "Uh ...Freddie ... I guess I can forget all that junk you pushed
toward me, mainly because you're struggling so badly over it all.  I
actually believe that you're truly sorry! I accept that! But things have to
be different from here on!"

Billy then told Freddie of the club being formed. Mikey added a lot to the
club conversation, as well as telling Freddie that there were feelings
toward him as well since those nights of tent sharing experimentation
... so he knew why Freddie had kept it secret, because Mikey had done the
same ... just without the hatred thing as a cover up. This cleared the air
of a lot of tension in all directions.

But then, Freddie turned the subject slightly in a different way again ...

      "Guys ... I have to tell you why all this hit me so strong tonight
that I had to come see you! It's that new kid ... well, not new exactly,
but I just noticed him a week ago ... uh ... I think his name is Timmy! I'm
just so glad that the Wrestling Coach heard what was going on and got there
fast enough! DAMN! I couldn't take it if it all happened all over again!
Besides, Timmy was such a little bugger! Joey was a lot stronger when..."

      "Freddie ... are you saying that you knew ahead of time that these
dudes were gonna attack Timmy?"

      "Not in so many words, Mikey ... but I overheard a couple of them
chatting with the football captain the day before about some kid that
needed a lesson. No names, but they did say something might just happen
after practice...and soon! If I had only known when and who ... I'da gone
to someone; honest I would have!"

      "Freddie ... we can't go back and change the past, but we can direct
the future a little bit! Will you join us to get the club started? If we
don't get movin' on this, more of the same is gonna happen all over
campus. It'll grow like a wild fire, spreading everywhere, and no one will
be safe if they are just a little bit different!"

      "Billy ... if you can accept me as I am, and forgive me for bein' a
jerk ... then I guess I can stand with you and Mikey...and Timmy too! I
guess I just made up my mind that you guys are far more worthy of being
friends with than those ... mean and dangerous guys!"

      "One more question, Freddie ... I need to know this right up
front...Are you willing to go with us to Mr. Jacobs with what you know
about those dudes? I mean, they murdered my Joey, and that's gotta be
addressed. If you're not, I can totally understand the safety issue
bouncing around in your head. But homicide is a lot worse that just hurtin'
a guy's spleen accidentally from bein' so mean!"

      "I'm not sure if what I do know is enough to convict `em or whatever,
but if it will give Mr. Jacobs a place to start ... uh ... and if I can be
sort'a anonymous ... ah fuck! Screw the anonymous stuff ... for you two
guys, and for Timmy's sake, YEAH! I guess I can!"

      "Good deal, Man! I'll guarantee you that Mikey, Timmy and I will be
your allies for good ... wont we, Mikey?"

      "You bet! But Freddie? Do your parents know you're ..."

      "No! I haven't even got caught jerkin' off by them! They think I'm a
perfectly normal straight jock with no issues of any kind! This is gonna
knock them on their asses. Does the club help parents come to grips, too?"

      "You bet it does! Would you like to look at some of the stuff on-line
to see just how great this idea is?" You could call your parents and ask if
you can stay the night here to do some work on a school project, and we'll
see you get to school in the morning."

      "Maybe if your Mom asked mine, it'd be better on a school night."

      "OK ... I'll get Mom to call. Guess you better stay in my room
though, because Billy is a Foster Kid, and he's supposed to have a room to
himself. (Giggle*)

      "Yeah, right, Mikey ... as if that happens all the time! I'll go ask
Mom ... you take Freddie to your room, Bro!"

      "Uh... guys? Did I just pick up on the idea that you two ... "

       "Freddie, you ever hear of the military rule of don't ask...don't
tell?"
                                                          (Saluting!)

As Mikey and Freddie headed to Mikey's computer desk, Billy went to get
Mrs. G. to call Mrs. Collins to get permission for Freddie to stay
over. She promised his Mom that she would make sure the boys got proper
sleep before school tomorrow, and that the school project was important
enough to do as a team ... so Mrs. Collins approved the stay, after
Mrs. G. satisfactorily answered things like ... clothes for tomorrow,
toothbrush...you know...mama questions.

