Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2008 00:14:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: Mikey and Billy, chapter 7 ...

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 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:

All this time, Billy sat in the recliner across the room with his hands
covering the front of his pants in a rather inconspicuous manner as he
watched the TV show very intently to avoid looking the orderly in the
eye. But as the orderly stepped through the doorway, he turned to Billy and
gave him a huge grin, gave a small grab at his own crotch, winked ... and
closed the door behind himself. It wasn't until that moment that Billy
realized that a certain fragrance still permeated the room slightly, even
above the antiseptic smell of the hospital atmosphere.  He thought to
himself, as he sunk deep into the recliner ... "God ... I hope that guy can
keep his mouth shut!"

Mikey and Billy Cum of Age
Chapter Seven

By the way, this might be a great time to introduce the known facts about
the orderly that Billy seemed a bit nervous about ...

Hospital Orderly = Reginald (`Reggie') Marrow, older brother of the
trombone player; 20 years old, previously on school wrestling team as
heavyweight champ; also involved in the weight lifting team for his senior
year; very buff, and very strong; almost massive ... but very gentle
personality; caring and willing to be helpful; basis for choosing his
profession. (Also helped his younger brother to discover inner tendencies
while still living at home and sharing a room together...but both guys
swore secrecy to save their reps on campus!)  6'2" tall, 258 pounds of pure
muscle; slightly hairy (`teddy bear' type) but kept shaved during wrestling
seasons; now allowed to grow out; black hair, short cut military style;
piercing dark brown eyes, very thin jaw line beard flowing into a small
goatee; a full 9" thick cock and low hanging ball sack holding bigger than
walnut sized gonads that always seemed to be full and ready to supply any
demand made upon them.

Having described the crotch rubbing and winking dude in detail, one can
assume that Billy's worries are not as big a concern as he figured at the
moment ... but that will become more evident in a little while ... promise!

      "Uh...Billy?"

      "Yeah, Timmy?"

      "I'm gettin'pretty tired, especially after our little therapy
session. I think I need some sleep. You gonna stay here with me all night?"

      "The nurse said that when you got into a private room, she'd try to
get permission for me to stay with you. I'm hopin' they bring in a second
bed ... `cause if they don't, I'm gonna make do with this recliner. I ain't
gonna leave you alone ... that's for sure! Mrs. G. knows I'm stayin' and
she's fine with it."

      "God, Billy ... I wish my Dad gave a shit about me like your foster
Mom does about you! Pull the chair up next to my bed and hold my hand while
I fall asleep...please! I really need to know that someone is here that
really cares!"

Billy dragged the chair right up next to Timmy's bed, took Tim's hand
... leaned over and kissed Tim on the lips, which was more than just a good
night peck, and held his hand grip in such a way that Timmy was totally
assured of his love and his presence. Timmy dropped off to sleep in
probably the most peaceful rest he had in days.

About twenty minutes later, the room door opened, and it was the orderly
again ... this time bringing in a guest bed ... not another hospital type,
nor a roll-away fold-up, but a normal real bed. He saw that Billy was
completely engrossed in giving comfort to Timmy, and so he simply began to
put linens and a couple pillows in place. Billy had almost drifted off in
his own dream world, until he was jolted slightly by the orderly knocking
something off the night stand as he was making the bed ...

      "Uh ... Shit! What was ... oh, it's you! Didn't hear you come in!"

      "Hey, sorry, Guy! I brought the bed that the nurse told me to bring
... last thing I had to do on duty tonight. I saw you there making sure
Timmy was comfortable, so I decided to make up the bed without bothering
you. By the way, did you tell me your name earlier? I'm Reggie."

      "I dunno if I did or not ... but I'm Billy, Billy Matthews. Glad to
meet'cha , Reggie! You're sure a nice guy. The hospital is lucky to have
someone as good with people as you are. But ... uh ..."

