"Now, let's talk burgers," Billy continued. "We're going to run really simple burger bars - just burgers, fries, coleslaw and orange juice. If the people want fish, they can go to a fish shop. If they want chicken, they can go to KFC. If they want the best burgers in town, they'll come to us. Billy's Burgers, Simply the Best. That's going to be our slogan too, and our theme song - Simply the Best, as sung by Whozzat.

Our burgers will be nutritious and very low-fat and the fries will be healthy too - chunky potato chips marinated in canola oil and oven-baked. The only drinks will be OJ, naturally sweetened and carbonated.

If we can't find a supply of OJ as we want it, we'll bottle it ourselves. We probably will anyway, once we get into production.

There'll only be one size of burgers, fries and drinks - medium only. If they want 'large', they can buy two and if they want 'small', they don't have to eat it all.

We'll sell them over the counter, eat in or takeaways, and drive-throughs and there'll be coin and card operated machines to dispense them 24/7. We're going to have caravans too, to sell burgers at special events like race-meetings and shows and stuff.

What else? Oh, yeah! The containers, which we'll make here in Westpoint, will be all paper and cardboard - no plastic. We're going to be environmentally friendly and bio-degradable, nutritious, delicious, affordable and fast - Billy's Burgers, Simply the Best. Any questions?"

"Any questions? I'll probably have a thousand questions, but can't think of any right now. It sounds like you've really thought this through."

"I've always known that you could do something with your burgers, Billy. But I never dreamed that it could be this big. Looks like you just needed the last important ingredient - Justin. Thank you Justin."

"You, my boy, are the best thing that has ever happened to my son and to this family and the whole town too. Thank you, Sweetheart."

He was bright-red now, and he turned to hug Billy, burying his face on his shoulder.

"Likewise," Billy grinned. "Oh, yeah! We're going to have our own factory, here in town, making all the coleslaw and the fries and we'll buy the buns from the Westpoint bakers and use local carriers and couriers to distribute everything. We'll use the Westpoint printers for all the advertising stuff and the containers too, or do it ourselves if they're too dear."

"Wow. Between all this and the R&R business, you'll finish up with half the town working for you."

"That's the plan," Justin nodded. "Whatever's best for Westpoint. We'll have a training-school here too. Billy can teach the trainers and then all the cooks and staff for the new businesses can come here to be taught. They can stay in Granddad's hotel, but he'll probably need to buy some motels as well. Good business for Granddad too."

"Good business for everyone. They'll be crowning you King of Westpoint, Justin."

"Not me, Ma'am. It's Billy's Burgers. Billy's name and face are going to be on everything. He's going to be famous as well as rich. I'll just be in the background, as his partner."

"Whoah! Enough of that. Thank you, Boys, for the job and thank you, Justin, for your faith in Billy's burgers. I think we can let the kids out now and tell them the good news."

"We need you for the job, Ma'am, and I have total faith in Billy. I have to because my life is his now. There's one more thing, opening days for each new business. We'll give everything away for free on the first day and, hopefully, have Whozzat playing at a free street-party in each new town we start in.

They'll need a mobile stage - they can use Kadie's father's truck, and they'll need all the gear. But that's their problem. Good promotion for us and for them too. Simply the Best. They can sell CD's and stuff too."

"This could be the start of something big. No, something HUGE! We'll bury the rest of the fast-food industry. Or, make them pull their socks up anyway. Okay, I'll come to town and see you tomorrow morning, say 9am. Billy, let the mob out now please."

The family burst into the room and received the news with great excitement. Then, they passed the evening sitting around talking. Robert dragged Billy off to see what they'd done to his old rooms and before long there was just Justin, Mrs. M., and Ross left in the kitchen while Billy caught up with his siblings.

Nine year old, tow-headed, Ross never left Justin's side and he was apparently smitten with hero-worship. Justin was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, but he was still grateful for the company.

Eventually, even Cecily left them; there was something that she wanted to see on TV. Justin said to go ahead and don't treat him like a visitor here. She left and he turned to the boy at his side.

"Yeah, alone at last," he grinned. "Superboy, where did you learn to fight like you do?

"I don't. But sometimes you have to. It's not just the High school that's got bullies you know."

"You can't fight like I do. You'd need to be full of fear and rage; and I don't think you've got that."

"No. I would if I had to, but Billy looks after me everyday. Anyway, you should start running. Do lots of running, it makes you strong and fast. And, I can give you this."

He took hold of the small boy's head, with both hands, turned it around and kissed his forehead.

"Eww! What was that for?" Ross screwed his face up as he sat back rubbing his forehead.

"Now you've got my mark on you. That means that you're my friend, Ross. If any bullies give you a hard time, come and tell me and I'll sort them out."

"You will? Cool! You'd better put your mark there again; I think I rubbed it off."

"Once it's there, my mark doesn't rub off, ever! However . . . " He bent and kissed the smaller boy's head again.

He looked up and blushed furiously when he saw Cecily standing in the doorway looking at them.

She just smiled at them. "I don't think anything, Justin. I heard what you were saying and thank you."

