Bad Boy Billy

Sacramento, California 1983.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

That damn alarm is going off again. I turn it off as fast as I can and get out of my twin sized bed. My mom just bought me some new intergalactic-star chart sheets and comforter; she knows I love space. My routine is the same; I get up, make my bed, run to the bathroom and take a piss, I brush my teeth and try to count the small amounts of chest hair growing on my pale body. Needless to say its 2. My dad keeps telling me that my small frame and figure will fill out but that has not happened yet.

As I finish putting on my white briefs, my jeans, and my blue NASA t shirt, I head downstairs for breakfast. My mom has the cereal on the table and my dad is always reading the newspaper, with a cigar in his hands. My older brother Cody is always wearing his workout attire to the table, he likes to show us all the progress on his physique. I slink to the table; eat my breakfast and I usually head out the door to the bus but today my mom had something else planned.

“Happy birthday Noah!” my mom said as he handed me a small blue package tied with a red ribbon.

“Mom, you didn’t have too. You already got me tickets to the science museum for Friday.” I replied overjoyed.

“Well, I wanted to give my baby boy something special. It’s not every day your youngest turns 18. I wanted this to be something special.”, my mom said as her eyes filled with tears.

I undid the wrapping and slowly tore the blue paper. Hidden underneath was a small box. I opened the box to reveal a necklace of the moon. My mom knew I loved space.

“Thanks mom. I love it.” I gave her a hug.

“I know it’s not a car, but I wanted to give you something special. I hope you like it.”

“I love it.” My brother Cody just scoffed as he rolled his eyes and lifted up another 20lb dumbbell.

I put on my birthday gift, swallowed my juice, and quickly ran to the bus stop. I made the bus in time and sat right next to my friend Sarah. Sarah and I have been best friends since the days we played in the sandbox. Our friendship is strong. We are so good friends that Sarah knows my one big secret. I happen to be a homosexual.

I don’t know when it happened. I’m not sure if it was the Dillard’s catalogues with all the men dressed in their underwear, the hot guys I saw on the T.V., Dukes of Hazzards did it for me, or even the guys who walk on the track in their short gym shorts. I feel like I’ve always been attracted to guys. When I masturbate its usually to pictures in my mom’s JC Pennys magazines. My dad has some Playboys but girls don’t do it for me.

“I love your necklace.” Sarah gestured as she finished putting some big blue hair ties in her braided hair.

Sarah and I had something in common. We were both different. I am gay and she is the only African American at school. We bonded quickly over all these years. She’s my ride or die.

“Thanks, my mom got it for me today.”

“Happy birthday Noah.” Sarah smiled as she gave me a big hug, her suspenders almost getting caught on my backpack strap.

“Thanks.”

“Did you hear about Tommy Jenkins?” Sarah asked hurriedly as the bus made a stop to pick up another student.

“No? What happened?” I asked curiously as I noticed that Tommy Jenkins was getting on the bus.

“He got in big trouble for turning in a paper the other day that was written by another student. He said he’s going to beat that person up today.” I gulped.

“No shit? Really?” I asked as my voice got higher pitched. I adjusted the frames of my black glasses and saw that Tommy was looking right at me.

“Oh my god! Noah, you did not? He’s gonna fuck you up.” Sarah put her arms out blocking the seat as she stared down Tommy Jenkins, who stared at me with his piercing green eyes.

Tommy began to crack his dirty knuckles and flexed his bulging arms from his sleeveless black shirt. He pointed at me with his stubby finger and mouthed the words “You’re Dead.” I knew he meant it.

School was a blur for most of the day. I kept waiting and waiting for Tommy to strike but he never did. I couldn’t even enjoy science class. I kept wondering and wondering when he would strike but it never came to fruition.

During shop class, we were tasked with making birdhouses, when I saw Tommy walk in with him and 3 of his annoying friends. Tommy walked up to Mr. Keller, our shop teacher, and began to say something to him. Mr. Keller walked out of the classroom in a hurry.

“Alright you shit stains! Everyone needs to get the fuck out of the classroom, I have some business to take care of!” Tommy shouted as he and his friends ushered us all out.

“Except you, Noah Reynolds. You should probably take a seat.” Tommy said with a grin.

I sat down and looked for an exit but Tommy’s friends were blocking my only two exits.

“I’m sorry Tommy. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble. I wrote the paper like you wanted. I can go to Principal Jones and explain the situation.” I said as he started to approach me.

“Too late for that Noah. You fucked me over and my dad beat my ass the other night for it. So, I think it’s only fair that I beat yours.”

“Please I’m sorry.” I said as he and his friends had backed me into a corner.

“You know what I also heard Noah?” Tommy said as he grabbed a hammer from a nearby worktable, “that you are a faggot in hiding.”