      "Hey, Billy ...relax, Dude! It's no one else's business if you and
Timmy had a little friendly moment or two earlier! Heaven knows they'll
never hear about it from me! Oh yes, that reminds me ... I brought you a
set of scrubs to wear, so you can rinse out those sticky clothes and let
them dry in the restroom."

      "So you did notice, huh!"

      "Been there a few times myself, Billy Boy! No Sweat! It's natural! Uh
... did you say ... Matthews?"  "Yeah ...why?"

      "I've been out'a school for two years now, but I knew a guy named
Matthews that might have been a Senior this year ... lemme see ... uh
... Joseph, I think!"

      "Oh God ... You knew my brother?"

      "Well, I met him at a Scout Jamboree one summer. I was in a different
troop, but we were doing a combined training camp for new Tenderfoot
scouts, and we spent the week as team leaders, and he and I shared a
tent. Cool guy!"

      "Uh...Reggie? This might sound strange, but I'm gonna ask anyway! Uh
... did you two get to know each other very closely?"

      "Do you mean, like you and Timmy there know each other?"

      (Blushing ...) "Yeah ... `spose so!"

      "Look, Billy ... like I said earlier, a week in a small tent
together, normal horny teenagers, and yes ... we did what came naturally;
more than once, in fact. And when the school year started up, we had a
couple sleep-overs too. But my little brother walked in on us, and just
about fell head over heals for Joey on the spot. In order to keep from
hurting Ralphy Boy's feelings, I stopped doin' things with Joey. My
relationship with my little brother meant more to me than anything else
... and I just knew that he'd think I was the reason he couldn't get close
to Joe on their band trips."

      "UH ...Band trips? Your little brother is in the Band?"

      "Yeah! Dang good trombone player, too! I think he has first chair
this year. But it wasn't me that got in the way. It was another band kid
... Cody...no, Korey ... that's it ... Korey! Ralphy sat next to Korey in
the brass section, and somehow got a crush on him ... even stronger than
the one he held for Joey. Then last year, that Korey dude was so busy as
Drum Major in meetings with the Band Director ... and Joey was being
trained to take Korey's place ... well, Ralphy seemed to snap, just because
he had lost any chance of ... well, you get the idea!"

      "Are you saying that Ralph got mad over being super jealous? Uh
... like maybe he wanted to get back at Korey or Joey ... or both?"

      "OMG, Billy ... are you thinking that Ralph might have ... aw, fuck!
Not my little brother! No way he'd be a part of ... the shit that happened
to Joey! At least I can't believe he would! No matter how mad he was over
Joey spending so much time with Korey ... he just ... just wouldn't ... not
that! Oh God, Little Brother ... you wouldn't ... would you?"

      "Easy, Reggie ... I wasn't accusing him of anything...honest! I
didn't mean to upset you so badly. I shouldn't even have mentioned
it. Please don't get mad at me!"

      "Look, Billy! You didn't say or do anything for me to get mad at you
for! It's just that I never even thought about the possibilities before! In
fact, both Ralphy and I were so secretive about our inner desires, that I
simply tuned out on any such thinking! But if there could even be a shred
of truth in what just crossed my mind ... Man, I gotta find out! If my
brother had anything to do with your brother's death ... There's no way I
can keep quiet about any of this any longer!"

Reggie grabbed Billy and held him close in those massive muscled arms of
his... rocking Billy back and forth as both shed tears together over the
conversation they just had. (Billy for having brought up the subject in the
first place, and Reggie for his feared part in it all happening by his
encouraging of Ralph's crushes;)

Just about the time they stopped crying and began to feel a strange bond
form between them because of being tied so closely to recent historical
happenings, Timmy woke up and asked for Billy by name. Reggie signaled
through body language for Billy to let go and head over to Timmy's side
... and then Reggie silently left the room to allow the other two to be
alone.

      "Geesh, Billy ... I just had the craziest dream! It involved the guys
that I told Mr. J. about having heard talkin' the other day ... Wilton,
Kevin and Ralph ... it was like Ralph had put the other two up to getting'
back at Joey for somethin'. It was scary, actually! I could'a sworn the
voices were right here in this room!"

