Billy & Mason
Copyright © 2009
By Lee Mariner
This is a gay fantasy that is intended for ADULT readers only. If
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My friend, John has edited this story and, I am grateful for his
This is a story about two cousins, Billy and Mason Cooper. Both boys
were born during the depression. Billy on June 19th, 1929, and
August 3rd, 1929. It was not unlike Victorian times when sex was rarely
ever spoken about, and fathers explained the relationship between the
and the bees finalizing the admonition to keep our trousers buttoned.
None of this ever fully explained the physical aspects of growing into
manhood and surly not the reasons for the feelings generated by
bodies. Sex was learned by masturbation in private or in
dirty locker-room conversations Boys who became close friends, related
not, would verbally discuss their feelings and eventually share the
exploration of the strange yet exciting feelings they were mutually
as they grew older.
The two families lived only a few blocks apart in the small town of
Elmwood. Billy and Mason played together and went skinny-dipping in a
with other boys during the summer. During winter months they built snow
forts, went sledding, and protected each other from school bullies.
changed when Billy's father bought a small farm near Mt. Orab.
As the crow flies, Mount Orab was not that far but, for two boys
without transportation, it was comparable to a trip to the moon.
Rationing was mandatory during the war, leaving most consumer items and
gasoline in short supply. The war effort consumed most of the
usual civilian staples, such as meat, sugar, cigarettes, and even some
There were many automobiles that were not considered essential enough
for gasoline rationing decals, and they were garaged and placed up on
blocks, with their wheels removed - because of the lack of rubber
tires. There was a small black market created by the sale of used
tires, but it was low scale and the police overlooked it as long as
there was no trouble. It was during these years when Billy and
Mason started to feel the urges of advancing puberty; that mysterious
period when hitherto ignored parts of their anatomies started to become
more prevalent, and demanding. Some embarrassing questions
and the equally embarrassing, but limited physical experiments,
the mystery about what was only whispered about in locker rooms and
It was never difficult to recognize when a boy was very likely walking
through the school hallways with a hard-on. He would be moving
with a hand in either his left or right pocket or he might be carrying
books attempting to cover his nether region. The most revealing was the
furtive lack of eye contact or comment as he quickly passed by going in
the direction of the boy's locker room.
Some of the older guys would snicker and try to follow on the off
chance they might see something that they could use to make the younger
boys life even more miserable. Most of the time their efforts
since the embarrassed kid would be in one of the toilet stalls with the
securely locked, his knickers down around his ankles. Loud snickering
ribald ridicule was unavoidable even though the stall door was locked.
Billy's family moved away just before the start of the school year,
when he and Mason were twelve years old. Billy's moving left Mason
confidant to whom he could talk about the frustrations of their
when his cock, seemingly without reason, would suddenly harden, or why,
when sleeping his cock would harden, and it felt like his body was
After Billy left, most of what Mason learned about his feelings, and
about sex was learned during circle-jerks with his school buddies, when
they were skinny-dipping. Swimming naked and seeing each other's cock
and balls was acceptable, and it was only natural to explore, and check
to see who had
the most impressive equipment. Billy would have been a leader of the
in length and girth with Mason a very close second. The one thing
that Mason did not understand at all was his inner desire to be more
one or two of the more attractive, and better endowed boys, those who
him the most while he covertly watched them jerking off, laughing and
their cock and balls, making ribald comments about who had the largest.
Mason's dreams were filled with visions of his interaction with these
boys, and he would awaken breathing heavily, his cock and hand slimy
product of his nocturnal masturbation. Although it was considered
more fancy than fact, and therefore not really believed, a few of his
bragged about sticking their under developed, but in some cases, still
substantial teenage cocks, into the pussies of one or two girls, that
reportedly, liked the feeling of a boy's cock inside them. It was not
long before we all understood that practice was called 'fucking.'
Mason could not envision being in
bed with a girl or having his cock inside of one. His thoughts
were about boys, in particular about Billy, trying to imagine about how
much he had changed; and he fantasized about what they could do
together. He would find out.
With the defeat of Germany in April of 1945, rationing eased some,
until after the defeat of Japan in August; then it didn't take long
before businesses were operating almost normally. The streetcars and
buses started to run
on more liberal schedules, and items not seen in years on the Grimes
Store shelves, and many other stores started to return. The Christmas
of 1945 heralded-in a new era when the stores were fully decorated, and
open late for the holidays. Although store shelves had not fully
returned to normal, the merchandise displayed was very close to pre-war
After the holidays and nearing the completion of the school year, I
asked my Dad if he thought Uncle Curt, his brother, might let me spend
the summer on his farm.
