Billy and the Goon - 5. Chapter 5

Billy woke up in the dark, but he knew the goon was in his bed. There was weight on him.

A hand clamped quickly over his mouth. “You gonna yell?”

Billy shook his head.

“Didn’t think so,” the man said. “You seem too ready.”

Billy was ready. He always kept lube beside his bed.

Waiting for an opportunity.

The goon pushed back the sheet and yanked off Billy’s sweatpants – that’s all Billy slept in.

“Real gentleman,” he muttered.

Then he bent back Billy’s legs, clamped each with one of Billy’s willing hands, and hammered away.

Billy just lay there, eyes closed. Pleased, but also confused. He wasn’t sure he really liked being treated this way.

Though the guy was good.

When the goon finished, he jerked Billy off. No lube. No pleasure. Just release. Medicinal masturbation, Billy thought. He could do that himself.

But not as well.

At one point, Billy squeezed one of the goon’s nipples. His hand was instantly pushed away.

But the goon wasn’t stupid – and he learned fast. He pinched one of Billy’s nipples. First gently. Then hard. And Billy shot again – moaning.

“Next time, worse,” the goon said, laughing. Then he climbed out of bed, pulled up his jeans, and vanished.