Billy's Choice - Part 2

The sun was beginning to set on Sunday, September 1st. Billy walked briskly down the sidewalk, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie as he tried to ignore the persistent queasiness swirling in his stomach. Eight weeks had passed since his day at the beach with Antonio, and the memories of their intimate moment in the car were still fresh in Billy’s mind. They hadn’t met since that day, but Antonio had invited him over for a relaxed night of video games and catching up, something that Billy never declined.

He had been feeling off for the past few days. It started with mild nausea that he initially brushed off as a simple stomach bug, but the symptoms gradually intensified. He was constantly fatigued, his energy levels dipping unexpectedly throughout the day. His appetite was all over the place; some days, he couldn’t stand the sight of food, while on others, he was ravenous beyond belief, craving the most unusual combinations. Additionally, his lower abdomen felt unusually bloated and tender, his jeans fitting a tad tighter than usual around his waist, which only added to his discomfort.

As he approached Antonio’s apartment building, Billy took a moment to catch his breath, pressing a hand lightly against his unsettled stomach. He hoped that a fun evening with his best friend would distract him from whatever was going on with his body. Billy entered the familiar lobby and took the elevator to Antonio’s floor. As he walked down the hallway, he could already feel a smile tugging at his lips in anticipation. Reaching Antonio’s door, he knocked twice and waited, hearing the muffled sounds of movement from inside.

When the door opened, Antonio welcomed Billy with his perfect smile, only wearing a pair of snug, dark gray short shorts that clung to his hips and thighs, accentuating his lean muscles and athletic look. The shorts ended mid-thigh, revealing his well-defined legs. Billy couldn’t help but notice the light dusting of hair that trailed down from Antonio’s abs and disappeared beneath the waistband. The sight made Billy gasp as he remembered what Antonio’s shorts were hiding in his bulge.

“Hey, Billy! Antonio exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine delight. He stepped forward, enveloping Billy in a tight, warm hug.

Billy returned the embrace, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him despite his earlier discomfort. “Hey, Antonio,” Billy replied, his voice slightly muffled against Antonio’s shoulder. “Good to see you.”

Antonio pulled back, his eyes narrowing slightly in concern as he took in Billy’s slightly pale complexion. “You alright, man? You look a little under the weather,” Antonio asked, his tone laced with genuine worry.

Billy shrugged, offering a small, tired smile as he stepped into the apartment, Antonio closing the door behind them. “Yeah, I’ve been feeling kind of off lately. Probably just a bug or something.”

Antonio followed him into the living room, gesturing for Billy to sit on the plush, comfortable couch. “Maybe something you ate earlier?”

Billy sighed, leaning back against the couch cushions. “Well, it started a few days ago. I’ve been feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings. Sometimes, it gets better during the day, but other times it lingers. I’ve also been super tired. I could sleep all day and still feel exhausted. And my appetite is all over the place. One minute, I’m starving, and the next, I can’t even think about food without feeling sick.”

Antonio listened carefully; his brow furrowed in concern. “That doesn’t sound like just a regular bug. Have you been to a doctor yet?”

Billy shook his head. “No, I figured I’d wait it out a bit and see if it gets better on its own. Plus, with classes starting up again, I’ve been pretty busy.”

“Maybe you should get it checked out, just to be safe,” Antonio said, smiling at Billy, who responded with a firm nod. “In the meantime, I have something that might take your mind off things.”

Billy raised an eyebrow, recognizing that playful tone all too well. “Oh no, what are you up to now?”

Antonio chuckled, leaning back and stretching his arms behind his head, his muscles flexing subtly with the movement. “How about a little rematch? Same stakes as last time.”

Billy groaned though he couldn’t suppress the grin forming on his lips. “Seriously? After what happened last time? You’re not going to make me wear another ridiculous speedo, are you?”

Antonio faked innocence, his grin widening. “Who, me? Would I do that?”

Billy laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, you would.”

Antonio leaned forward, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Come on, Billy! Think of it as a distraction from all the stuff you’re feeling. Plus, maybe you’ll win this time and get your revenge.”

Billy eyed him skeptically, but the idea of getting revenge was too tempting. “Alright, fine. But this time, I want to know what I’m getting into.”

Antonio wagged his finger playfully. “Nope. Just like last time, it’s a surprise.”

Billy hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright, but promise me it isn’t a speedo.”

“I promise it’s not a speedo,” Antonio exclaimed, jumping up from the couch and grabbing two controllers from the entertainment center. He tossed one to Billy, who caught it deftly despite his sluggishness.

As the game loaded up on the large flat-screen TV, Billy felt his stomach grumble loudly, reminding him of the persistent hunger he’d been feeling all day. Antonio glanced over, eyebrows raised.