“No. That’s not true.” I lied trying to hide my fear.

“I think it’s pretty true. I mean you’ve never had a girlfriend and I swear I’ve seen you staring at Mike Groberman on the football field. I think you got a hardon for Mike.” Tommy said as he pinned me to the wall.

“Let me go!” I yelled but his friends each grabbed my arms and held them apart, with one friend putting his hand over my mouth so all I could do was mumble.

“You know Noah,” Tommy began as he started to lift up my blue NASA shirt exposing my stomach, “I think you are going to really enjoy this. I’m even thinking of forcing my cock down your throat.”

“Pweeese.” I mumble as started to unbutton my jeans.

“But first I’m going to stick this hammer right up your ass, so you know what its like to be fucked over.”

“Naaa.” I yelled but couldn’t get a word out.

Tommy yanked down my pants as I struggled. His friends quickly tuned me around so my stomach was slammed against the cold white walls. Tommy slid his hands down my white briefs towards my crack. He stuck his finger inside me. It hurt.

“Fuc….!!” I tried to yell.

“Yea you like that faggot1?” Tommy yelled as he nudged his finger in deeper.

That pain was unbearable. I tried to clench but he kept pushing deeper.

“Ready fag?” Tommy asked as he yanked down my briefs exposing my pale bare ass to the cold.

“Yall need to leave.” A deep voice said in the background.

“Get lost asshat, we got business here!” Tommy yelled as he tried to spread my legs apart.

“I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to,” a knife was pressed against Tommy’s neck, “but when I tell you to get the fuck out of my classroom, I fucking mean it.”

“Sorry Billy, didn’t know it was you.” Tommy said as he took a big gulp with the knife still pressed against his neck.

“Yall know shop is my favorite class and is the only way I keep out of trouble. Now get the fuck out or I’m going to slit your goddamn throats!” Billy yelled, his voice giving me chills.

Tommy and his friends let go of me. I could hear their footsteps taking off in the distance. Wiping some tears from my face, I slowly pulled up my briefs and jeans and turned around to see my savior.

Billy. Or how everyone in town all know him by, Bad Boy Billy. Billy transferred from a school in Detroit all the way to here to Sacramento. Billy was notorious for getting kicked out of schools. He didn’t like authority and he once burned down a gymnasium because he got “bored”. Billy was fit and rugged. He wore dirty white tank tops to school, jeans with holes in them, and dark combat boots. A lot of the girls in school compared Billy’s looks to that of George Michael from Wham!. Yes, Billy was cute but he was also very scary. Nobody knew anything about his personal life except for him getting kicked out. He was a mystery.

“Get the fuck out.” Billy said as he started to pick the grime out of his nails with his knife.

“Thank you.” I said as I wiped the tears from my face.

“Look man, get the fuck out. I need to build some shit before I start burning shit.” Billy said as he kept looking at the grime on his knife.

I grabbed my stuff and quickly exited the classroom. Billy never looked back.

The rest of the day I tried to not think about what happened. I could tell something was different with me and with everyone else in the school. Something was off but I didn’t know what. Sarah came rushing to me as our last class ended. She did not look happy.

“Everyone knows.” She whispered to me.

“Knows what?” I asked, worried people knew that Tommy almost raped me with a hammer.

“Everyone knows you’re gay.” Sarah looked down.

“What?!” I asked shocked as I noticed a lot of people were looking at me giggling.

“I’m sorry. Tommy found me in the girl’s locker room. He threatened to hurt you and me if I didn’t tell people your secret. I’m so sorry Noah. I got scared.” Sarah started to cry.

Fear came across my face. What was I going to do? I couldn’t be mad at her. The only one I could be mad at was Tommy. Tommy was a bully and he needed to be taken care of.

I saw Tommy and his buddies walk towards their lockers. I followed them; fists clenched.

“Asshole!” I yelled as Tommy and his buds turned around.

“What’ dya say faggot?” Tommy asked as he cracked his knuckles.

“I called you an asshole. Quit threating me and Sarah!” I demanded, his buddies laughing at me behind his back.

“Oh yea,” Tommy said as he started to push me towards the other side of the hallway, “what you going to do about it?” He laughed.

“My boyfriend will kick your ass if you don’t leave us alone!” I lied out of fear.

“And who’s this “Boyfriend”?” Tommy asked as he and his friends laughed at me.

I was pissed. I didn’t know what else to do. I knew I was going to have make a choice.

“Billy.” I said.

Fuck! This was not going to end well.

“What?” Tommy asked as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Billy. That’s my boyfriend. You almost got your throat slit for fucking with me last time and if you don’t leave me alone, Billy will do it again.”

“Billy’s a fag too?” Tommy’s friend asked in the distance.

“Billy?” another friend muttered.

