He looked at his two friends, drew a deep breath and said, “I want to go to school. To college. To make something of myself.”

“Good for you, Billy,” Eddie said, with a fatherly smile of approval, toasting the air with his bottle of beer.

Waldo merely squinted at him and took another hit off the joint.

After everyone had gone, even Eddie, someone buzzed from the entrance.

“I’ll get that,” Waldo shouted, stopping Bill at the door. He grinned at him. “It’s your last present.”

A moment later, he returned to the apartment with Michael, the boy from the taqueria.

That night, Waldo took the couch and gave Bill and Michael the bed where Bill fucked a boy for the first time. After he and Michael had tussled for awhile on Waldo’s bed, Michael rolled onto his belly and spread his legs, looked over his shoulder with a lascivious grin and whispered, “What are you waiting for?” Bill could scarcely believe Michael was going to let him do this to him. His hands shook so hard, he could not position his dick correctly. Michael lifted his pretty little rump, reached back and guided Bill in. “Now fuck me guapito,” he said. As Bill sank his dick into the other boy every cell of his body groaned Yes.

Before he left the next morning, Michael explained that he had a boyfriend but Dennis wouldn’t care if Bill fucked him too, though sometimes he might want to watch.

“It’s cute how shy you were at the restaurant,” he said. “I can come over on Sunday, okay?”

Bill drifted through work in an erotic daze, reliving every second of what it felt like being inside of Michael’s yielding flesh and grateful that the long apron he wore hid his hard-on. When he got home that evening, Waldo was in the kitchen and the apartment smelled of curry.

“Look on the coffee table,” he shouted over the sizzle of hot oil in a fry pan.

Bill looked at the shiny cover of a catalogue for San Francisco Community College.

“Classes start in March,” Waldo said, coming into the room.

“Oh, Waldo,” Bill said, seizing the catalogue. “Thank you!”

“Sure, Billy, but you know, doll, you don’t have to make something of yourself. You already are somebody. You’re Bill.”

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