“Hungry much?” He teased, though his tone was light.

Billy rubbed his stomach sheepishly. “You have no idea. I could eat a horse right now.”

Antonio laughed, getting up and heading towards the kitchen. “Well, lucky for you, I stocked up on snacks. Stay put; I’ll bring out the goods.”

Antonio returned moments later carrying an impressive array of snacks—potato chips, pretzels, cookies, sandwiches, and sodas. He set them down on the coffee table in front of Billy, who immediately reached for a handful of chips, popping them into his mouth. Antonio chuckled as he sat beside Billy on the couch, surprised by his friend’s hunger.

They dove into the first round, but it quickly became apparent that Billy’s focus was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop reaching for the snacks, his hunger seemingly insatiable. Every few seconds, he’d grab another handful, barely taking his eyes off the food as he tried to keep up with Antonio’s skilled gameplay.

Unsurprisingly, Antonio won the first match with ease. He shot Billy a teasing glance. “Looks like your mind’s more on the food than the game.”

Billy shrugged, unapologetic, as he munched on a cookie. “Can’t help it. I’m starving.”

They started the second round, but the pattern continued. Billy’s attention was split between the screen and the snacks. So, despite his best efforts, Antonio dominated the game once again. After the third round ended in another decisive victory for Antonio, Billy leaned back against the couch, his hands resting on his now satisfied and bloated stomach. He let out a contented sigh, though a part of him was slightly disappointed at losing so badly.

Antonio turned to him, a triumphant grin on his face. “Well, well, looks like I won again.”

Billy rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, yeah. I blame the snacks. They were too distracting.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Antonio teased as he got up from the couch. “Wait right here. I have something for you.”

Billy watched as Antonio disappeared into his bedroom, returning moments later with a small box wrapped in bright red paper, identical to the one from their previous bet.

“Oh no,” Billy groaned, eyeing the box warily. “What did you get me this time?”

Antonio devilishly grinned as he handed the box over. “Only one way to find out.”

Billy took the box hesitantly, weighing it in his hands before carefully undoing the ribbon and peeling back the wrapping paper. His eyes widened in shock as he pulled out a tiny, vibrant red posing thong—the kind that bodybuilders wore on stage to showcase every muscle. There was barely any fabric to it—just a thin waistband and a small pouch in the front, with even thinner straps in the back.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Billy exclaimed, holding the minuscule garment between his fingers. The thin straps and minimal fabric left little to the imagination, and he couldn’t fathom how he was supposed to fit into it.

Antonio chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. “What? I think it suits you.”

Billy looked at him incredulously. “Suits me? This thing barely covers anything! There’s no way it’s going to fit over all this.” He gestured vaguely towards his hips and glutes, emphasizing his point, also looking at his big bulge, which would barely fit into the small pouch.

Antonio shrugged, unbothered. “A bet’s a bet, Billy. And besides, I promise you won’t have to wear it in public this time. It’s just for fun.”

Billy sighed, contemplating the absurdity of the situation. Part of him wanted to refuse outright, but another part—the part that enjoyed these playful antics with Antonio—found himself considering it. “Fine,” he relented after a moment, shaking his head with a small smile.

Antonio laughed, clapping his hands together. “Yay! Now, off you go. The bathroom awaits.”

Taking the tiny thong and steeling himself for the inevitable struggle, Billy went to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he took a deep breath and began to undress, folding his clothes neatly and setting them on the countertop. Standing there naked, he once again examined the thong, turning it over in his hands as he tried to figure out the best way to approach this challenge.

He carefully stepped into the thong, pulling it up slowly over his thighs. The fabric stretched taut almost immediately, the thin straps digging slightly into his skin as he worked to maneuver it upward. Billy encountered a significant obstacle as he tried to pull the waistband over his hips. His wide hips resisted the minimal give of the elastic, making it a strenuous effort to get the thong into position. Billy huffed in frustration, wiggling and adjusting his stance.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, gripping the straps firmly and giving another determined tug. The fabric strained but held, inching slowly over his hips until finally, with a final pull, it snapped into place around his waist. He carefully fit his big balls and large dick into the too-small pouch, groaning in discomfort.

Billy exhaled in relief, though his reprieve was short-lived as he took in his reflection. The thong was undeniably tiny, the bright red fabric contrasting sharply against his skin. At the back, the thin strap disappeared entirely between his ass cheeks. The front wasn’t much better; the pouch looked dangerously overstuffed, the material stretched to its limits and appearing as though it could give way at any moment. His bull balls were dangerously close to bursting out of the sides, and his dick pulled the waistband lower at the front, revealing the base its thick base.