“No fucking way! You are bluffing.” Tommy said as he grabbed my t-shirt by the shoulder.

“It’s true.” I whelped out of fear.

“Well then, if it’s true, where are you going tonight then?” Tommy asked clearly not believing my lie.

“What do you mean.?” I asked.

“Its Friday fucking night! Everyone goes out on Friday night. And if you and Billy are fags in love then you must be going somewhere tonight. So where are you going?”

“The mall!” I yelled, knowing that’s the only hip place in the city.

“The mall?”

“Yes the mall. Billy’s taking me tonight if you have to know.” I said with such conviction.

“Is that so? Well where is he now? Lets go ask him and see if its true.” Tommy said as he let go my shirt.

“Well hes…’ I tried to think of where Billy might be, “well he’s at practice.”

“Practice? Billy plays sports?”

“Well he’s thinking of trying out but he usually does some laps on the track and then goes into the locker room to shower.” I said remembering that Billy likes to smoke a cigarette on the track and he uses the showers at school so he doesn’t have to take a shower at home.

“Well let’s go find him.” Tommy grabbed my arm and twisted it around my back. He and his friends walked behind them as we made our way out towards the gymnasium.

We entered the locker room. I could hear the shower run. I knew Billy was still taking a shower. Tommy and his friends kept pushing me onwards until we saw Billy showering in the distance. I could only make out his face and torso. His lower half was covered by the steam. His body was actually quite nice. He had tanned shin, some body hair, and his armpits were hairy. His wavy brown hair kept rushing into his face and I could see he left cross earing glistening from the lights.

“Here’s your chance faggot. Prove to me that you are boyfriends.” Tommy said as he shoved me forwards. Billy was unable to hear as the showers were notoriously loud.

“I don’t have to prove anything!” I declared but Tommy was not backing down.

“Either you go ask your boyfriend for a kiss on the lips or I’m going to take your nigger friend and go 10 inches deep inside her. I spread her fucking pussy with my fist and make her scream.” Tommy was serious.

I slowly walked towards Billy. Either way I was a dead man. If I backed out Tommy would hurt Sarah and then come after me and if Billy got mad, he would just kill me. I’d rather die by Billy then give Tommy the satisfaction. This was the worst birthday ever. I slowly removed my shirt, took off my shoes, removed my pants and underwear and entered the shower area.

Tommy watched as I scooted up close to Billy. Billy was too busy humming to an AC/DC song to notice me. Being up close to Billy I noticed he had some scars on his chest and some by his naval. I took a final look at Tommy and he had his arms folded with a shit eating grin on his chiseled face. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Billy looked up and he saw me standing next to him.

“What are you….” Was all he could say before I bent down in the steam and placed Billy’s meaty cock deep in my mouth.

“Fuck!” Billy yelled as I could feel his body tighten. Billy was huge and uncut. His hairy cock grew in an instant. I could feel the head of his cock hit the back of my throat as I gagged.

“Ack!”

I could feel his cock getting bigger the deeper it went down my throat. I had to use my right hand to help me move his skin back and forth, sometimes getting some pubes in my mouth. But I was not going to let up off his cock, my friend’s life depended on it.

“Fuck man.” Billy moaned as his body started to lean back.

I moved my left hand up and felt his hairy testicles. His balls were nice and thick, much fuller than mine. I began to massage his nuts and Billy’s body began to twitch. He was liking this.

“Don’t stop.” Billy whispered as he closed his eyes, moving his head back and forth.

I took the lengthy member by both hands and moved my hands up and down with my mouth sucking the head of his piss slit.

“Ah.” He muttered.

“Yum.” I thought in my head as I tasted my first ever pre-cum. Billy tasted good. So good in fact I picked up the pace. I wanted to taste all of his juices. I was going to swallow him.

My motion increased as the skin on his cock got warmer and wetter by my slobber. I could feel the veins on his cock getting bigger and I could feel his cock tense up. This was it, this was the big moment.

“I’m gonna cum!” Billy yelled.

Sploosh

A stream of warm liquid flooded my mouth. I could feel my mouth filling up with cum I had no choice but to swallow. I could taste the sweetness of his cum and wanted more. I kept moving my hands back and forth sucking on his cock like a popsicle. I was going to get every last drop.

Billy’s stomach tightened, his abs looking very defined by the lights. He leaned his body forward and I heard moans that I’ve never heard before. My cock even began to drip a little.

“Fuck man,” Billy said as he tried to regain his breath.

I quickly got up from the bathroom floor, wiped the drizzle of cum off of my chin and walked towards Tommy. His mouth wide open and his friends nowhere to be seen.

“Told ya!” I said as I gathered my clothes and left the shower area.

Billy never looked up and I could hear him pissing in the distance.