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Sam (sam_lakes@hotmail.com)

Billy Lancaster's Gift

by Sam Lakes

Chapter 3

People say I’m so smart but sometimes I am so dumb, so stupid. I really liked Justin, he was a part of every fantasy not just my sexual fantasies but us being a team and inseparable team of two. I know he would ask me questions about me but my life was not interesting like his – mine was of self seclusion – I’d gotten so used to not talking about myself that I never talked about myself. The only person I ever talked to was Emily and now Tony.

Justin seemed to accept me as I was but he didn’t really know me and what if he did? Would he leave me? Would I loose yet another person I loved. I was certain I was hexed. And yet the very thing I didn’t want to happen happened. He left. He turned around and walked away.

I wanted to say, “Stop, come back, don’t leave me!” I didn’t I just stood there like some dummy and let him walk away.

Tony picked me up at ten.

“Where’s Justin?”

“Home. I guess.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not right now. Maybe later.”


I was exhausted, depressed and so I went straight to bed and slept.

Tony woke me up and drove me to school. Justin wasn’t at school. I walked into Anna Washburn’s office. She looked up at me.

“Justin’s at home isn’t he?”

“Yes, he said he wasn’t feeling good. You two had an argument, right?”

I nodded.

“I’m not feeling good either,” I said staring at the floor, “Could you take me home?”

“You want to tell me what happen?”

I shook my head no. I tried hard not to cry, but the harder I tried to keep from crying the harder it became, “Please, I have to see him, I have to talk to him, please,” begged just above a whisper and straining not to cry – only a fear tears managed to escape.

Anna dropped me off and I ran into the house as soon as I close the door I turned to see Justin walk out of his room. All I managed to get out was “Justin, I’m sorry” and the dam crumbled and I cried harder than I have every cried before. “Please, don’t leave me. I-I will tell you ever thing about me, please don’t leave me…please don’t go away. I don’t know what to do and I’m so scared I’ll do something wrong, I’m so scared that you will hate me…but if I don’t tell you I know you will leave.” I cried so hard my lungs and chest were hurting. I was vaguely aware of him holding me tight, very tight and he was crying to. I think we stayed like that until we managed to stop sobbing.

I pulled away from him a bit and just looked at him and he looked at me.
“Your eyes are all puffy and red,” I said quietly.

“Yours are too,” he gave me a faint smile.

Well this was it. I had to tell him. I gather up as much courage as I could.

Funny he was doing the same thing and just as I said, “Justin, I love you and I’m gay,” he said “Ethan, I love you and I’m gay.”

We both said, “You love me and you’re gay!”

We then meld into kissing and hugging and proclaiming our love for each other. It started out warm and gentle and progressed into a fiery frenzy of passion both of us hard and excited and attempting to occupy the same space.

“Oh! God! Justin!” I exclaimed as gobs of cum drenched my pants and I vaguely heard him yell out in pleasure. We lay there on the floor in front of the front door.

“I’m wet!” I giggled.

“Me too. Let’s put our clothes in the washer and then go take a shower.

Justin stood up and then reached down his hand and helped me up and then I followed him to the laundry room. When we got there he pulled off his shirt and I simple froze. Other than a few times in PE had I not been nude in front of another person. He was gorgeous, slim, nice, very nice chest. He’s not muscular but he’s nicely toned.

“Well come on strip! I have been dying to see that bod naked since we met!” he laughed.

I could feel myself blush and I slowly took off my shirt and he watched.

“Oh, dude! You are so sexy!”

I shook my head, “No, you are sexy. I’m pathetic. You’re nicely toned, me, I’m pathetic – did sit-ups for months and still not one muscle shows.”

“I don’t care. You look sooooo hot, you are more than I ever imagined,” he said coming closer to me, “I can get hard just looking at your bare chest, soooo smoooooth.” He ran his hand over my chest and gently teased each nimple. First one then the other, he leaned in and started kissing my chest. I was instantly hard moaning lightly as he suck on one nipple then the other. His hands reaching down to the button on my jeans and then unbuttoning them, sliding the zipper down, tugging the jeans down until they fell on their own to the floor. He continued his downward kissing and licking. Eventually kneeling in front of me kissing and gently nibbling, sucking on my dick through my previously cum soaked boxers. It felt sooo good. Then he hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled my boxers down and having me step out of my fallen clothes. I stood there before him completely naked.

With his right hand he grabbed my penis and squeezed it and a dropped of precum was about to dribble down when his tongue flick the tip of my penis. Then stood up moving his mouth as if savoring the taste.

“What did it taste like to you?”

He smiled and simply said, “Slightly salty, a fine vintage! I want more.” Then he giggled.

God, I love him! A few moments ago I was embarrassed for him to see me nude and yet here I am totally relaxed and enjoying being naked. I kissed him and copied his actions including tasting his precum.

“Well, what did it taste to you?” he asked.

I wrapped my arms around him saying, “Well, when you were a kid did you ever take a honeysuckle flower and slowly pull the stem thing out and this little drop of clear liquid came out?”


“Well, your nectar is sooo much better that I just want to suck every last drop out of your honeysuckle stem that I can.” And then I kissed him passionately.

We ended up making love three more times over the next two hours in the laundry room but finally we fell asleep naked on the laundry floor and slept until the phone woke us at 3. It was Justin’s mom just checking on us.

We took a quick shower and were on our way to pick up the twins from school.

“I can’t wait to tell the twins that we are a couple,” said Justin.

Instant trepidation!

“Uh are you sure? I mean what if…”

Justin cut me off, “Hey they will be very cool about it. They already know that I’m gay.”

“You told them before you told me,” I was a little hurt by that.

Justin stopped put his hands on my shoulders, “Babe, it sort of slipped out and they were really okay about me being gay and they know that I loved you. I made then promise not to tell you because I was so scared that I would loose you.”

I thought about yesterday and why I was being pissy. I couldn’t help but smile.


“I just thought about yesterday and why I was so pissy…I was a little jealous. It’s like you were getting closer to the twins than me. I never thought of myself as being a jealous person, but when it comes to you I guess I am.”

“Well, the twins and I are really close friends and I think when they know that we are together all of us will be very close. I know they will be happy for us.” He smiled.

“Justin,” I said with a grin as an idea popped into my head as to how we should tell the twins.