A small, almost shy smile curled his lips as he turned slightly, observing himself from different angles. Billy couldn’t deny he liked how the thong fitted him. It wasn’t something he would wear in public, but it was perfect to show off his incredible ass and the impressive size of his dick and balls. He felt a certain confidence that came with wearing something so daring, and Billy found himself standing a little taller, his posture straightening as he admired the view.

Feeling nervous but confident, Billy gathered his discarded clothes and took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door. He walked back into the living room, his steps cautious as he felt the straps shift slightly with each movement.

Antonio was sprawled out on the couch but immediately sat up straight as Billy entered the room. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed genuinely speechless, his gaze traveling slowly from Billy’s face down to his feet and back up again. “Wow,” Antonio finally breathed out, a slow grin spreading across his face. “You look incredible.”

Billy’s cheeks flushed a deep red as he tried to play it off with a casual shrug. “I feel ridiculous. This thing barely covers anything.”

Antonio stood up, walking over to get a closer look. He circled around Billy slowly, his eyes taking in every detail. “Ridiculous? I’d say impressive. Seriously, you’re pulling this off way better than I expected.”

Billy laughed nervously, his hands twitching at his sides as he resisted the urge to cover himself. “If by pulling it off, you mean barely containing everything, then sure.”

Antonio stood in front of him, his gaze dropping briefly to the strained fabric at the front before returning to meet Billy’s eyes. “Well, I got the smallest size they had, just to make it interesting. I’m surprised your things fit in there at all.”

Billy rolled his eyes, though there was a playful glint in his expression. “Of course, you did get the smallest size. Very funny.”

Antonio walked around Billy again, admiring the plump ass cheeks, fully exposed at the back. He reached gently out and adjusted one of the straps that had twisted slightly on Billy’s butt, his fingers brushing lightly against his skin. “There, that’s better.”

Billy shivered slightly at the touch, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with embarrassment. “Thanks.”

Antonio smiled and approached from behind, wrapping his arms around Billy’s midsection and resting his head on his shoulder. “You know… I haven’t forgotten about our day at the beach,” he whispered, his bulge firmly pressed against Billy’s ass. “I can’t forget a single second of it.”

Billy softly moaned when he felt Antonio’s dick stirring to live against his ass. “I can’t forget it either,” he said as Antonio’s hands caressed his lower abdomen, focusing on the bloated area.

“You’re pretty bloated,” Antonio remarked softly, his fingers rubbing small, soothing circles over the tender area. “Does it hurt?”

Billy glanced down at Antonio’s hand, surprised by the gesture but finding it oddly comforting. “A little tender, but not too bad. It just feels full, I guess.”

Antonio’s brow slightly furrowed as he continued the gentle massage, his touch careful and attentive. “I really think you should see a doctor, Billy. To make sure everything’s okay.”

Billy sighed, leaning into the touch subconsciously. The gentle pressure seemed to ease some of the discomfort, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll make an appointment soon.”

Antonio smiled as his dick hardened against Billy’s ass. “Good. I only want to make sure you feel alright,” he said, his voice soft and playful. “And maybe there’s another way to help you feel better?” He moved his hands lower to rub Billy’s crotch, his fingers tracing over the shape of his soft dick, which immediately came to life.

Billy gasped, feeling his dick hardening and stretching the fabric of the overstuffed pouch even more. “Ho-How?” Billy asked, closing his eyes and enjoying Antonio’s touch.

“I think you know, and I think you want the same,” Antonio said, quickly pulling the front of his short shorts down to let his hard dick out and push it against Billy’s bare ass. “Would you mind if we repeat what we did in the car that day?”

Billy moaned, his body shivering due to Antion’s touch. His big dick was getting harder by the second, and the thong’s fabric could barely handle it. “I wouldn’t mind. I-I need it, ugh,” he said, feeling his dick stretching the thong to the limit until the fabric finally gave up. With a loud snap, Billy’s dick burst out of the pouch, also revealing his bull balls and making him gasp.

Antonio smiled when he realized what had happened and slowly guided Billy to the couch as the thong fell to the ground. Antonio immediately removed his shorts, and Billy leaned over the couch, exposing his butt in full glory to a highly aroused Antonio, who didn’t hesitate to fit his dick into Billy’s hole. Both guys moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation more than the last time as Antonio pushed his whole dick into his best friend.

Antonio smiled, feeling Billy’s hole squirming in need around his dick. “Fuck! You feel even better than last time. Are you enjoying this as much as me?”

Billy grinned, letting his body adjust to Antonio’s dick. “Yes. I love it. Now, keep going! You made me wear the ridiculous thong; you better fuck me good in exchange,” Billy said as Antonio started thrusting hard, making the moans grow louder.

