#The Move-In

[fartenthusiastwriter]

The Saga of Billy Boy Part 9 - The Move In

Billy Boy is back! I apologize for my hiatus, but I have finished the next installment! Please enjoy Will and Clay's first night of Frank and Bomber staying with them. If you need it, here is a masterpost with links to all parts of TSOBB.

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I ended up working until 6:30. As soon as I was done, I quickly shut down the computer and collected my things to go home. Frank had left at 5, but I saw that his grocery list was quite long, so I figured he’d be taking a while at the store. Still, I rushed to get home. 

I parked in the lot, and made my way up to our apartment. When I entered, I was met with the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. I followed the aroma to find Clay and Frank in the kitchen. Their bodies were facing each other with Clay’s back to me, but he had turned at the sound of the front door. 

The wonderful smile of Clay’s spread across his face. “You’re home!” He exclaimed, as he walked toward me. Clay grabbed my head and leaned in for a sloppy kiss. I could taste the beer on his breath. As he pulled away, I smiled back at him. I noticed several empty beer bottles on the counter, with two half full. 

“Hey, babe.” I replied, followed by a look toward Frank. “I’m surprised you got here so quickly. You had quite the grocery list.” 

“I used the app to do a grocery order pick up.” Frank explained. “I was only at the store for about ten minutes.” I realized that meant Frank had likely been here for over an hour alone with Clay. “Fortunately, dinner is almost ready.” 

I took a deep whiff of the kitchen now that I was at the source. The food smelled wonderful. “What’re we having?” 

“Well, we’re having broccoli chicken rice.” Frank said motioning to himself and Clay. “At your size, this food would mess you up. You better have something else for dinner.” 

Frank’s face had an aha moment as he turned to open the freezer. “I just remembered I did throw something in the order for you.” Frank pulled out a bag of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. 

Clay drunkenly burst out into laughter as I grimaced at Frank. “I put regular ones in the order, but they were out apparently.” Frank defended. “I figured chicken nuggets were still chicken nuggets and Clay mentioned you loved them.”

It was true. I supposed it was a harmless mix up. Frank set them out onto a pan and put them in the oven. “They’ll take about ten minutes, which is how long our food has.” Frank looked at me with a smirk. “That’s just enough time for Bomber to tell you how excited he is to be your new roommate.” 

I was confused by this behavior from Frank in front of Clay. I looked at Clay to see how he reacted. He looked back at me with that same smile.

“It’s okay, babe.” Clay said, and leaned in to kiss me. “Don’t let me ruin the fun.” He whispered in my ear, reaching his hand down the front of my pants. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to join.” He finished as he started kissing behind my ear. 

I couldn’t have been hornier. Getting to sniff Frank’s farts and fuck around with Clay sounded incredibly sexy. “Of course,” I replied. Frank approached us. He grabbed my head and kissed me aggressively. I realized that was the first time I kissed Frank. He pulled away and did the same to Clay. 

“Go to the bedroom,” Frank commanded. “I have an idea.” I traded a look with Clay and he seemed turned on, starting to walk toward the bedroom. I followed him with Frank behind me. “Lay down on your back, Billy Boy.” 

Clay giggled. “That’s a silly nickname.”

“Bomber likes to show his affection through pet names.” Frank teased, as he began to take his clothes off. I did as I was told and laid down on the bed. “Good boy. Now, while Bomber releases the awful smells I’ve been sparing you to Billy Boy, how about you suck him off so he can really enjoy it?” Frank asked Clay.

A smile spread across Clay’s face; he quickly went to my crotch, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to my ankles with my underwear. He grabbed my already hard cock and gently kissed the head. I pushed my head back into the pillow in ecstasy. 

Frank climbed onto the bed, placing both feet on each side of my head. I watched as he slowly crouched down and the residual stench of farts and sweat wafted toward my face, a hello from Bomber to my nose. The hairs of Bomber’s crack made first contact with my face on my nose and I took a big whiff. Bomber steadily engulfed my head, until all I could see was black and all my senses were focused on him. I wiggled my face, searching for his hole with my mouth until I found it. I longingly kissed Bomber’s mouth, realizing just how much I had missed him in the time we were apart. It puckered, but no gas came out, as if Bomber was simply returning the kiss. 

“Bomber is so happy to see you missed him as much as he missed you.” Frank emphasized, jiggling his ass all over my face. “As much as he loves kissing, he has a lot to tell you and you’re a much better listener with your nose.” With that, Frank leaned forward, moving Bomber’s mouth to my nose. I immediately dug in and sniffed loudly. I felt a couple of giggles come from Clay’s throat with my cock still deep inside. 

“You better get used to this. Now that we’re living here, Bomber won’t be able to resist Billy Boy.” With that, Frank tensed and

PRFFFFT

“Bomber is an early bird, so Billy Boy doesn’t need an alarm anymore. Bomber will be happy to wake him up with breakfast in bed.” Frank grunted.