Billy hurried back upstairs to tell the others that the stay over was all
set. They were already so engrossed in the computer info that Billy just
stood behind them, with his hands on Freddie's shoulders as all three read
more and more new materials. Occasionally, Freddie would look over his
shoulder at Billy, and his face showed that all between them was now well
and good. Billy responded without thinking by giving Freddie a shoulder
massage ... which also seemed to allow his hands to travel around front to
Freddie's chest and even some arm work to boot. It's a rather good thing
that Mrs. G. knocked on the door to inform the boys that it was bedtime,
because after a little while of Billy's unconscious attention, Freddie `s
mind was beginning to wander.

Billy announced that he would shower tonight, and head to bed ... and leave
the shower available in the morning for the other two. Mikey knew where
Billy was coming from, and told Freddie that it would work out best that
way to insure hot water for everybody ... but surely, there was another
idea behind the whole concept. What idea, you ask? C'mon ... remember those
scouting nights ... and the admission that both guys had hidden feelings
all this time. Morning showers could erase traces of whatever might just
happen if ... oops, wrong word ... would happen as the rest of the
household slept quite `soundly'!

Besides, Billy had his own purpose for showering tonight. He knew that if
he was going to allow Mikey and Freddie to share a bed, that he needed to
work off his new-found emotions regarding Freddie, especially since his
inflated member had reacted so strongly to the shoulder massage activity of
the last hour or so ... and needed immediate attention if he was going to
get any sleep at all.

Billy soaped up with shower gel, one that he had chosen because it reminded
him of his brother's fragrance after he bathed ... before his death, that
is: `Cool Sea Breeze'; manly, bold, commanding, and yet quite tender at the
same time. Billy ached for a touch from Joey ... knowing it would never
again be possible. But still, in his mind's eye, he could feel Joey right
there in the shower with him. Mikey was a great lover and close
friend...but he still wasn't Joey! Billy daydreamed about the hand on his
cock belonging to Joey, and the gel he used to make things slippery being
Joey's saliva from the hottest, wettest, most heavenly mouth ever to
swallow every inch of the hard-on now being caressed and worked into a
frenzy.

In spite of the fact that Billy was attempting to make this last a long
time, his young body knew that there was no holding back from expelling its
entire sexual contents all over the shower wall. His legs shook, and just
about buckled. His breathing became very gaspy and shallow. His muscles
involuntarily took over and shook his entire body in almost violent spasms
as he remembered Joey's role in his progress through puberty.  And then
... it happened! Like a hurricane wind, from the absolute deepest part of
his being ... ripping through his maleness ... SPLAT! ... SPLAT! ... and
several more lesser powered thrusts of flying cum ... Billy's body slid
down the shower wall until his ass hit the floor of the stall, legs
stretching out like rubber hoses across the drain, and tears of pleasure
from release soon changing to ones of personal pain and loss mixed with
anger over those guys that Freddie had mentioned.

After being sprawled on the shower floor and letting the warm water flow
over him like a soothing balm, Billy stood again, washed his face to rid it
of the evidence of his crying heart, and turned off the water. He grabbed a
towel to dry off, hoping his little anger fit wasn't overheard by anyone
else, and headed off to his own bed to try to sleep in spite of revengeful
thoughts attempting to flood his mind. He knew revenge was not the right
way to go! He knew he had never felt that emotion before. He knew he didn't
want to feel that way now! But ... after all, he was still only fourteen!
His final thought before crashing off to a somewhat restless sleep ...

      "Oh God ... please let this club idea work out. It's the only way
I'll get any peace without tearing those guys apart! Help me ... Amen!"

Meanwhile, across the hallway in Mikey's room a very different set of
emotions were unfolding.  Freddie and Mikey were discussing old scouting
days and the bits and pieces of experimental nights in those two-man tents
on cold night sleep-outs. Both admitted that at that time, it was all just
`boy curiosity' that led to those times of checking out certain guy parts
and feelings. But between then and now, certain new thoughts had overtaken
each of them as they discovered further desires developing. Freddie was
first to let Mikey know that he had been the subject of several bed time
jerk-off sessions. Then Mikey chimed in with admission of similar thoughts
about Freddie. All this time, both boys lay there on their backs, looking
toward the ceiling, and staying almost frozen in place ... unable to move a
muscle from fear of where this might head next, if one of them gave in to
currently building emotion.