Dad told me it was all right with him, but as we didn't have a
telephone, I should write my uncle a letter, asking if it would be
okay. I was on pins and needles for over a week before the answer was
received. And after that, I didn't think school would ever let out for
It had been almost four years since I had seen Billy; so when the bus
driver called out that Mount Orab was the next stop, I felt both giddy
and excited at the expectation of seeing him again. I guess I
felt like he was
sort of an older brother. I only had two silly older sisters, who were
whispering and giggling about things they told me I was too young to
They didn't know it, but what they assumed was not exactly true. Even
Billy had moved away, I understood what caused the tingling feelings in
groin, and why my cock would get hard when I would look at naked boys
think about them jerking off or playing with each other. I really
became excited when the thoughts of Billy jerking off or playing with
another boy filled my mind.
Although I didn't yet know why, I knew the feelings that seemed to
overwhelm me when I thought about naked boys was different then the way
most boys thought about sex. The thought of sex with boys was more
exciting than any thoughts of sex with girls.. Why I felt that way
didn't matter, I didn't really
I enjoyed jerking off, and I enjoyed fantasizing about what it would be
like in bed with a good-looking boy my own age, a boy like Billy who
same way that I did. There may have been other boys who had the
same feelings that I did, but I kept my feelings to myself even though
or two boys whom I was pretty certain felt the same as I..
Billy and I had talked about sex with girls, usually when we were
skinny-dipping in the creek alone, or in either his or my basements. We
both would start breathing heavier, rubbing our cocks faster,
pretending that we weren't
looking at each other to see who was going to pull his cock out first
start jerking off. Most of the time I lost the un-proclaimed
contest. One of us
had a dirty Jiggs or Popeye flip cartoon book in our pocket. We would
off side-by-side while reading the dirty words that made it seem like
were talking and fucking. We never touched each other, although I
wondered if Billy's cock felt like mine; silky soft and hot and hard.
Physically, Billy and I were almost alike, except he was a little
heavier, and maybe an inch or two taller. Both of us had slim
muscular builds, and we had brown hair and eyes. Neither one of
us had been into school sports. We did play sand lot baseball or tag
football with the other kids when we went on family picnics to Webster
outside of town. Sometimes when we were playing, Billy would tackle me
instead of tagging. We would be laughing and while we were untangling
our arms and legs, Billy would be apologizing but with a twinkle in his
eyes and an impish grin his knee or elbow would be pressing against my
Since we had last seen each other I had grown a little taller being
almost five-foot, ten inches, and weighing one hundred forty or one
hundred forty-five pounds. My physique had improved considerably
doing exercises in the school gym with instructions from my wrestling
and a set of freestanding weights. When I reached Mt. Orab, I was not
for the strapping young man who was standing behind Uncle Curt
anxiously trying to look into the bus windows.
"God," I thought, a scintillating feeling of excitement washing over me
as I attempted to look out the tinted windows of the Trailways
bus, "That can't be Billy."
Billy was wearing a dark blue sleeveless shirt and bib-overalls. His
dark brown hair seemed to have thickened and was more messed up than I
remembered. The breadth of his shoulders and the thickness of his
chest and bulging
biceps were eye and mind-boggling. He was standing with his hands
behind the bib-straps of his overalls, the straps supporting the weight
his arms. I could see that he seemed to be as excited as I was by
the way his head was moving back and forth from the windows to the door
I was standing impatiently behind a middle-aged, heavy-set woman; half
over trying to look over her and out the doorway while
waiting for her to step off of the bus. When our eyes met he grinned
broadly, his brilliant white teeth flashing, and his eyes appearing to
flash with excitement as
our gaze held unwavering for several seconds. He was waving frantically
unintentionally revealing the thick dark hair in his armpit. "Damn," I
to myself, as I waved over the women's head. "I wonder if he has that
hair in his crotch."
Billy punched Uncle Curt in the ribs, and I could see him talking to
his Dad, and pointing toward me. Uncle Curt, the same dour
that I remembered, waved in his usual lackluster way. He said something
to Billy before glancing at me as he walked away.
In all of the excitement of seeing Billy, I had the urge to put my foot
in the broad ass of the lady in front of me, to help her off the bus.
finally stepped off
the bus she did not move to the left or right but stood looking over
the crown for whomever she was to meet. She stood with a complete
lack of concern for her fellow
passengers blocking the bus doorway. Exercising an unusual amount of
restraint, I managed to squeeze by my unintentional
Billy was attempting to push his way through the crowd of passengers
and people milling around, talking excitedly, and blocking the bus
doorway.. Within the
of people, I temporarily lost visual contact with, Billy, until I heard
him call out, "Mason, hey buddy, over this way."
Jumping up to see over the heads of the people that surrounded me, I
saw Billy moving to his right toward the rear of bus, and I muscled my
quickly as I could in his direction, receiving a few 'what's your
rush looks that could kill' as I made my way between them.
We rushed into each other's arms, hugging tightly. His body felt like
granite against mine. His arms were like steel bands around my
chest, and, his eyes, looking into mine, glistened with the same
excitement that I felt. "Damn," he exclaimed, panting heavily..
"It's good to see
you, cuz, I've really missed you."
