It wasn’t a particularly dark night. The moon was almost full, and Matthew could see its light glittering on the tiny ripples on the lake through the open window of Billy Mac’s bedroom. This is what Summers had become for Matthew, spending all of his waking hours—and sleeping hours—with Billy Mac.

He had been lying there on Billy’s floor for what seemed like an eternity, unable to sleep. He kept thinking of Billy—in nothing but his underwear—lying in the bed next to him. By now, his eyes had adjusted to the dark, and he could see the outline of Billy’s body under the sheet.

That’s all that separates us, Matthew thought, a thin, white sheet.

Matthew felt his cock swell up again. He’d had a constant erection since lying down in varying states of harness. He’d think of Billy’s nearly naked body, close enough to reach out and touch, and he’d get so hard it felt like his underwear would rip open.

Then he would try to think of something—anything—to distract himself from the thoughts racing through his head. Eventually, he’d drift back to Billy. Billy naked. Billy running his hands up and down his muscular, broad chest. Billy reaching out with his other hand and touching Matthew’s slender frame.

The thought of Billy’s hand on his body made his cock surge and expand again. This time he could feel the backlog of pre-cum leave the tip of his cock and spread to his underwear in a warm circle.

Needing a distraction, he quickly moved his thoughts away from Billy to math class. Even though he hated math, he was good at it. He began with algebra.

Ex squared minus seven ex plus ten equals zero. Solve for ex.

He saw the numbers dance before his eyes while he recited the equations in his head. Soon his whole body began to relax.

Ex minus two times ex minus five equals zero.

Soon his cock was only semi-erect, and his panic started to subside.

Ex minus two . . . Billy’s right there . . . Equals zero. . Nearly naked.

His deflating erection reversed itself and started to fill his damp underwear again.

Stop it, he admonished himself, Stay focused. Ex minus . . . Shit, where was I?

He squeezed his already closed eyes tighter to force himself to concentrate.

Billy could already be naked. What if he took off his underwear? His cock could be right there. Under the sheet. Waiting for me.

It was no use. He had a full-on hard-on. He flexed his sphincter muscles, and another squirt of clear liquid pumped from his throbbing cock.

Matthew opened his eyes to find the dark ceiling of Billy’s bedroom staring back at him. His little detour to mathland hadn’t worked, and now he was all wound up again. This time his cock was so hard it was throbbing. He could feel it pulsing in time with the pumping of his racing heart. The stain of pre-cum on his underwear was so big now someone might have thought he’d pissed himself.

Then he heard it. A rhythmic “whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,” that was barely audible. Matthew held his breath so he could listen more closely.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.”

What was that? The wind? The dog in the hallway? Someone sanding wood? No, it was too rhythmic, like the tick, tick, tick of a clock. He looked over at the mass under the sheets on the bed next to him. He could see an almost imperceptible movement keeping time with the whooshing sound.

Is that Billy jerking off?

He held his breath again and stared at the silhouette on the bed. He blinked, trying to focus and acclimate to the strange, pale light. Now he was sure of it. Billy Mac was stroking his cock right there in the bed next to him.

He froze with apprehension and excitement. He dared not move or make a sound for fear of spooking Billy. If he knew Matthew was awake and listening, he’d stop. And that’s the last thing Matthew wanted.

For a while, he just watched and listened. Imagining what it was like. Billy’s large hand grasping his stiff cock and rubbing up and down the shaft. Being sure to dig deep into his ballsack on the downstroke and twisting his hand around the red, glistening head on the upstroke.

Matthew couldn’t take it any longer. His own cock was so hard now it was beginning to ache. The pre-cum was flowing non-stop, and the stain was transferring from his underwear to the sheet that covered him.

Being careful to not make a sound, he slowly moved his hand down his narrow chest and over his flat stomach until he reached the upper border of his underwear. He carefully slipped his fingers under the elastic and felt the tip of his penis. It was slick, and the touch of his own hand caused an involuntary spasm in the shaft. He could feel a fresh squirt of pre-cum jet from the head.