Almost simultaneously, however, legs began to press together under the
sheets. No effort was made to pull away when the touch was felt. Then hands
touched as well ... and a tender grip of fingers lacing together brought
the conversation to an abrupt halt. Next, two heads turned to face each
other ... a small smile formed on both faces ... and as if a verbal
invitation was blurted out over the P.A. System, the two young men rolled
silently onto their sides, and drew close together in a wonderful hug of
acceptance over what they both were thinking ... and a sensual kiss began
to set the mood for the rest of the night's encounter.

Even though both boys realized that silence was a necessity if they were
not to be discovered, the fervency of their physical contact was as intense
as any football scrimmage in which they had ever participated. I am sure
that if there had been a camera recording the session; the resulting film
would earn some award for best porno of the year! The raw energy of two
15-year-olds being controlled by erupting hormones and stamina of youth
just can't be described in all its glory ... especially since it had been
kept locked up inside for almost two years before being unleashed to be
shared between guys who were objects of desire to one another in secret.

(Dirty Trick...but insert your imaginations here! *W*)

What I will say is that each boy shot off at least three different loads
before being drained to the point of exhaustion. Billy's 7-incher and
Freddie's 7.5-incher had both been well used and cared for by various
exciting experiences before wilting. The balance of powers and the sharing
of total beings in equal shares seemed to make it pretty clear that these
two were going to become an item. No guilt or sorrow ever crossed these
minds after things cooled down for the night. The only thing that did come
up in the afterglow conversation was Mikey's concern for how it would
affect Billy to find out just how deep Mike's feelings for Freddie had
developed in just one night of making love ...

      "Uh...Mike? He's your best friend, right? He loves you, right? I
think it'll be OK, really! You and he will always love each other ... I
know that! But guys can have more than one person that means so much. Bill
also likes Tim a whole bunch! And you do to! I can see that. So what's
wrong with adding a fourth guy to the equation?"

      "Freddie ... I mean Fred, I can see your point ... and I agree with
the theory. Lord knows I'd like it to be that way. But we gotta ask Bill
first, before we just assume it will all be OK. Can you understand that?"

      "Heck, yeah; sure I can. But lemme remind you that Bill willingly let
us share a bed tonight. He's not going to hold anything against us for
doing exactly what he helped set up to happen. I honestly think he is more
mature about these things than some guys a few years older would be. If I'm
wrong ... I'll ... I'll ... hell, I'll disappear and give you back to him
totally, and never show up again. That's how sure I am that he'll be OK
with this."

      "I hope you're right, Fred. I really do! I want all four of us to be
a real team. And I don't mean just in sexual activity. I mean it to carry
through with the club stuff and all the way into campus life for years to
come."

      "Then, Love ... sleep on that thought!"  (( KIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS ))

  Needless to say, the alarm clocks in the morning were not really
appreciated, but were definitely a necessity. Three very weary boys dragged
out of their rooms and downstairs for breakfast ...

      "Well well, not too much rest last night, boys?"

      "UH...Mom, I had a few bad dreams still hangin' on from Joey's
demise. I didn't sleep too good at all. But I'll live!"

      "Son, I'm sorry about that, but the dreams will soon quit, I'm
sure. You've handled all that so well for a person so young. It's no wonder
your mind still hasn't let it all go yet. If they seem to hang on too long,
we could set up a counseling session or two if you think it might help."

      "Nah! I'll work it out! I'm not crazy ... just still emotional. I am
talking things through with Mr. J. and Mikey. I'm sure not holding it all
in."

      "But you other two ... your eyes look like burnt holes in blankets!
You surely didn't stay up all night on that computer, did you? Freddie
... your mother will have my head if you fall asleep at school today!"

      "No, Mrs. Gillis, Ma'am ... we hit the sack shortly after
midnight. We might'a talked over old times a while before we fell asleep
... that's all!"

