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The Potter's Wheel

Chapter Twenty

Reunion

 

"Hey buddy," Frank said cheerfully into the phone, "I wasn't expecting to hear from you until dinner time." He had just sat down for lunch with Matt, Jim, and George. Finn was driving back to North Carolina to work on some Foundation business.

It was to be a quiet lunch; Kelly was down for a nap, the boys were in school- including Ryan who had begun pre-school with MJ and Jimmer who had started at St. Ann's following Thanksgiving. Al had just placed a steaming bowl of pasta fagioli (or as the man called it, "pasta fazool") in front of him and he couldn't wait to dig into the fragrant soup.

"Consider it a bonus, lover," Finn said with a laugh. Finn tried to sound upbeat but wished he wasn't driving this morning; his ass was sore—a nice sore—but still sore. Al's day off was Sunday so Finn and Frank had taken him to Atlantic City Saturday afternoon to meet Sam.

On this trip they didn't even make it to a restaurant; there was no pretense as to why they were meeting the man; it was all about hot, sweaty sex. The plan was not to leave the room until check-out time. For dinner Al wanted hoagies from the famous White House Subs, so they stopped on the way into town and picked them up along with some beer. It was a fun night; Sam loved Al's hot, furry, muscled body—so did the two former NJ State Troopers. Al and Finn were competing to see who was the biggest bottom; at last count it was a draw—he wondered how the hot little Italian's ass was feeling at the moment.

"Anyway, I just got a call from Bob—he found Tom Gunn," Finn said, "he had been living on the streets in San Antonio initially but had recently moved up to Houston."

"That's great, is he okay?" Frank asked.

"All things considered, yes. He'd been hustling to make enough to get by. Bob said he looks a little rough, like he hasn't eaten very well—but he doesn't think it's drugs; well at least not an addiction problem."

"Well tell our P.I. to buy him some clothes and put him on a plane to Philly," Frank said.

"Yeah, see that's a problem: he's been robbed a couple of times and has no license or photo ID—he can't fly commercial airlines without one or the other. And now he's in a bureaucratic circular cluster-fuck courtesy of the Federal Government—he can't get a new ID without his raised-seal birth certificate and two other pieces of identification, like a bank account or his original Social Security Card. Of course he can't open a bank account or get a new card from the Social Security Administration without a photo ID. I swear, it would be easier if he were here illegally," Finn stated in frustration.

"Okay baby, give me a few minutes and I'll call you back," Frank said attempting to calm the usually unflappable Finn.

"What's up Dad?" Jim asked.

"The investigator has found Billy's friend Tommy, but he can't fly commercial because he has no ID. I think I'll fly out there, rent a car and drive us back," Frank said. "I'll just have to check on flights."

"No need for that, Dad," Matt replied, "Declan is flying to Virginia Beach tomorrow; he can stop in Houston to pick him up and then have the pilot bring him up to New Castle. That is if we can guarantee that the boy will still be there."

Frank called Finn and told him that Matt would arrange for the plane to meet Tommy at the FBO in Houston, they just needed to make sure that Bob would sit on him until it was time to go to the airport.

"Are you going to call Billy?" Jim asked after Frank ended his call.

"No, his finals start tomorrow and I don't want him distracted. Are you sure you guys are all right with me bringing him here?"

"Yeah, it will be fine, Dad—he can stay in the apartment over the stable until we figure something out and maybe he can help me with Chesty in the meantime," Jim said—using the new name for the horse that Matt and Barry had given him for his birthday.

"Not a bad idea, Gunner. He's from Texas, so he must know something about horses—at least how to muck out a stall," Barry quipped.

Jim started laughing. "It just dawned on me—is his name really Tommy Gunn?"

"Yeah," Frank chuckled, "it's one of two things: his parents have a great sense of humor or they are really dumb—I'm betting on dumb."

