The spring rain pounded the cement outside. The sunny April day gave way to a wet and heavy evening. When I walked inside Billy's house, I could still smell the fresh and sweet rain a few feet away.
"It's crazy outside," Billy said loudly to me.
"I like it, it's beautiful."
"Whatever. I'm going up to change my clothes. See ya!," and he was running in a matter of seconds.
I looked around the living room then closed the front door, locking it.
I took my coat off and hung it on the hanger by the front. When I got to the coach, I collapsed, "Ugh!"
And a voice appeared behind me, "Hey, Billy, do you know where my blue tie is?," It was Billy's father, Mr. Wilkes.
"Oh hi, Mr. Wilkes," I told Billy's father.
"Oh hey, James. You want something to eat?," Billy's father asked me.
"Sure! I'm starving," I turned around to look at him, still sitting on the couch.
"Follow me, and I'll make a sandwich for ya."
And I got up. I walked behind him, and now we stood in the kitchen. I sat down at the only round table there.
"So, you want some of my meat, eh?," Mr. Wilkes winked at me after he said that. It felt a bit soft and flirtacious.
"Uhhh,.......okay.....," my mouth was at lost for words.
"How about some salami?," he got out a chunk and walked to the center of the kitchen. He grabbed a knife.
He must have cut for what seemed like four minutes. He walked towards me with the sandwich, all finished and done in his hands. "Here you go, bud!," and he patted my back softly.
"Thanks, Mr. Wilkes!"
Mr. Wilkes walked out of the kitchen. I bit the salami sandwich. I thought about how he winked at me when he said 'my meat'.
Was he jerking me around? Was this just his way of relating to me, spewing out adolescent humor?
A few seconds later, Mr. Wilkes was back in the kitchen. He looked handsome in his blue plade shirt, and his high sheekbones were ascentuated by his glasses. "Hey, when you're done, Billy is waiting for you, playing that video game. He can't seem to get enough of it."
"Oh yeah, I love that game! Kids are addicted to it!"
"Well, make sure you both get your homework done," and Mr. Wilkes put his huge right arm around me.
"Yeah, sure. I, I,.....," I was stuttering.
"Hey James. Don't tell Billy, or any of his friends, but you're my favorite out of all of them," he was rubbing my arm, and going up my sleeve now. It felt so warm, and so good.
"I like you too, Mr. Wilkes. It's just that. Sometimes I don't know what to say to you. I don't really have anyone, besides your son, that really gives me any attention much.
"Well, I'll give you all the attention you need," his deep and masculine voice almost seemed to wash over my body, caressing it, like the way he was caressing my arm. My arm felt so warm and his caress was so sensual. I was sure it was more than a friendly rub now.
"Mr. Wilkes, I don't know about this........," I felt my penis become erect.
"Dad, tell James to hurry up! We're on level 38 now!"
It was Billy. Mr. Wilkes kissed me on the head, smiled, and walked out of the kitchen. His posture was very dominant, and very animalistic, almost like a proud male lion. He looked so sexy. "He's coming, son!," Wilkes shouted warmly.
I sat there, chewing the last of my salami sandwich. My prick was stiff as hell.
It's Mr. Wilke's big, big, salami, I thought to myself.
Billy and I were in the locker room. It was 3:15 PM and we were lifting weights after class. We had gym as our last period. Class was over fifteen minutes ago. Billy had his shirt off as I sat on the bench.
"Are you going to beat your last record, Billy?," I asked him.
"Sure, why not?" he kissed both his biceps. His pecs looked amazing. He probably smelled horrible to the other guys in class, but to me, he smelled amazing, and it was starting to effect my penis.
"I'll help spot you. You'll keep shooting up, up, up," I said. I oggled his sculpted legs as I said this. He was wearing blue athletic shorts.
"I'll help you with that, too, man," Billy looked at me. He pointed at my boner. It was sticking up, and out of my pants.
"I don't know, man," I replied.
"Let's find a private place in here," he rubbed my right arm.
And that's just what we did. We went back probably four rows of lockers, where it was a lot more private.
I had my legs around Billy. He looked so hunky in his glasses. I took in the smell of the locker room in my nose. The smell of musk, and adolescent frustration. We kissed for what seemed like six minutes.
Billy's huge dick was rubbing up against my dick. And his hands wandered and felt up every part of my torso. Our tongues were rubbing against each other. His huge biceps felt warm around my shoulders. I felt so protected and safe around Billy's arms. The smell of the locker was in my nose so much that I could almost taste it on my tongue.
We continued tonguing and feeling each other up. I licked a part of Billy's chin. Billy's breathing was noticeable and his crotch went up and down, grinding against my own crotch. He was panting now. He bit my neck. It hurt, but in a way it felt amazing. I could feel his teethe sucking on my neck. I moaned loudly.
"James, quiet down!," Billy warned quietly.
Billy sucked on that part of my neck. It felt so warm and weirdly animalistic to have him bite me. To have a man desire you so much that they want to cut, bite, or pierce a part of themselves, into you.
We continued to kiss.....
A row behind and to the side to the two young men, another young man was watching the two kiss and bite each other. He took out his phone and recorded the two boys kissing. One moaned really loud after the other boy sucked on his neck. He had never seen such eroticism before. The two boys seemed aroused, judging by their breathing. They also seemed to be kissing and rubbing each other. He wasn't fond of homosexuals, so he decided to record the two boys to teach them a lesson that homosexuality was an ugly thing.
The two boys continued to feel each others' bodies and kiss each other.