      "Nobody here but me, Pal ... go back to sleep. Rest easy...I'm right
beside ya!"

Billy didn't want to upset Timmy by sharing what he had discovered as he
and Reggie talked ... but he knew in his heart that he needed to talk to
Mr. J. as soon as he saw him the next time. It might be one more piece to
the puzzle to get some real justice! However, for now, Timmy needed to feel
secure, so Billy gently pushed Tim to one side of his hospital bed, and
scootched in next to him ... arm across Tim's chest, letting Tim feel his
warmth as they both fell asleep in the space usually allowed for just one
person.

Fortunately for them, the first person on duty the next morning was Reggie,
and it was he that walked in to find them still asleep in Tim's bed. Reggie
woke Billy, and got him to move back to the spare bed just before the
charge nurse came in to see if all was OK. Otherwise, Billy might have lost
his privilege of staying over. The nurse checked all the vitals on Timmy,
and found that he was sufficiently recovered to allow the I-V to be
removed. She left instructions for Timmy to use the bathroom and shower
... and to walk the halls to get his strength and balance back, but to have
someone with him in case of any equilibrium problems arising. Billy, of
course, assured her that he would be right by Timmy's side whatever! So,
she left the room.

After the breakfast meal was served ... real food for Timmy too this time,
the boys decided it was shower time ...

      "Hey, Billy Babe ... look!  No hook-ups! But remember, you promised
to be at my side ... (Giggle*) ... even in the shower!"

      "Wouldn't have it any other way, Lover Boy! Guess we can make sure
each other gets a good thorough cleaning!"

      "Uh ... inside and out, I presume?"

      "Well, Timmy Dear ... I only have one tool for cleaning the inside!"
(Huge grin*)

      "Wouldn't have it any other way ... as long as I get to return the
favor!"

      "I dunno! Is that activity on the allowed list from the Dr. during
your recovery period?"

      "I sure as heck don't see it on the DO NOT side of the list!"

It's a good thing that hot water isn't charged for on a hospital bill! It
took almost an hour before the two were clean and dressed for the day. When
they came back out of the bathroom, Reggie was sitting in the room waiting
to help Timmy back to bed.  He had made the beds up fresh, and been
enjoying the sounds coming from the shower. Billy figured out that part,
but Timmy still wasn't clued in to Reggie's side interests yet. At least,
not until ...

      "Shit, guys! You might be more careful with your sound effects around
here. A fella might get the wrong idea about what's going on if he sits out
here and listens a while!"

      "OMG ... you heard us ... uh ..."

      "Don't worry, Timmy ... Reggie here understands real well, and will
keep his mouth shut! He and I chatted last night, and he's fine with our
friendship!"

      "Yeah, Timmy ... I am! In fact, (patting his tented scrubs), I
enjoyed the mental pictures I got as I listened. But you still need to be
more careful. Others around here would toss Billy here out on his keester
if they got any impression that ..."

      "Uh...OK Reggie! I get the message ... but if it's what we both wanna
do, why would they..."

      "Rules, kid...rules! This isn't a hotel for romantic couples, you
know! If you get caught, I couldn't help you out of the mess ... even if I
do approve! Just be a bit more discrete! For all our sakes ... I don't want
to miss out on the show either."

      (Giggles from both boys...) "We like what's showin' right now,
Reggie!"

(As they both grabbed the tent in his loose greens, and squeezed the
culprit that stood so firmly underneath the cloth.)

      "Can we see what you got in there, Reggie? It's our fault he's
awake!"

      "God, guys! I could get fired for that! Tell you what ... later on,
if I need to help you to the can ... uh, maybe my flap might accidentally
be open or sumthin' ... but if anyone walked in and saw us like this ... my
ass would be grass!"

      "Then ... you're not exactly sayin' no...huh!"

      "I gotta say no here in the hospital ... but after you're discharged,
maybe somehow you might just happen to discover my addy and phone
number. I'm not always on duty!"