 

 

Tommy looked a bit dazed as he deplaned—a very handsome young man, he looked a lot thinner then when Frank met him in San Antonio; but the remnants of his muscular body were still evident under his tight t-shirt.

He walked across the tarmac and extended his hand, "Mr. Leo, I can't thank you enough for helping me—I'm just not sure why you're doing this."

Frank took the young man's hand in his and shook it, "Just call me Uncle Frank from now on; and I'm doing it because if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have Billy in my life," Frank said, sincerely, "so come, let's get you home and settled.

"Tommy, you don't have to tell me anything; but I would like to know what happened to you," Frank said as they were buckling up. The young Texan immediately looked apprehensive, so apparently whatever it was, it was not pretty.

Frank smiled, "Alright kiddo, it can wait until you're ready," he said hoping to calm the boy.

They had been driving for about fifteen minutes when Tommy began his monologue, the words coming slowly at first, but once started the whole story came tumbling out while Frank listened without comment.

"It started after you came and took Billy. Mr. Masters and my dad are pretty good friends and serve on the board of the church together as well as on the local school board. He told my parents that it was me who had called Travis and told him about his brother; that had to be a lucky guess since I never told anyone. My parents confronted me about it and I didn't lie—I told them the truth and that I wasn't sorry I had done it. My father shouted that I was going to burn in hell for helping a sodomite—I guess he was talking about Travis— and I told him that he and all the rest of the people in his church were hypocrites for believing that—especially since everyone knew Mr. Masters had had an affair. He raised his hand to slap me—I grabbed it and told him if he ever did slap me it would be the last time he slapped anyone.

"When Sunday came I refused to go to church with them; I told them that I wouldn't go and that's when he threw me out. He didn't let me take my phone or any clothes or even the laptop that I bought with my own money. I went back the next day when I thought they were at work—I had a spare house key that I always kept in my wallet but it didn't work—they had changed the locks." The entire time he was telling his story he was looking out the window, Frank assumed it was because he was crying.

"I had a few hundred dollars in the bank and so for the first couple of weeks I was able to stay in a cheap motel. I hitched a ride to my brother's school one day—he was afraid to talk to me in case it got back to my parents, but he did manage to sneak me out some clothes; he left them in a bag behind the house. Most of my friends went to the same church—and the ones that didn't, couldn't or wouldn't help. Then one night I was hanging out by the River Walk—this older guy thought I was a hustler and offered me twenty bucks to let him blow me. I thought, `what the hell'. I was hungry so I let him do it. Well after a couple of weeks the money ran out and I was evicted so I was living on the streets and having sex for money..."

"Tommy, you don't have to tell me anything more—I think I have an idea of where you're going with the story," Frank said quietly, "I just have one question and you need to answer honestly—were you doing any drugs?

"I smoked pot when I could get it; which wasn't often. It helped keep me numb, especially after..."

Frank waited and finally said, "It's okay son, tell me if it will help you to get it off your chest."

"So these two guys started talking to me one night—they offered me a hundred bucks to blow them. They said they would take me to their room and I could have a shower and after they would take me to dinner. I hadn't eaten in two days—and hadn't had a shower in I don't know how long, so I went.

After I had my shower one guy—he had a really big gut, but had a lot of muscle— got naked and forced me to go down on him. All of a sudden he grabbed my arms and held them while the other guy tied my hands together—and then to the bed. They both fucked me bareback. When they were done they threw ten bucks at me, they said that was all I was worth and left me tied up. The maid found me in the morning and called the police. They took me to the hospital and took samples of the semen still inside me. Afterwards, when I was left alone for a few minutes, I grabbed my clothes and got out of there before the cops came back." He stopped talking and just looked out the window. Frank could see in his peripheral vision that the boy's shoulders were shaking and again he just waited.

"Tommy, I am so terribly sorry that happened to you," said the older man sincerely.

