At nine, they arrived at the house. Then they spent the next hour unloading the U-Haul. As for the equipment, the guys were so spent, they decided to put off setting up their gear until the next day. Mike and Sam split in the U-Haul to return the moving van to the rental place.
The Oshawees were seated at the breakfast nook, enjoying brunch.
Billy wasn’t in the mood for small talk. He was jonesing to finally get fucked and do some fucking. When René poured a cup of coffee, Billy came close to growling. He snatched a mug and joined his foster parents.
“How’d the dance go?” Mrs. O asked.
“Great. Flawless.” René fixed his coffee and sat back. “I’m beat. Totally beat. You should be, too.” He eyed Billy. “With all the dancing you did.”
“Ah, I’m not tired. No sleep needed.” Billy flicked his hand. He fictitiously crossed his fingers that René got the hint by the tone he’d used.
“Get some sleep, then,” Mrs. O suggested. “You’ve been awake over twenty-four hours, sweetie.”
“Yeah, hard to believe.” René rubbed his eyes.
Billy had napped before the dinner and graduation ceremony, while René had put in a full day’s work at the office. Shit, Billy was being selfish and should let the guy crash. But finally getting laid kept pounding through his horny head. Jerking each other off was awesome. Giving blow jobs was tops. Same with finger-fucking. Damn he wanted to get some up the ass, though.
The goodies were in René’s drawer. Different kinds of lube he’d bought, ranging from silicone to water-based, and one called Heat because the stuff warmed up during sex. Poppers—something Keith had recommended, known chemically as alkyl nitrites, meant to be inhaled before sex to relax the anal sphincter. Billy had worriedly asked about the drug. Since the stuff was sold at gay sex shops, he was reassured poppers were legal. René had even said he’d sniff the stuff with Billy to prove they’d be fine.
Having some kind of false rush happening during his first time wasn’t what Billy desired. He’d ask René if they could pass on the stuff.
“You seem in a daze.” Mrs. O was smiling.
Billy fired his attention on the fridge. He wasn’t about to tell his foster mother he was thinking about sex. “Oh... um, I feel tired now. Y’know? It... it just hit me.” He coughed.
“Oh.” Confusion spread across Mrs. O’s face. She stole a look-see at Mr. O. “Maybe I should wait to share the good news then.”
“Spill.” René picked up his mug and sipped. “We won’t be crashing for a bit.”
“Yeah.” Billy’s curiosity reared up.
“We’re going to have a guest for the summer.” Mrs. O’s smile stretched to her ears.
“A guest?” René squinted.
Billy frowned. “You mean in the guest room in the basement?”
Mrs. O nodded. “Believe it or not—gosh, he’s been gone so long—Keith’s spending the summer here. He’s flying in at the end of June. He’ll be here after Canada Day. On the third.”
René’s sleepy eyes flew open.
The curiosity in Billy shot to eleven. “Huh?”
“That’s weird. He always keeps me in the loop.” René knitted his brows. “What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure. He simply phoned the other night and asked if he could stay in the guest room for the summer. He didn’t want to stay at his mother’s. I more than understand a man needing his space. And he didn’t want to impose on Daniel and Paula at their condo.”
What about Brooks? He was Keith’s lover. Strange. Weird. Billy peeked at René, and his still-furrowed eyebrows said he was also confused by the news.
Mr. O shoved back his chair. “Get some well-deserved rest, you two. You’re on your own for dinner. We’re going for a bite to eat and the movies tonight.”
For once, Billy had to agree with Mrs. O. Sleep had been the right call. Now that he’d showered, he beelined across the hall to René’s room. He entered to a rumpled bed. The bathroom door was closed. The running water stopped. Perfect. René was also freshly clean. Maybe he had the same idea in mind.
Billy threw open the door.
René was in the midst of towel drying his hair. He jumped so fast and high the towel draping his waist fell to the floor. “Geez, you scared the shit outta me. Don’t you believe in knocking?”
“Not when I’m horny.” Billy unfastened his robe and tossed it aside. He stood naked, waiting for a reaction.
Much to his delight, René’s appreciative gaze feathered every inch of Billy’s skin. “I’d say you’re right on track.” Even better, there was some major growth happening in René’s crotch area.
“I figured you’d see it my way.” Billy swaggered forward. He ground his hips with René’s. The major wood they both sported bounced off each other’s. “Hey, check it out.” He slapped at their dicks. “Boing. Boing.” He couldn’t help his laugh.
“Get real.” René drew Billy against his chest. “You’re such a goofus. Always doing silly shit. And that’s why I love you so much. You’re so alive. Always ready to show the world who you really are.” He melted their mouths together.
The kiss was pure suction, drawing the air from Billy. Dizziness piloted around his head, and his brain cells seemed to evaporate. He slid his fingers along René’s back, fingering the goosebumps that were tiny sensors of excitement, along with the hardness pressing on Billy’s belly.