      "As you say, young man! And Mikey, Dear ... if Freddie has problems
at school today, you'll be held accountable. It was your idea to have him
stay on a school night!"

      "MOOOOMMMMMMMM?????"

      "Now eat up and scoot! All of you!"

On the way to school, walking three-a-breast, Billy asked Freddie if he was
willing to see Mr. Jacobs today and tell him what he overheard ...

      "Oh yeah! You bet! I gotta get it off my chest."

      "Good deal. When we get there, let's see if he's got a few minutes
before classes. I know he'd like to know that stuff before he talks with
Coach Howard later today."

      "Uh...Billy? I gotta know somethin' too, Bro!"

      "Yeah, Mikey?"

      "Did you allow Freddie to share my room last night on purpose?"

      "Hell yeah, Bro! I caught the drift of things all evening. I wanted
you two to discover just exactly how deep you had hidden things inside
yourselves. I may be young, but I ain't blind and stupid. All I want to
know is if you got things out in the open and the air cleared?"

      "Uh ... as open as possible ... I hope that don't piss you off, Bro!"

      "Why should it? I set it up! Who knows, now that I've forgiven
Freddie for his actions this fall, maybe we all might get to know each
other better! And when Tim gets healed up ... the school might just have to
get used to a new version of the Four Musketeers!"

      "Really, Billy ...uh I mean Bill ... like you'd be OK with getting to
know me better too?"

      "Of course, Fred! If Mike likes you ... so do I! And from how tired
you guys were at breakfast ... that's gotta be a given!"

That having been said, they arrived at the school office
complex. Mr. Jacobs was in the hall as always, overlooking the arrival of
his charges. Bill asked if Mr. J. had a few minutes before classes, and of
course, he did. They all went into his office and sat down to chat ...

      "Mr. J. ... you know Fred Collins, I'm sure. He's got something he
wants to tell you, but he wants to keep some anonymity about telling it."

      "I think we can arrange that, Bill. Is it involving what happened to
Tim?"

      "Sir ... (Freddie) ... Uh, maybe Tim and back as far as about Joey
too."

      "Oh really? Now that is some worthwhile information. I'm willing to
see that your name doesn't come up about informing me. I'll not even say I
know anything you tell me until I have more proof to back up theories prior
to exposing the truth. How's that? Make it easier to tell me?"

      "Yes Sir, it does! Thanks. Well ... I was in the Gym the other day
... the day before Tim got crunched. And I overheard a conversation
... between Football guys and Wrestling guys. (Tells the details of the
conversation, as he had done already to Billy and Mikey.)"

      "Do you have any names, Fred? I need names to follow it up further."

      "Just three right now, Sir ... Wilton Chambers, the Varsity Football
Captain, Kevin Thompson, the Wrestling Captain ... and the lead trombone
player from the Band, Ralph Marrow. Kev was mentioning Tim, and what the
team planned to do to him `soon', and the other two mentioned what Joey
got! It made me think they were sort'a responsible for that too. I dunno
for sure, but I sure got that impression."

      (Bill) ... "And Mr. J. ... if they did, it's at least manslaughter if
not murder, ain't it?"

      "Bill ... Son, that is a real heavy charge to make. We really need a
lot of proof to back it up before we can do anything. Now, I'll need to
share these ideas with Coach Howard today, and get him started on checking
things out ... but I will keep Fred's name, in fact all 3 of your names out
of the conversation ... as if I discovered this all on my own. Hope that's
alright with you all."

      "Yes, Sir. We better go before anyone sees us in here as a group."

      "Use the back door to the parking lot, boys ... and come around to
the front of the school as if you just arrived on campus. And Fred
... thanks a lot for being willing to tell me what you heard. That took
guts, young man!"

      "Uh ... Mr. Jacobs? All I hope is that when Coach Howard hears about
it, that he is able to keep his cool! He was so pissed with his guys
yesterday, that if he connects them to Joey's death too ... all hell could
break out! Help coach to not get in trouble too, please. We like him!"

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End of Chapter Five