"After that I ran into a few girls I went to school with—I'll never forget the way they looked at me—it was like I was a leper. Needing to get out of town, I got a ride to Houston with a trucker—he was a real Christian unlike the fakes back at my parents' church; he bought me meals and got a room at a motel so I could shower and have a safe night's sleep, and he never touched me. When I got there I went to a shelter, that's where my wallet got stolen along with my last eleven bucks. Please don't tell anybody about this Mr. Leo, especially Billy; it's hard enough to live with myself as it is—but if he knew what I have done..."

"You can stop right there son, no one is going to judge you for what you did to survive. I won't tell Billy, but I guarantee you if you do he will understand and help you through it," Frank told him, "but we are going to have to tell Finn. We'll want to get you to a doctor right away—plus he needs to know these things so he can help you get your identity back. Would that be alright?"

"Yes sir," was all he said.

"Tommy, I know it all looks a little bleak at the moment—but we'll get everything sorted out. So what were you doing before all of this happened?" Frank asked.

"I was going to school to become a veterinarian. I was only a sophomore— didn't skip a year like Billy," he said and sighed. "Don't know what I'll do now," he said fatalistically. "I can't even get a job without ID—and I know my parents won't ever give me my birth certificate or Social Security card."

"Well let's not worry about that right now—we're going to stop at the store on the way home and get you a few clothes, not too many just yet because I think you may be putting on a little weight, especially after you taste Al's cooking!. Then we'll go home and get you settled in," Frank said, grabbing the boy's shoulder as a sign of support and receiving a barely audible thank you in return.

They made a quick stop at Kohl's where Tommy protested before Frank shut him down, "Tom, I am not quick to anger—but hear me now, this is the last time I will tell you this; you are now a part of our family so the only thing I want to hear from you is thank you. Do you read me young man?" Frank said firmly.

"Yes sir," was the only reply and they quickly picked out a modest wardrobe to hold him over for the time being.

Back at Deer Crossing everyone was waiting to meet Tommy. After introductions, Al had lunch ready and, while everybody was getting their plates filled, he pulled Matt aside. "I was thinking the kid may feel better staying in the house with us for the first few nights—considering what he's been through."

"Good idea Al, at least until Billy gets home—then they will probably want to hang out in the apartment so they can catch up.

After finishing lunch Jim took the newest family member out to meet Chesty. As soon as they reached the fence the horse came right over to Tommy, stuck his nose in his chest and sniffed. He scratched at the ground with his hoof and whinnied. Then he took off and galloped around the corral, came right back to the Texan, stamped his foot and finally snorted. The teen handed him an apple, which the horse made quick work of. "Hey, it looks like he really likes you," Jim said.

Brett, who had joined them at the fence, said: "Reckon he's just happy to have a real cowboy around instead of a pretend one." He laughed and ran away before Jim could grab him.

 

 

 

Billy was very happy—all of his exams fell during the first four days of the period and he was done and free on Friday afternoon. Jasmine wasn't so happy; she still had one more on Monday the 21^st.

 

There was other good news: Barry had responded better than expected to the chemo; the tumor had shrunk considerably and the doctors decided he wouldn't need the next four treatments. It meant his surgery could be scheduled sooner, on January 12^th, which worked out great since Jim's adoption of Ryan would happen on the 8^th.

 

He was anxious to get home to Delaware as well and had planned to return on Saturday with Billy and Tim. Brett had stayed at the farm—he was helping Al with the four boys. Jim and Matt had been very busy—Matt with his work with the family foundation and Jim with coordinating his exit from the everyday operation of the Potter's Wheel in Jacksonville. After his performance during the birthday party weekend, he decided that it really was best for him to step aside. Traveling back and forth from Delaware to North Carolina was taking a toll on their relationship. It had been decided, between the three lovers and Frank, that they would offer the job of executive director to the Colonel and he had accepted. As part of the deal he would be moving to the compound.