"Me too, Billy," I gasped, hugging him as tightly as I could, and
repressing a an intense urge to kiss his soft luscious lips only
millimeters from mine.
We held each other tightly for a few seconds, looking into the warm
dark brown depths of each other's eyes, and I felt the rapid beating of
his heart in unison with mine. When he inhaled, the granite hard
his chest pressed against me, and my cock, entrapped in the pouch of my
briefs, stirred threatening to grow harder.
His eyes twinkled brightly, impishly and when I felt his arms
relaxing, I released my hold around his chest. Billy
placed one hand on my shoulder with his other hand in the small of my
gently, winking as he softly, almost seductively said, "Me too."
I couldn't help but wonder if, Billy had felt my cock stirring, and
there was a hidden meaning to his words.
It took a few minutes before the driver had the luggage unloaded from
underneath the bus. While we waited, Billy avoided eye contact
for a few minutes while he talked about the farm and asked about my
family. There seemed to be an underlying nervousness in his demeanor as
he spoke. I was still thinking about his somewhat cryptic remark when
we stepped away from each other.
I managed to answer a question of two, even asking some of my own when
spotted the two bags that I had brought, and I croaked, "There are my
Billy, the ones with the black belts around them."
"Yeah, I see them," he replied quickly, grabbing one bag as I grabbed
the other, and then hollering, "Come on, Mason, the old man is gonna
start leaning on the horn if he has to wait to long."
Billy was right about Uncle Curt. We had hardly reached the curb
in front of the combination confectionery store-restaurant-bus,
when we heard the screeching horn of his pickup truck, followed by his
bellowing, "Come on boys, the stock ain't going to wait all night for
Uncle Curt's pickup was a pre-war Chevrolet, designated as a
farm vehicle. But for a few feed sacks covering the original
fabric of the trucks bench seat, it would have been more than
uncomfortable. The seats springs were probably
on the verge of protruding through the original fabric. Billy sat
quietly on my right with his
hard muscled thigh pressing against mine. I enjoyed the warm feeling of
his leg against mine. If it was intentional, I was unsure about how (or
if) I should respond especially since my Uncle was sitting next
didn't really dislike my uncle, but whenever I had seen him when I was
younger, he was always grumpy, and he believed
kids should not speak unless spoken to. To be on the safe side, I
straight ahead and kept my mouth shut. Enjoying the erotic feeling of
leg pressing against mine.
I was looking out the window at our surroundings daydreaming and
hoping my uncle would
ask me anything. He did.
"How's your, Dad, Mason?"
"He's fine, Sir," I replied. "He told me to tell you he was asking
"I appreciate that," he responded not quite as grumpily as he normally
spoke, surprising me when he continued, "You be sure and tell him the
for me when you see him."
"Yes, Sir, I will," I said.
I was on the verge of making a polite but inane comment when I
felt Billy's hand brush my hair as he put his arm across the seat back
his hand around my shoulder squeezing gently.
"It gets a little tight with three people," he said, grinning, the
pinkish tip of his tongue visible as he spoke.
I felt the telltale tingling in my groin, and I entwined my fingers,
clasping my hands over the swelling of my cock, unable to do anything
so tightly confined between Billy and Uncle Curt.
Further conversation dropped off considerably as we drove over the
chuckhole-filled dirt roadways between barbed-wire fencing. It
may have been
my imagination that I felt Billy's hand squeeze my shoulder, but,
imagination or not, it didn't help my composure. My cock was rock hard
and being crammed in my briefs between my thighs didn't help. I
was tightening and relaxing my stomach in an attempt to relieve the
pressure when out of the blue, Billy asked, "Did you bring your swim
"Yeah," I replied. "Dad said you-all might have a swimming hole or a
creek that we could go swimming in."
"Got both," Uncle Curt responded, curtly. "The beef cattle and milk
cows use the pond, so you boys will be better off using the
creek above the pond. It's
"And," Billy injected proudly. "I built a small pier so we can dive."
"You did, Son, and you did a good job of it, but you better be thinking
about adding some support underneath it and anchor it better into the
bank," Uncle Curt said matter-of-factly. "That creek water can
rush pretty fast when we get a heavy rain, and your pier might wind up
in the Ohio River."
"Maybe Mason can help me unless he doesn't want to," Billy said,
squeezing me tightly to him as he volunteered my services by putting me
on the spot when he subtly suggested that I would not want to help him.
"I can do that, I guess," I said, thrilled at the feeling of his
thickly muscled arm pulling us tightly together.
"Sure can, cuz, there's a lot we can do together this summer," Billy
said, looking at me an winking impishly as he flexed his arm, squeezing
shoulders against his hard muscled chest.
A thrill coursed through my body at the
feeling of Billy's hard-muscled arm squeezing me and the pressure of
his thigh against mine increasing slightly. My hard cock ached for
relief, and I wondered what tomorrow would bring.
I would learn later in the evening that Billy had ideas of his own.