Meanwhile, back at the High School, Mr. Jacobs received a phone call from
the hospital registration office ...

      "Mr. Jacobs? ..."  "Yes! What can I do for you?"

      "We have tried and tried to contact the father of Timothy Woodland,
and have had no success at all. I know you guaranteed insurance coverage
for all the expenses involved ... but if we can't find the boy's father
soon, we will have to release him to Child Protective Services ... because
otherwise, we cannot keep him here longer than allowed for the procedures."

      "Let me do some checking! I know of a possible foster parent who
might take him already ... and if she can't do it, then I will arrange with
CPS to take him myself. As soon as I have it all worked out, I'll inform
you of the arrangements. Can you wait a day or so before taking action?"

      "Sir ... we can wait 48 hours, but after that, the boy is
sufficiently recovered to be released, and we have to know exactly where he
is to go legally."

      "Understood. You will hear from me within that time frame! Thank you
for calling me first."

Frank immediately called Mrs. G. and explained the issue to her as clearly
as he could. Mrs. G. said that she was already short on extra space since
Mikey and Billy both need separate rooms according to CPS...

      "I did ask ... but they said that Timmy would require his own room as
well, and that would take away my guest income. I tried to get approval,
but CPS just wouldn't bend on the privacy part of the arrangements."

      "Well, Phyllis ... I know the boys will appreciate the fact that you
tried hard. So, I suppose I will follow through on my promise. I'll take
Tim, myself ... and your two will certainly be allowed to visit anytime. I
can't see breaking up the trio. Besides, I'm rather fond of the idea of
having a young man around again. I miss my own son. Thanks for all you have
done so far! I'll let you know how I fare with CPS."

It was after 5 o'clock in the evening when Mr. J. arrived at the hospital
to visit Timmy. But before he went to the room, he stopped in at the
Business Office to inform the staff of his findings regarding Timmy's
situation. The paperwork was finalized to the satisfaction of the hospital,
and off to the room he went ...

      "Hey...Mr. J., it's cool you're here! S'up, Sir?"

      "Tim ... I need to talk with you for a minute on a serious matter
... uh Billy, can you go get a coke or something?"

      "Sure, Mr. J., whatever you say ..."

      "NO! I want Billy to stay, Mr. J.  He can hear anything you got to
say to me. He and I ..."

      "Alright Tim ... no problem! I understand about how close you two
are. If you don't mind Billy staying, neither do I.  Just let me say it all
before you react...OK?"

      "Uh-huh!"  (As they both sit down with somewhat of a `what now' look
on their faces)

      "Tim ... the hospital called me and informed me that they still
couldn't find your father, and that by tomorrow they needed to know where
you were going to be sent, because you have recovered sufficiently to be
released. I did check with Mrs. G., and CPS said `no deal' on shared
bedrooms under the rules of foster placement. I know that Mike and Billy
were willing to share so that you could have a private room, but that was
vetoed by CPS. Mrs. G. definitely tried very hard to arrange that for
you. But it was denied. So I went to CPS myself, and like I said earlier, I
requested to become your foster parent. You'll live with me ... at least
until your father gets back into the picture ... that is, if that's OK with
you."

      "Gee, Mr. J., I dunno ... being a Principal's son could be a problem
on campus
                           ... (Then a huge smile spreads across his face)
...

      "Aw heck ... can't be any worse than joining a Gay Rights Club, now
...could it?"

No sooner than having said that ... Tim grabbed Mr. J. around the neck and
gave him a huge hug ...

      "Actually, Mr. J., I'd like that a whole lot! Maybe even enough to
feel like I don't care if my ol' man ever comes back for me! You've shown
more care for me in the last week that my dad has in the last two years!"

      "Uh...Mr. J.?"  "Yes, Billy?"

      "Me and Mikey still able to come visit Timmy when we want to?"

      "And stay over anytime as well...yes! You two will always have an
open invitation at my home ... uh, Tim's and my home, that is!"