 

George had decided that he no longer needed the house; he had been spending a lot of time in Delaware and decided that when it was renovated he would live part-time at the rancher at the farm. It all worked out great when he sold it to the foundation so the Colonel could live on site.

 

Frank and Finn also decided that they didn't need two houses at the beach so Frank put his on the market. Even with the downturn in the economy there were still people with the means who wanted a house with access to a deep-water channel for their boats. Everyone was surprised when he received an almost full price offer the first week in December, which he quickly accepted. He and Finn would be off to Florida after Barry's surgery in January to look for a place to use as a winter retreat.

 

 

 

 

Al fitted seamlessly into the family; always a happy person his new job gave him a reason to live that he hadn't had since his mother had passed. Ron even remarked to Matt one day that the job had been the best thing that could have happened to Al. He and Jackie had been worried that he was beginning to lose focus in life.

 

The Italian pocket bear loved taking care of the family—especially the boys. He took them to school every morning and was waiting for them when they were dismissed in the afternoon, with Ryan—now called Sparky by all—coming along Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 800 to 1130 for pre-school. On those days Al even brought MJ and Jimmer homemade lunches, making them the envy of their new friends; those two had no problems meeting new boys and girls and fitting in. The other two days Ryan loved going to pick up his `brothers' and it worked out well for Al because Ryan knew he could only go if he took his nap. He made sure that MJ and Jimmer did their homework (when Brett wasn't available) and their chores, which included clearing the table after dinner and stacking the dishwasher.

 

Al had convinced the guys that he needed to build a kitchen in the basement to handle the large quantity of cooking he was doing. Not only was he cooking for everyone in Delaware, he was cooking and freezing meals for the guys to take up to Philly. He explained it wouldn't cost too much — he would take them to a warehouse were they sold used restaurant equipment. A huge number of restaurants closed in their first year, and the equipment was sold off cheaply. In the end he found an eight burner double oven stove, a couple of large reach-in refrigerators, a large freezer, a triple stainless steel sink, and a very cool commercial dishwasher along with a few stainless prep tables.

 

They had a contractor carve out a generous room in the unfinished portion of the basement and build the commercial-like kitchen. They were lucky that it was under the upstairs kitchen and so were easily able to add a dumb waiter that ascended right into the large pantry upstairs. They even found room in one corner for a booth from a restaurant. It had high old-fashioned leather-tufted backs to the seats and a large table that accommodated six in the booth with room for at least three chairs on the outside of the table. It soon became the favorite hang-out for the boys after school and the place of choice for doing homework. Al liked to cook dinner down there; he claimed it kept the upstairs clean.

 

That is where Barry and Billy found them early that afternoon when they arrived at the farm. Entering the new kitchen, they found Al was chopping parsley at one of the prep tables while MJ and Jimmer were sitting in the booth eating lunch with Ryan squeezed between them. Barry was always impressed how the two boys dealt with his son—they treated him as if he really was their brother. But when he thought about it they were really brothers, at least in all the ways that counted.

 

"Hey guys, what's up?" Barry called out.

 

"Daddy!" Ryan called out as he jumped down and ran to his father and threw his arms around Barry's legs.

 

"Hey mate," he said as he lifted his son and kissed him, "where are Daddy Jim and Daddy Matt?" he asked.

 

"I don't know. Want to see the picture I drew?" He wiggled out of Barry's arms and ran back to the table to grab his latest masterpiece, rushing back to show his dad.

 

"Wow sport, this is great! We'll have to ask Uncle Buck to put it up on the fridge." Barry said putting Ryan down only to be picked up and tickled by his uncle.

 

"Hey Sparky, what's up buddy?" Billy asked as he continued to tickle the wiggling, giggling boy.

 

"Put the boy down before he wets himself," Al called from across the room, "and your Dad and brothers are over at the rancher; they said to go on over as soon as you unloaded the car—and that doesn't mean leaving crap in the foyer."