PRFRFRFFFT

“Bomber insists that we carpool to work together now. We can even replace my seat in the car so Billy Boy can ride face to face with his lover.” 

BBRRRBRBRBRBT

“At dinner time, Bomber can tell Billy Boy about his day as I give Bomber the fuel to continue giving him what he loves so dearly.” 

PRT PRT PRRRRRRRT 

“Then at night, Bomber will lovingly tell Billy Boy a bedtime story.” 

FSSBRBRBRBRBRBRBT

“That’s how things are going to be around here now, whether you like it or not.” 

If I hadn’t been in such a horny bliss, I may have realized I wasn’t the one he was talking to. 

Frank coughed, flexing Bomber’s mouth against my nose. “Pee-you! Bomber’s sweet nothings are for you and you alone, Billy Boy.” Frank reprimanded, suddenly stern. “Men like Clay and I have no interest in your conversation. You need to learn to be a better listener.” Frank pushed hard against my head, further engulfing it and shoving my nose right up Bomber’s mouth, completely surrounded. My cock was throbbing as Clay continued sucking it.

I felt a slow hiss of gas ease into my nose. The gas having nowhere else to go, I had no choice but to inhale all of it. When I felt I couldn’t take anymore, it stopped and I managed to breath out my mouth. Once I was done, it started again. 

“Ahhhh, that’s much better, Billy Boy. You’re starting to learn your place.” Frank said, as he reached down and lightly petted the top of my head. At Frank’s gentle touch, I lost all control and shot down Clay’s throat. Like a pro, Clay swallowed it all despite the lack of warning. Frank remained in place, as Bomber continued to slowly whisper down my nose. 

Clay finished slurping up the last of my cum. “As much as I love the surprise treat, I was really hoping we were gearing up to put that cock up my ass.” Clay admitted, almost bashfully. 

Frank finally rose off my face. “Well fortunately, there’s another cock here fully capable of doing that.” He approached Clay, unbuttoning Clay’s pants.

“That’s true…” Clay said, but looked over at me. 

Frank followed his gaze. “Come on, the boy got to get off, why don’t the men?” Frank teased Clay, as he was stroking Clay’s cock. “Billy Boy would be happy to watch me fuck you, isn’t that right?” He asked, looking over at me. 

“Of course!” I said without hesitation. “It’d be hot.” I added. I wasn’t sure why I was so quick to agree when I really did have some reservations. But I wasn’t lying when I said it’d be hot given how hard I am when I’ve dreamed about just that. 

“Well okay, then yeah let’s do it.” Clay agreed, pulling off his pants before laying on the foot of the bed. 

Frank grabbed some lube and lathered it over his cock as Clay raised his legs to show Frank his ass. I watched from where I lay as Frank thrust into Clay.

Frank applied more lube to his hand and slowly started jacking Clay’s cock to the rhythm of his hips. “How does that feel?” He asked Clay. 

“Amazing.” Clay moaned, closing his eyes and relaxing his face in pure bliss as his body jostled. Once Frank saw Clay’s eyes were closed, he looked into mine. If my cock hadn’t already started to get a second wind, I may have seen the pure malice in his eyes. 

Clay’s moans began to rise in volume and as he sputtered cum all over his torso when Frank, maintaining our eye contact, said to us both: “You’re mine, now.”

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Check out The Saga of Billy Boy Part 10 - A New Smell here!

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[longsightmyth]

People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ

[loadingartist]

moved 😭

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[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[dr-rato]

GET ROTATED

[podcastwizard]

cashier: ok that'll be $20

me (visibly sweating): ah, yes, of course! a perfectly reasonable price for a grilled cheese and a small smoothie! that was exactly the price i expected you to say when i ordered a single grilled cheese and a smoothie and my vision is NOT getting blurry as we speak! i am a perfectly normal temperature and my speech patterns are natural and even because this is the countenance of an individual who expected to pay 20 american dollars for a single grilled cheese and a smoothie!

cashier: where's all that blood coming from

[tigressjasper]

image i am in love with

[randomalistic]

Selfshippers who ship with weird/unappealing characters. I love you. Like hell yeah you go get with Mr Crocker. Go get with lord faarquad

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i'm a big fan of tv shows where they do an episode from the POV of a side character and they're living in a completely different genre than the main character

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

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[as-i-watch]

To reiterate, Laios in all fours barking and growling, and legit was about to fight a monster with his bare hands and teeth bc he was in charecter

[stuckinapril]

”match my freak” match my melancholy. be nostalgic about a past you weren’t even that happy in. find something to be haunted about throughout every second of your day

[bugbuoyx]

i made tumblr pride flags! feel free to ask for more edits

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6