He took two fingers and quietly worked just the tips up and down the underside of this cock. He would start at the small triangle at the head, moving the juicy flow in a circular motion, then slowly move it down the shaft until he reached his balls gathered in their tight, little sack. Then he would move his fingers back up for another load of lubricant and start all over again. All the time, he listened and watched and imagined he was stroking Billy’s cock, not his own.

He pictured himself sneaking over to the bed, pulling back the sheet and slowly pulling off those dorky white briefs Billy liked to wear. Then he’d put Billy’s whole cock right in his mouth.

He wouldn’t start slowly, licking the head, teasing at it with his tongue. No, he’d just shove the whole thing in his mouth, thrusting the entire shaft into his throat until he felt Billy’s thick, coarse pubes tickle his nose. And he’d just hold him there. Billy’s big, fat cock shoved straight down his throat.

Oh, Billy would try to move—to thrust in and out—but Matthew would grab his ass and hold him firmly to his face, not allowing any movement. This would drive Billy wild because he’d want to be in control. Want to move his cock in and out of Matthew’s mouth, fucking his face at a breakneck pace. But Matthew would hold firm, keeping him trapped and feeling the full girth of Billy’s tool in his throat.

Billy would squirm and fight, but that would eventually give way until he finally relaxed and gave over control. Then, and only then, Matthew would begin to move his head up and down, allowing the entire length of Billy’s cock to slide gently in and out of his eager mouth.

He would do this slowly and methodically, his tongue and teeth gently grazing Billy’s shaft, feeling each thrust fully in his throat. At times Billy would start to get excited and begin to thrust at Matthew’s face again like a blind knight fumbling toward a dragon with his sword. But Matthew would hold him still, once again taking the full measure of his cock deep in his throat, until he complied.

Finally, Billy would be able to hold back no longer, and his large sagging nuts would erupt into his throbbing shaft, sending thick ropes of white cum down Matthew’s throat. Matthew would be sure to capture every drop of Billy’s spunk, continuing to hold his cock deep in his throat as Billy convulsed in ecstasy.

Of course, none of this really happened. Matthew was deadly afraid that Billy would find out about his fantasies and be disgusted. That he would pound the shit out of him for being a “fucking queer.” Or worse, he would just stop being Matthew’s friend. He couldn’t bear that.

But he also couldn’t just listen while Billy tossed off under the sheet. By now, he could hear that the whooshing was getting faster.

Was he close? Would he be done soon?

He couldn’t let this fantasy end. Without thinking, he flung back the covers, jumped up, and flicked on the light.

“I know what you’re doing,” Matthew spat out hastily.

Billy lay frozen in his bed. There was no sound or movement. Then he slowly blinked his eyes open as if he’d been asleep, but Matthew knew it was an act.

“What? What are you talking about?” Billy feigned.

Matthew could see his hand move away from his crotch under the covers, leaving his still raging boner to spring up and strain against the thin fabric. Matthew could see its girthy outline. He looked like he had one of those cocks that points up when it’s erect.

That’s so fucking hot.

“You were jerking off. I could hear you,” Matthew said, a little too full of himself.

He was taking a significant risk. He just hoped it was worth it.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole. I was not. Go back to sleep.” Billy tried to sound nonchalant as he rolled over, turning his back to him.

Matthew stood frozen, his hand still on the light switch, not knowing what to do. He’d just accused his best friend of jerking off. But to what end?

It was an open secret among the boys at school that everyone did it. But it was something you joked about. You never actually talked about it. And you certainly didn’t accuse another guy of doing it. Not for real. And not without consequences.

Now what? Did he slip in bed beside him? Did he pretend it never happened? Matthew was mortified.

He waited, time crawling to a near stop, for a sign from Billy. But, no sign came. Finally, he slowly reached up, turned off the light, and slipped quietly back to his little mattress.

“Fuckin’ homo,” Billy said just loud enough for him to hear.

Matthew wanted to die.