 

"Yes, Mother," Billy said causing MJ and Jimmer to giggle.

 

"Don't Mother me, boy! Just remember don't mess with the man that cooks your food," Al said.

 

"Gotcha, Daddy," Billy said then laughed as he jumped out of the way of a balled up dishtowel heading his way and ended up hitting Barry.

 

"Hey, what did I do?"

 

"Sorry Bazza, it was meant for Mr. Ivy League," Al said inclining his head towards an already disappearing Billy.

 

 

*****

 

Making quick work of getting everything stashed in his room, Billy made his way across the empty cornfield to see his father. When he walked in the front door the smell of fresh paint assailed his nostrils, "Hello!" he called out finding no one about.

 

"Back here," he heard Frank call from down the hall that led to the bedrooms. Walking into one of the rooms he saw Frank, Finn, Matt, and Jim standing there with color charts and what looked like plans in their hands. Brett was on a ladder painting. "Hey Dad," he said, giving Frank a hug and then doing the same to the other guys. Glancing at the painters back he said, "Hey Ute, it's `bout time you did some work around here."

 

The painter turned around and said, "Who the hell is Ute?"

 

"Tommy!" Billy shouted, and then he looked at Frank who just smiled and said, "Surprise!"

 

Tommy flew down the ladder and was in Billy's arms in a flash. It was easy to see the emotion in the reunion. They held each other just squeezing and rocking back and forth.

 

"Tom, why don't you take Billy and show him your apartment—we'll finish up here," Frank said, "just make sure you're at the house for dinner at 1800, you know how Uncle Buck gets if anybody is late for dinner."

 

Tommy had moved into the apartment after only three days in the main house. Al had not yet hired anyone to handle the stable and the landscaping when Billy's friend had arrived—luckily the property came with all the equipment needed for someone to do the job and he thought Tommy would be perfect. Even though he had been given full control over the hiring of staff, he still had a meeting with the guys to discuss bringing the Texan onboard; they agreed so he offered Tommy the job and he jumped at the chance. Frank insisted on paying the men rent for the apartment; he felt it would give the guy a chance to save some money.

 

The apartment had been furnished with pieces from Al's house that he wasn't ready to part with. It wasn't fancy but very masculine and comfortable. Tommy loved the place; there was a comfortable living room, a dining room-kitchen combo and a large bathroom. He didn't need the kitchen though, since Jim insisted he eat at the house with the family. For his birthday on the twelfth the guys bought him a large flat screen with a Blu Ray DVD player; and Frank and Finn had presented him with a laptop.

 

Clambering up the steps like rambunctious teenagers, Tom opened the door and let Billy go first. "You fucker, why didn't you call me and tell me you were here," he said, punching Tommy on the arm.

 

"Your dad told me not to, he wanted to surprise you—and get me settled in. I was in pretty rough shape when that guy found me," Tommy said, his face tinged with sadness for a moment. "But everything is going great now; they have me going to a therapist and Al has been stuffing me with pasta—I've gained back ten pounds since I've been here...don't get much to eat on the street," he said and he started to sob. Billy grabbed his friend and held him until he cried it out.

 

"Sorry man," Tommy said wiping his eyes, "that's the first time I've done that."

 

"That's all right Bubba, after what you did for me I'll always have your back," Billy said wiping his own eyes, "it'll be our secret, can't have them seeing the only straight guys in the house crying like little girls," he said with a smile as he plopped down on the sofa with his buddy joining him. "So tell me what happened," Billy said.

 

For the next two hours Tommy told his story; sitting shoulder to shoulder, leaning into each other for comfort just as they had done as boys. Billy was mightily pissed at what his father had done; there was no doubt that the vindictive son-of-a-bitch was responsible. He was equally pissed at the so-called friends that failed to help Tommy when he needed it—so much for their Christian charity.

