Chapter 11

Gene chuckled. “I can’t handle it? Who won’t look me in the eyes?”

Billy fidgeted on the bike and finally forced himself to look into Gene’s eyes. Bad idea. Those deep brown eyes only turned him on more, until he was so hard he was throbbing against his fly. This was getting him nowhere. “Fuck it,” he muttered. “You really want to know what I was thinking?”

Gene’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t move away, didn’t say anything.

“Let me lay it out for you, tough guy. I’m gay. A homosexual. Yeah, that’s right, buddy, so better not touch me or you may catch what I’ve got!” He laughed at the absurdity of that and focused his attention on the Goodyear calendar on the wall. “And I was imagining you doing all sorts of hot, sexy, dirty things to me right here, like bending me over this damn bike and taking me right now!” He exhaled loudly and turned his gaze back to Gene. “So, you want to hit me? You want to beat the hell out of me? Make me stop being gay? Go ahead. I’ve heard it all.”