René steered them from the bathroom while continuing to tongue-fuck Billy’s mouth. The carpet Billy’s feet brushed was feather soft. He always liquefied to velvet, his body too alive and receiving tiny shocks from whatever caressed his skin. The groans coming from René were seductive coos, summoning Billy to surrender.
The back of his knees bumped the bed. His racing blood was fire to his veins, anticipation ripe with the sensual scent of arousal. He was gently laid out on the comforter. René’s hand braced the blanket. He ran his finger down Billy’s cheek. The potent look in his chocolate-brown eyes was fierier than the heat coating Billy’s skin.
“I want you.” Billy locked his fingers around René’s. “I want you in me.”
“Gimme one sec.” René slithered off the bed.
Billy stared at the vaulted ceiling. His breathing was coming faster. His muscles constricting. Relaxation was key. Dammit, he didn’t want to use poppers. He had to turn himself into mush so René could penetrate him. Doing so was pure difficulty. No matter how hard Billy tried to will the stiffness from himself, nothing relaxed.
“It’ll be easier if you get on me. Okay?” René had returned to the bed. He held a bottle of lube and a small glass vial.
“I don’t want any poppers.” Billy gritted his teeth.
“No problem.” René leaned down. When he stood back up, the bottle had vanished.
“On you? But I want you to have me...” The excitement dancing along Billy’s limbs demanded he concede.
“Lemme get you warmed up first.” René cocked his brow. “I’m gonna take good care of you. Very good care of you. I’m not gonna hurt you. Trust me?”
“I trust everything about you.” The declaration easily tumbled from Billy’s mouth. “I knew this was what I always wanted from the first time I saw you.”
René shifted to his knees. He positioned himself between Billy’s thighs. Billy stiffened. He didn’t want a blow job. He wanted them to come together. Still, he couldn’t tell René to stop, not with his lips on Billy’s nut sac. The sweet kisses were meant to relax him, and his muscles obeyed. The knots were untied by the magic of René’s lips. His mouth suckled and puckered, worshiping the sensitive area between Billy’s ass and balls.
René’s fingers gripped Billy’s buttocks, and he was spread apart. The touch of air stroked the very spot he wanted to be penetrated. René’s mouth covered the sensitive flesh. The heat from his breaths dusted a delicious flavor of heavenly sensations over Billy’s butt. His groan started deep in his chest and gushed from him. He couldn’t stop his moans the more René licked and kissed Billy in such a forbidden place.
An urge to get his legs higher was a whip cracking Billy, demanding obedience. He slid his hands beneath the bend in his knees and raised his hips. Much to Billy’s shock, René’s tongue glided inside him. To have such a slippery and wet piece of flesh teasing his insides left him with no choice but to claw at his own skin. He couldn’t stop the need for his body to thrash. Saliva was dripping all over his crotch. The torture never stopped, either. René’s tongue wiggled and flicked inside Billy’s butthole. He bordered on the edge of coming. If he didn’t tell René to pause, jizz would be flying everywhere.
The moment of respite finally came when René’s tongue vanished. Billy stared at the man he loved moving up and off the bed, hunger blazing in his chocolate-brown eyes. His potent gaze was enough to melt Billy’s limbs, who fought to catch his breath.
René squirted out a generous helping of lube and coated himself with the stuff. His hand moving up and down his hard dick triggered another groan from Billy.
The excitement fevering his groin rose another notch. He could’ve watched René stroke himself all night. The guy was too handsome for words, too handsome to sketch, to handsome to paint.
Fear and anticipation spread across Billy’s chest. The inevitable was coming.
“Keep your feet over your head.” Urgency was in René’s voice.
Billy obeyed and kept gripping himself at the bend in his knees.
René sank down on the bed. He was unable to lean in for a kiss. Billy understood this. He was on his own for these moments, so he did his best to breathe evenly. Slowly, he was invaded. At first, he couldn’t take all of René, thanks to his own damn constricting muscles. That stupid fear of the unknown had resurfaced. René kept gently pushing. A smidgen here, waiting for a moment, and then a smidgen there, while waiting for another moment.
He spoke in a reassuring whisper that was cotton on Billy’s eardrums. His skin, without being touched, was traced by the same tender word—his name being said over and over with love.
He held René’s stare that was a mixture of fervency and tenderness.
He whispered back, “René...”
The last slow push came. Billy bit down on his lip. There was discomfort, a lot of discomfort, as if something was going into him sideways. René didn’t thrust. He kept bracing his one hand on the mattress, which must have taken a lot of strength. He drew his finger back and forth along Billy’s cheek.
“Please...” Billy begged.
René kept gazing at Billy as he thrust.
For a moment, Billy’s heart stood still. He couldn’t get over the fact they were truly one. Truly together. He reached out and brushed at René’s sweaty hairline. All Billy had to do was lie back and let René take care of everything—as he’d always done for him. The urge to reciprocate expanded across Billy’s swirling mind.