 

When his friend finished, Billy draped his arm across his shoulders. "Don't worry Bubba, you're one of us now—but we better wash our faces and head over to the house. Don't want to piss off Uncle Buck, plus I need to talk to my Dad about buying a ring."

 

"A ring?" Tommy asked looking surprised.

 

"Yeah, at Thanksgiving I asked Jasmine's dad if I could propose. He said fine, as long as we waited for her to graduate before we get married; he's keeping it a secret and I'm going to give her the ring at Christmas," Billy said, beaming.

 

"What will you do if she turns you down?" Tommy asked with a smirk.

 

Billy laughed, "Like she'd turn down this," he said and laughed as he waved his hands down his body," getting a laugh out of his buddy. "You're going to love her Bubba, she's smart and very hot—you can look, but no touching," he said bumping Tommy's shoulder. Of course this lead to another half-hour conversation about her and what happened with Keith.

 

When they finally made it over to the main house Billy found Frank in the office with Finn. "Hey Dad, I was wondering if you would take a ride up to Newark with me to the jewelry store—I found the ring I want to give Jas in a shop on Jewelers Row in Philadelphia, but I want to buy it here in Delaware and save the sales tax."

 

"Sure, but before we do that I want to show you something," Frank said, "come on, it's in my room." Billy followed him to the bedroom and watched as Frank went to his dresser and pulled out a black velvet box and handed it to him. He nervously opened the box and whistled when he saw what it contained.

 

"This is some ring Dad," he said looking it over, "but I think it's more than I can afford." Frank laughed at the statement.

 

"Who said anything about affording?" Frank asked, and then gave Billy a big smile. "That's a gift, if you like it. It belonged to my mother."

 

"Oh, well in that case I couldn't—I mean what about Matt—it should go to him," Billy said as he tried to hand the box back to Frank.

 

"Sit," the older man said pointing to the couch before joining his adopted son. "When my mother died my brother and I inherited quite a bit of jewelry from her that had been given to her over the years by her brother, Frank, and then he left her a lot more when he passed away. The story she told me was that during the depression Rocco, the man he lived with, had lots of cash, so he bought hundreds of pieces for pennies on the dollar from people who'd lost everything in the crash—and the bad times that followed. Then during the '50s when times were good they started to sell them off and buy houses and apartment buildings; but he gave my mother some great pieces. This was just one of many rings; I gave Matt a sapphire and diamond ring when he and Denise got engaged; and I still have more."

 

Billy opened the box and looked at the ring again, "Man that diamond must be four or five carats!"

 

"Actually it's deceiving. The center stone is only 1.5 carats, but you see those small trapezoidal stones—they are set horizontally making it look like one big stone, together the small stones add another 3 carats—and it's all set in platinum," Frank explained. "So what do you think, do you like it?"

 

"Like it? I love it," Billy said quietly and then grabbed his father and hugged him, "but not as much as I love you. Thanks Dad," he said his voice full of emotion.

 

"Good, and I love you," Frank replied and then pulled away. "Now after you're married you'll have to buy insurance for it—we can get another appraisal but I figure it should be somewhere around 20 to 30 grand by now."

 

"Holy shit!" was all Billy could say.

 

 

__________

 

Dinner turned into a celebration of sorts; Al made his special Manicotti; he used crepes instead of pasta sheets—it had quickly become Billy's favorite. After dinner, while MJ and Jimmer cleared the table and Al was getting dessert, Finn handed Tommy an envelope.

 

"What's this?" the boy asked.

 

"It's a surprise—open it," Finn said.

 

Tommy opened the envelope and found his raised seal birth certificate and his social security card—there was also a note from his brother with his new email address and cellphone number telling him that he could call any time.

 

"How did you get this?" He asked Finn.

 

"Don't worry about that; you really don't want to know how the sausage is made," Finn said with a sly smile.

 

"Okay, but couldn't y'all give me just a bit of the recipe?" Tommy drawled.

