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Josh's Summer Job 18
Josh had moved to the den. He was still naked, still hard. He employed and empty long neck beer, slowly teasing his anus, as he lapped at the head of his dripping cock.
"Do you want help gettin' your nut?"
He looked up to find Billy leaning in the doorway.
"You do want a turn."
He walked over and took the bottle from Josh's hand. He took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.
"I'm sure we can find something a little less dangerous in the kitchen if you really need something that big."
"You got little hands." He said, measuring Billy's hand against his.
"Oh Josh."
"WHAT? You don't like it? Isn't this what drew you to me? Isn't that what you wanted from me? The big stud can breed us all. He can do it, he's an animal."
Billy sat on the edge of the couch. The casual display of Josh naked form wasn't making this easier.
"When I saw you with my mom I was shocked, and I was turned on. You knew that. What you didn't know was how long I'd dreamed of being with you."
"Shut up."
"No, no way, you need to know, and I'm going to tell you. If you want to fuck me, to pound me, the way you were pounding Danny. I'll let you. If that's what you really need. If that's what you really want, I'm your friend, and your buddy. If that's how you need to get it, I'll get it for ya."
Josh fell quite. His eyes softened. He couldn't meet Billy's gaze any longer. Billy reached out and lifted his chin. He stared into Josh's eyes a long while.
"I had a chance to talk with Mario, after lunch that day, and last night I went to him and asked for help finding you. He told me you needed a friend, a friend your age. So that's what I'm gonna be, your friend, you can't frighten me away, and if you want I'll be your buddy too."
Josh's eyes deepened, and glistened. A lone tear streaked his cheek, and he smiled. The smile was warm and endearing, and made Billy's heart swell.
"I've known I liked guys since junior high. In all that time, you've been my fantasy. When Danny and I became buds we found out we shared that fantasy. I nearly creamed my jockeys the morning I woke and you were cutting the lawn."
Josh smiled shyly, nearly blushed.
"Cut it out. You gotta know how buff and beautiful you are."
Billy paused he brushed his fingers across Josh's before continuing.
"Danny and I used to watch you from my bedroom window. More than once we helped each get off watchin' you. Then I walked in, and you're naked with my mom, and damn, what I'd imagined, what I'd dreamed, didn't stack up to what I saw."
Josh did blush at this.
"Then I got stupid, and because you do what you need to, I freak out, and hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me."
"Those aren't my tire tracks on your ribs."
"Hurt, oh, pain isn't...I mean." Josh paused a long moment. "Hurting you hurt me."
Billy was confused. Josh still blamed himself for what had happened. Some of the marks on Josh's body had begun to fade. Billy reached out and stroked a welt on his chest.
"Who did this do you?"
Josh's jaw set, and his eyes hardened.
"How could someone overpower you?"
"I let them do it. I was bad." Josh whispered.
Billy's breath caught at the pronouncement.
"You did this because of me?"
Josh shivered, "I deserved to be punished."
As the idea unfolded in Billy's mind he was overwhelmed by its implications. Josh face was placid, his eyes fixed on Billy's face. Billy wanted to hold him, but wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do.
"Can we forgive each other?" Billy offered.
Josh drew a ragged breath. It sounded like he was crying, his eyes glistened, but no tears marked his face. He nodded imperceptibly and offered his arms. Billy melted into the embrace. For the first time since his encounter with Josh the contact was not sexual. Josh was naked, just as sexy and appealing as ever, but Billy could only think of what must have taken place, of Josh's punishment, a punishment he sought, to repay the debt he felt he owed Billy.
"Did you really tell Mario?"
"That you were missing, and I was concerned, you bet."
"Was he disappointed?"
"I don't think you could disappoint him."
"I need to call him."
"Phone's right there," Billy said consulting the clock, "it isn't quite one, I'm sure he's at work."
Billy gave him some space. In the kitchen he found bread and a can of soup. He stirred the soup absent-mindedly. His attention was draw to the young man provocatively lounging on the couch. It wasn't any effort on Josh's part. It was a natural grace, and self assurance. He was at home in this space as any, and his lack of clothing did nothing to inhibit him. Billy found dishes and returned to the den with bowls of soup and grilled cheese.
Josh was just finishing his call. He seemed deferential as he answered a few final questions. Billy realized he was interloping, and began to withdraw. Josh held up a finger to halt him.
"I will. He is. Please don't."
Billy could hear the warm baritone on the other end of the receiver. He couldn't make out what was being said, but the voice made him remember how caring and supportive Mario had been in their brief encounters.
"Sorry about that," Josh said.
"It's alright. He wanted to know if you were okay."
They ate silently together. Josh wolfed down his food, with an appetite he hadn't shown earlier.
"There more of these," Josh said popping the last bit of grilled cheese into his mouth.
"There could be."
They moved to the kitchen. Josh realized he was naked as his bare feet contacted the cold tiled floor.
"Suppose I should put something on."
"Don't get dressed on my account."
Josh's smile was framed in a provocative look. Billy blushed for having said it.
"Do we have unfinished business?" Josh wondered.
Billy didn't want to push the issue. He'd just realized that being Josh's friend would entail giving him space, allowing him to control the when, as much as he always controlled the how. He paused and searched Josh's face in hopes of finding some answer there. Josh read his face like a book and stepped closer. He was tempted to take him as he'd taken his mother, but something in Billy's expression, slowed him, softened him. They hugged. Once again Billy felt the brotherly attachment. He rested his head against Josh's chest and hugged him harder.
Josh accepted the affection and returned it, but the smell of Billy's hair, the warm hands grasping his back, and solid feel of the boy's body, rekindled his interrupted lust. Billy could feel Josh's need rising between them. He lifted his tee shirt and allowed the hardening cock to nestle against his belly.
Josh ground gently into him. The head of his long meaty pole leaked against the smooth flesh. The slick trail made the movement easier. Billy looked up to Josh, who leaned in and kissed him. It was not the desperate impassioned kiss that Billy had shared with him before. It was gentle, tender, tentative. It asked a world of questions. Questions they were both unable to answer, questions that Josh never dared to voice. His hips moved slowly, driving his need. His knee parted Billy's legs, his thigh found him responsive. They ground together. Billy moaned into Josh's mouth. Their tongues dueled. Josh's body trembled. His cum jetted between them, coating Billy's heaving belly and saturating his tee shirt. As the warmth spread, Billy drew Josh tight to him. His own need pounded in his shorts, but he didn't want that to spoil this moment. Josh lifted his chin and kissed him tenderly.
Danny took his time in the shower. Sex with Billy was always good, but it was measured and predictable. He shuddered, thinking about what had just happened. The hot spray was comforting after the brutal fucking. The abuse had confused and frightened him. He was confused by the loss of control he felt at Josh's powerful and experienced hands, and frightened as he realized he hungered for more.
Having finished his shower he went to rejoin them. When he overheard their conversation he started back upstairs, but curiosity held him, and he sat on the stairs eavesdropping. Now he saw the proof of what he'd heard. He backed out of the kitchen doorway and began to grieve the loss of his best friend, his buddy, and the boy he loved.