He moved his hips in sync with René’s thrusts. A heap of discomfort remained, but Billy gripped his dick and stroked in the same harmony as their gyrating.
As he beat off, René glided back and forth. They were in unison. Both gaping at each other. A fire seemed to light René’s pupils. Such pleasure was in his gaze, even love, a happiness Billy hadn’t witnessed before, although René didn’t smile.
Their rocking tempo quickened in pace. Soon, the familiar pleasure that always gripped Billy rippled in his crotch. The tiny ripple became an explosion of ecstatic pleasure. It expanded beyond where he clutched himself and shot through his limbs.
The same pleasure tearing through him alighted on René’s face, who’d closed his eyes.
They were both groaning and crying out for each other at the same time—as Billy had hoped they would.
“Man, nothing prepared me for that. Nothing...” Billy lay on his side, his head on René’s chest. His deep breaths hit René’s nipple and ricocheted back along Billy’s mouth.
“Mmm... me, too.” René nuzzled the top of Billy’s head.
“What if I get on top?” The thought of doing what René had done left Billy squirming.
“Sure.” Again, René pecked the top of Billy’s head. “Y’mean right now?”
“Yeah? Why not?” Billy shifted. He peeked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Nine o’clock. “Your parents went to the second show. They won’t be back for ages.”
A low chuckle left René’s throat. “My parents... fuck, I feel like I’m twelve years old. I get they don’t want us being obvious ‘cause were under the same roof, and they don’t want us acting like we’re living together, but geez, we’re both adults.”
“Yeah, an official high school grad.” Billy moved on top of René.
Their warm bodies molded together, along with their crotches. Being only an inch taller served the perfect purpose. He ground his hips playfully.
René snickered and smacked Billy’s bare ass. “You’re such a horndog.”
“And you’re not?” Billy cocked his brow. Now that the unknown was no longer a mystery, confidence swelled in his chest. “My turn. My turn.” He again ground his hips.
“Mmm... your turn is right.” René locked his arms around Billy’s waist.
Their deep kiss wasn’t sweet or amorous—simply gentle and full of contentment. René lavished Billy’s buttocks with languid strokes as gratifying as their kissing. Even the licking of their tongues was a leisurely exploration.
To be this close to another swelled Billy’s heart. The strokes produced by René’s palms were Billy being rolled in satin. It was only natural to become hard again. This time the fevered excitement wasn’t present, only mellow pleasure.
Billy wormed his way between René’s legs, urging him to spread his thighs. René obeyed. There was a problem Billy hadn’t counted on—their crotches. He’d have to rise as René had previously done, instead of lying straight over him.
With regret, Billy shifted to his calves and tucked them under his thighs but remained between René’s legs. He reached for the lube. The light smile and love shining in René’s eyes confirmed he wasn’t nervous, much to Billy’s relief. He generously coated the slippery substance all over his dick. He should be ready to explode, but his insides remained softer than cotton balls.
René set his calves on Billy’s shoulders and raised his hips. To offer René some respite, Billy held him by the ankles. There, now that René was drawn up and open, they could get busy.
He should be worried about how to enter René, yet something told Billy instinct would guide him. He pressed against René’s opening. René shifted in closer. His hole brushed at Billy’s erection. Still clutching a satisfied-looking René by the ankles, Billy slowly worked his cock inside.
The shock he received at being gripped by the most luxurious smooth flesh he’d ever tasted was a jolt along Billy’s spine. He couldn’t get over the plushness. There wasn’t even a moment to pump, because René was working his hips, taking Billy deep inside him. Whether he experienced the same discomfort, Billy wasn’t sure, since the satisfaction shining on René’s face said he was more than enjoying himself.
René clamped his hand around his dick. He thrust his hips. Being in this position meant Billy was taking the physical load. His muscles strained while he tightened his grip on René’s ankles. He didn’t have the leverage René’d previously had. All Billy could do was pump his hips, which left René having to rock and push.
This was complete taking, which thrilled Billy to no end. He was being used, manhandled even, when René was supposed to be submissive. A thrill of excitement rode Billy’s spine. Even though he was heavier and an inch taller, he assumed he’d be the dominant one, but René again prevailed.
The elation coursing through Billy was an unstoppable speed that could only end with a big crash. And he was close to the inevitable, almost like when he soared over a crest on the dirt bike.
The thrill of the chase was upon him. He continued to thrust. Even wilder, he was being gripped, slippery flesh holding tight to his cock and then releasing. Talk about one helluva lesson in fucking.
René’s loud cry of Oh yeah while sweat beaded his hairline and coated his upper lip shook Billy to the core. Goddamn, he yearned to have that kind of control during sex—to take what he wanted. All Billy could do was gape at René, who panted and groaned while still jerking himself.
René’s ankles became slippery from the sweat of Billy’s palms, and he fought to hold on. He was being ridden, coaxed into flying high where René was taking them.
Billy easily surrendered to the ecstatic pleasure that rolled in waves and then let himself be drawn far away where René was.