The next hour or so, the atmosphere in the room took on a family reunion
feeling. Being a Friday night, with a week-end ahead instead of school,
questions like ... what do you want your room to be like ... what are your
favorite foods ... and all sort of Dad/Son type conversation permeated the
air. Even Billy took part in the answers, since Timmy insisted that his
likes were included ... since he was `gonna be there' so often anyways!

Then into the room walked Reggie to tell Timmy that the Dr. was going to
come by tomorrow morning to do his final check-up, and if all was OK, Tim
would be discharged by noon. Mr. J. recognized Reggie from school a couple
years ago, and invited Reggie to stay a while. Reggie said that he would
love to, but that he wasn't off duty yet, and had other patients to check
on. However, he did ask Mr. J. to step out into the hallway a moment.

When he and Mr.J. were alone in the hall, Reggie shared what he had finally
come to grips about ... regarding Ralph and his buddies at
school. Mr. J. put his hand on Reggie's shoulder, told him how well he knew
it hurt Reggie to mention it...but that this served to back up a theory
already held by school staff, and was under quiet investigation. He assured
Reggie that things would be done discretely, and that Reggie didn't `blow
the whistle' on his brother, but simply gave credence to what was already
thought to be true ... making Reggie feel better about sharing his concerns
...

      "Well, Mr. J., brother or not ... I couldn't approve of what happened
to Joey...ever! Besides, Billy deserves things to be settled right! It's
such a weight on the kid's shoulders, especially at his age. Whatever
happens, please see that those kids in there get a fair shake ... know what
I mean?"

      "Yes, Reggie ... I do know exactly what you mean ... all of it! And
don't worry, I saw your tender side the entire time you attended school
under my principalship. It's OK!"

Reggie left to check on other patients, and Mr. J. returned to the room to
find two hugging boys celebrating the next day's possibilities. (Only
hugging! They were being careful like Reggie had suggested!) Billy broke
the hug and turned to Frank with a look as if to ask about the discussion
in the hallway ...

      "Just a little talk of old times at the school; Reggie remembered me,
and some other things that happened there, and we just chatted to get
things up-to-date."

Billy understood what Mr. J. was inferring, which made Billy relax a little
because it wasn't his responsibility any longer to inform Mr. J. about
Ralph ... especially in front of Timmy, who of course still thought of his
`dream' instead of realizing that he probably heard what was really said
the previous night.

Frank left the boys, and headed to Mrs. G's place to let her know about
CPS's decision, and to see if Mikey wanted to help him prepare Timmy's new
room for the next day when he'd come home with Mr. J. Mikey just so
happened to have a visitor himself ... Freddie ... who also offered to
help. So both boys went with Mr. J. to buy the furnishings that Timmy had
said he would like ... and to go to the house and set it up. By the time
the room was ready, it was quite late. So Frank called Phyllis to get
permission for the boys to stay at his house for the night before bringing
them back mid-day. She approved, and the new bedroom set-up was tested and
found to be very accommodating.

Mikey and Freddie spent an hour or so surfing the net on the new computer
that sat on the desk Timmy would now own. Freddie snickered as Mikey found
some very revealing sites! Soon, the two were on the bed, in just their
boxers, watching the big screen TV that was hooked up to also allow viewing
of computer materials. I guess it was a good thing Mr. J. was used to boys'
`stay-overs' from when his own son had guests ... because he never walked
in to disturb the fun! Was he naïve? Or just tolerant? We may never be
sure! All we can know is that the boys had a very enjoyable pre-slumber
party ... and that the bed would hold up to anything Timmy might ever want
to try.

Saturday came, and the Dr. did release Timmy to Frank's care ... and of
course, Billy, Mikey and Freddie were all on hand to make sure Timmy got
settled into his new abode. But all was not peaches and cream, sorry to say
... because in less than two hours, Frank received a call from Mr. Woodland
... Tim's Dad, who just so happened to come back in town and found his
message phone filled with calls from CPS. He wasn't a happy camper!

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End of Chapter Seven