 

"Let's just say your father—the one who is running for re-election to the school board had a visit from a local reporter. This local reporter just wanted to ask a few questions for an article he was writing about a certain candidate and church elder who threw his son out of the house for helping a friend. Funny thing, your father suddenly agreed to hand over those items; and he will be selling your truck and giving the check of the proceeds to your brother to mail to you. It seems your father had quite an epiphany," Finn said with a big smile and twinkle in his eye. Then he noticed a look of panic on Tommy's face.

 

"Does he know where I am?"

 

"No, only your brother—and he also knows how to contact the reporter if your old man breaks his promise or messes with your brother," Frank answered.

 

__________

 

Billy went back to Tommy's apartment with him after dessert; they had a lot more to catch up on. After talking for another hour Tommy said, "This place is great—but man I'm so fucking horny."

 

"Well maybe tomorrow night we can find a bar—you might get lucky—there has to be a few desperate chicks around here," Billy teased.

 

"Would be nice, but I don't think I want to have sex with anyone until I have another AIDS test in three months, I wouldn't feel right about it so it's only Rosie Palm for me," Tommy said holding up his left hand.

 

"Well come on, put in some porn and we can beat off together—it will be like old times," Billy said as he stood and began to strip. Tommy did the same and then put in a DVD, it started out with a hot blond blowing a guy—it only took a few minutes and he pulled out and shot all over here face. Both guys were sitting on the couch—touching from their shoulders to their calves while they were stroking their hard cocks. The scene change was nothing more than a different couple with the same result.

 

"I love this video," Tommy said over the sound of his fist slapping his thigh, "no wasting time with talk and bad acting—just spraying loads of cum on the bitches' faces," getting a laugh from Billy.

 

"Man, you never change—you are one sick fuck," Billy said—but he had to agree this was a hot video. The next scene had two guys, the chick was going back and forth and then at one point tried to get both in her mouth at the same time. "Shit, my roommate Conner could swallow both of those cocks," Billy said.

 

"No shit?" Tommy asked and getting a nod from Billy as an answer. Then he suddenly jumped up. "Hold off a bit, I got something I want you to try," he said running to his bedroom. He came walking back in, his thick un-cut cock still hard and swinging carrying a jar and handed it to Billy, "This shit is amazing, Al gave it to me—he said he knew I'd be having to do a lot of jacking for a while."

 

Billy read the name out loud, "Albolene Moisturizing Cleanser?"

 

"Fucking A man, beating off with this is the bomb! It feels so great you have to be careful not to cum too fast," Tommy said taking the jar and opening it, offering it to Billy first; then he took some and went back to work on his dripping cock.

 

"Dude, this shit is great," Tommy said over the squishing sound of their fists moving up and down on their hard cocks; he looked over and smiled at his buddy. He loved jerking off with Billy—he was totally into chicks, but he always blew huge loads with his buddy. Maybe it was because they discovered it together and a secret pleasure they had shared since they were twelve. After about ten minutes the boys had slid down in their seats, their legs spread wide—Tommy's leg over Billy's and just their asses on the edge of the couch. Both boys were breathing heavy in between comments on the video when Billy called out that he was about to cum. Tommy stopped stroking and turned to watch as his buddy blew his load in three strong jets that painted his six pack. Seeing that caused Tommy to blow—Billy knew he was a big shooter but this load was incredible; five huge blasts from his cock, one hitting the back of the couch next to his head.

 

"Fuck dude, when was the last time you busted a nut?" Billy asked while chuckling.

 

"This morning, but it was a quickie without the lube. Cum on the couch is no problem—wipes right off—that's why Al told me he bought a leather sofa." Tommy said cracking both of them up.

 

After cleaning up the two fell into Tommy's bed—they had been friends since grade school, so sleeping together was no big deal—even naked. Billy just rolled onto his side and said, "Goodnight Bubba," and fell asleep happy and relieved to have his friend back safe and sound.

 

 

To be continued...

 

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