Mutual Future (Mungrove)

Manual Stimulation

After leaving Eddie, Billy went to pay his utility bill with the money he'd 'liberated' from the coffee can at Neil and Susan's place. At least he'd have electricity for another month. He didn't have to worry about the water for now; he'd found a way to disable the meter, so it showed no usage at all. He knew the water company would eventually figure it out. Or maybe they wouldn't. He'd seen the people that worked there when he went to have the water turned on originally. Not the brightest bulbs on the string. But then, Billy knew he wasn't one to cast stones in that matter.

When he got back to his apartment, Billy took a shower then stood in the kitchenette, wearing only a towel slung low on his hips, as he ate a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli that he'd shoplifted from Bradley's Big Buy. He heated it on the hot plate, since the stove only worked part of the time, then ate it from the pot, standing over the sink. Then he went to what barely passed as his bedroom, stood in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door, and dropped his towel.

He was a good looking guy; he knew that. He'd been told plenty of times. And he knew he could make a better living if he left Hawkins. Maybe he could go to Indianapolis. He could hustle for a while. There were plenty of women, hell men too, willing to pay for a good time with someone that looked like Billy. And he wasn't opposed to either one. He could take as good as he gave, and he knew there was plenty of money to be made in that trade.

And maybe he could deal a little too. It could actually be fun. He'd get paid to get high and get laid. Why the hell not? He was already getting high and getting laid. Why not make some money at it? He knew several girls and a couple of guys who hooked in Indy. The trade was flourishing on the streets there.

But then there was Max. He didn't want to leave Max. Not that he'd ever tell her that. Whenever she asked him why he stuck around in Hawkins, he blew her off, didn't answer, changed the subject. How could he say it was because he wanted to make sure she was okay? He didn't trust his dad, and because she married his dad and just stood by and let him mistreat Billy, Billy didn't trust Susan much either. So, he stayed in Hawkins and pushed thoughts of a life in Indianapolis, far away from Neil fucking Hargrove, to the back of his mind.

Billy ran his hand down his chest, over his stomach, then he wrapped his fist around his dick. He pictured Karen Wheeler in the showers at the pool last summer, the way she'd look up at him while she sucked him off. She was good and always willing to give him a little cash for letting her get him off. But then he'd made the mistake of telling her how he'd like to have her and her daughter both at the same time, tag teaming him. He'd been joking of course, but Karen had taken offense and that had been the end of that money train. Karen had gone back home to boring old Ted Wheeler and hadn't been back to the pool since. Neither had Nancy.

Billy braced his free hand against the mirror as he stroked his cock. It was hard and throbbing and he knew it wouldn't take long. But he had to get himself off before he went to The Hideout, otherwise he'd blow his load too fast when he finally found someone to give him head. He let his eyes travel over his reflection, his chiseled abs, his strong arms, his narrow hips. He turned just a little so he could see the curve of his ass. Was it weird that he could get off to himself like this? He closed his eyes for a moment and pictured hands on his body, moving slowly over his skin, touching and feeling while his dick throbbed and leaked in his fist. He reached back with his free hand and cupped his ass, ran a finger along the cleft, pushed just enough to feel the slight pressure against his asshole. He pictured someone else's hand, a hand with strong fingers and chunky rings sliding along his erection, pushing their way inside him from behind.

Billy's eyes shot open, and his hands froze. Eddie's hands. That's what he was picturing. He looked himself over again and when his eyes dropped to the reflection of his fist around his already dripping cock, he smiled. Yeah, he could see Eddie there, see that head of unruly curls bobbing up and down, swallowing him, sucking him closer and closer while he looked up at Billy with those big, innocent eyes. Billy's hips bucked at that thought and he squeezed hard as his hand moved again. He pushed a finger into his ass and curled it to brush his most sensitive spot as his thumb circled the head of his engorged erection. Then he was coming, dripping thick ropes of sticky come onto the towel on the floor at his feet.