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Billy woke up the next morning feeling worse than ever. The constant nausea, the relentless fatigue, the extreme hunger, and the strange bloating—it was all too much. He knew he couldn’t keep dismissing these symptoms. As he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, his hands instinctively went to his bloated abdomen, pressing lightly against the unfamiliar roundness. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he remembered the big load Antonio had pumped into him the night before, which only accentuated the strange bloating.

He had enjoyed his night with Antonio, but Billy knew something wasn’t right with his body and needed answers. Determined to get to the bottom of it, Billy made a doctor’s appointment, hoping it was just some strange bug or stress from the coming school year. However, deep down, a gnawing anxiety whispered that it might be something more.

As he dressed in a loose hoodie and sweatpants—choosing comfort over his usual fitted attire—Billy couldn’t shake the nervousness building inside him. The thought of Antonio briefly crossed his mind again, but Billy pushed it aside to focus on the immediate task at hand. After all, he needed to figure out what was wrong with him before he could worry about anything else. He didn’t know how the recent events would impact his friendship with Antonio, but at the moment, he only needed to get over the strange sickness.

The trip to the doctor’s office was a blur, his mind racing with possibilities. His mind was elsewhere, barely paying attention to his steps. His hands were again in the pockets of his hoodie, absentmindedly caressing his abdomen. When Billy was right outside the clinic, he was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice the tall figure walking toward him until they collided, nearly sending him to the ground. A strong hand grabbed his arm, steadying him before he could fall.

“Whoa, easy there!” A deep voice chuckled. Billy looked up, blinking in surprise at the familiar face smiling down at him, the face of his best friend from school.

“Callum?” Billy stammered, trying to reconcile the man in front of him with the memory of the lanky teenager he had known years ago. The man before him was anything but lanky now.

Callum Gibson had always been tall, but the years had filled him out in ways that were impossible to ignore. Standing at 6’4” and weighing in at a solid 250 pounds of pure muscle, Callum was the epitome of a fitness model. His dark hair was neatly trimmed, and his blue eyes sparkled with an easygoing charm that hadn’t changed a bit. He wore an oversized t-shirt that somehow still clung to his massive chest and shoulders, the fabric straining slightly across his bulging pectorals and large biceps. His jeans, though meant to be loose, hugged his thick legs, unable to hide the sheer size and strength that lay beneath.

“Billy? What a coincidence! It’s been so long,” Callum said with a grin, pulling Billy into a tight hug that made him feel like a child wrapped in the arms of a giant. “I’ve missed you, man!”

Billy couldn’t help but smile despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. “Callum, wow, you’ve grown,” he said, trying to find the right words as Callum released him from the hug. “You’re huge!”

Callum laughed, a deep, resonant sound. “Yeah, I guess I’ve been hitting the gym pretty hard. But look at you!” He stepped back, his eyes sweeping over Billy with genuine admiration. “You’re looking great too. Butt is as big as always. Damn, man!” Callum winked at Billy, remembering the old times when Callum used to tease Billy about his ass.

Billy blushed, his hand instinctively moving to his hips. “Thanks, I guess,” he mumbled, feeling a bit self-conscious under Callum’s gaze. But there was no denying that Callum’s compliment had an effect on him. For a moment, it was as if the discomfort of the last few days melted away, leaving only the simple pleasure of reconnecting with an old friend.

“What are you doing here?” Billy asked, eager to change the subject.

“Just moved into town a few days ago,” Callum explained. “I’ve been studying abroad, but now I’m back for good. I was getting checked by a doctor. He said I’m perfectly healthy,” Callum said, lifting one arm to flex his big bicep, emphasizing his excellent conditioning.

“Oh, I’m arriving for a schedule,” Billy said, remembering why he was there. “I’ve been a bit sick, so I came to make sure it’s only a bug,” he added, looking down at his abdomen.

“I’m sure you’re perfectly healthy. You look as great as when we played soccer in school,” Callum said, smiling at Billy, who gasped as he admired his friend’s perfect look. “Maybe… What if I wait for you? I’d love to have a coffee or juice and catch up. What do you say?”

Billy hesitated, his mind still reeling due to his sickness. But Callum’s infectious enthusiasm was hard to resist, so he nodded. “Sure, why not? If you don’t mind waiting for me, I’ll gladly join,” he smiled.

As Callum walked with him into the clinic, Billy couldn’t help but admire his friend’s perfect looks. The strong jawline, the piercing blue eyes, the way his muscles bulged beneath his t-shirt—it was hard not to notice. And for the first time, Billy observed Callum in a new light. Maybe it was the recent emotional rollercoaster or the comfort of reconnecting with someone he trusted. But Billy felt a warmth spreading through him as he stared at Callum, and the memories of his encounters with Antonio slowly faded.

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