"You're a good kid, Justin. A bloody good kid. I knew your mother you know. We were never friends - stuck-up little cow she was - but we were in the same class at school. I hope that one day she finds out what she's missing in you. Before Ma kills her for what she did, that is."

Ross bobbed up and kissed Justin's forehead. Now you've got my mark on you too. If your mother messes with you again, well she's messing with me too!"

Cecily came over to Justin and put a hand on his shoulder. "For what it's worth - " She kissed his forehead. "My mark won't ever rub off either."

He stood up and faced her, and then dropped his head and looked at the floor as the tears began to flow. "Thanks, Mrs. M. I . . I. . ."

She opened her arms and he fell against her, holding on tight as he sobbed over her shoulder.

"Mum? Justin? What the hell? I can't leave you alone for 5 minutes!" Billy came in with the twins trailing behind him. He put a hand on his back and Justin turned and hugged him tightly, still sobbing.

"Oh, yes," he sighed as he backed off and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Everything's fine, Sunny. I just got a bit over come, I'm all right. I really love your family, Billy."

"Hey!" Billy smiled and he sung, "After some consideration, we can say - consider yourself, one of us." Then he kissed him - a brief peck on the lips, but it was a kiss and right there in front of his family.

"Yeah, you may be right. You're welcome to share; you're part of this family now. Right Mum?"

"Damm right, Billy! You are Justin. I'll never be your mother, but I'll be proud to be your mother-in-law and your friend if you want."

"Damm right, Mrs. M! I love you too, I always have ever since you made me that first cup of tea. Any chance of another one?"

"No. Scrub that, Mum. No more tea for us. You'll be peeing all night, Justin. It's time we were going home anyway. Oh, Damm! Who's this coming?"

"That will be Lucas, bringing Margaret home - right on time, as usual. He's a good boy that Lucas."

Justin's eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "Lucas!" He rushed out the door to greet him. Billy went to follow, but his mother grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"It is, I think." She looked out of the door. "Justin really loves Lucas, doesn't he?"

"He does. Justin loves everybody but Lucas is special to him. He calls him his first friend."

"Justin is a very special person. He's Superboy and all that, but I think that he's got a really soft heart as well. You see that you look after him, Billy. I think that he needs looking after."

"Mum, that's my job! He's an innocent, I'm a cynic; so I have to protect him from the world and from himself sometimes."

Billy grinned and kissed her cheek. "He's right you know, you are the best mother ever."

On the way back into town, Billy kept glancing across at the boy sitting quietly, huddled in the corner and gazing pensively out his side window. He pulled into the old gravel-pit to the side of the road where it came sweeping down the hill to the river and the bridge into town. He stopped the car and turned the lights off. They sat there, in the dark, looking out at the lights of Westpoint spread out before them.

"Yes there is. I can tell when something's bugging you. You're all quiet and withdrawn and your smile's been switched off. So, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I, umm. . .I don't know why you bother with me, Billy. I'm a bad person. I'm just an arsehole really."

"What?? Bloody nonsense! You're not a bad person - you're about the 'goodest' person I know."

"I'm not. Not at all. Look. . . I was watching you with your family and I got jealous. That's not good, that's sick. They're your own family. I'm sorry, Billy."

"That's . . ummm. . You don't have to be jealous of my family, they love you too. You're part of us now - part of the family."

"No, that's not it. I was jealous, not of you but of them. I was pissed because they took you away from me. That's sick. It was only for a few minutes and they are your own family, but I just want you all to myself, all the time.

I need you so much, I hate every minute that I'm not with you. That is sick. I don't want to smother you, Billy, but I love you so much! I really can't afford to lose you, but if I don't give you some breathing space, I'm scared that I will."

"You're not going to lose me - no way! Listen, Genius, I know what your problem is. I know that you love me, Justin, but you don't know - really know - how much I love you!"

They sat there looking at each other. Justin made no reply, so Billy continued. "I love you, Justin Reynolds. I love you, I cherish you, I adore you - hell, I even like you too! Everything you feel for me, I feel for you and more, much more. You're everything to me and if I ever lost you, I'd go and sleep with Jeremy - seriously, I would."

"Don't say that, Billy! Don't even think that - ever! My heart, my life is in your hands and if you go away then you'll take my life with you."

"I'm not going away, Doofus. Not ever. My life is in your hands too. I want you to smother me. I want you to hold me, possess me, love me because I really, really love you. Why the fuck won't you believe that, Justin?"

"I love you and I'll keep on telling you that until you get it through your thick head. I love you, I love you, I love you. Kiss me, Sweetcheeks. I need you - now!"

He undid the buckle and shrugged his seat belt off, slid across and over Justin and kissed him. Their lips met, hungrily, as they kissed long and hard. Billy opened his mouth and sucked on Justin's questing tongue. He broke away, took off his sneakers and slid his pants down.

"Fucking can! C'mon Dude, this is the local 'Lover's Lane', what better place? And I want you right now."

He was naked from the waist down and he started undoing Justin's clothes and sliding them down as well.

"They won't. It's dark and this is Lovers' Lane. Everyone comes here for the same thing."

He got the pants below Justin's knees, undid the seat-belt and fondled his dick and balls.

"Besides, if anyone did see us, I don't care. I'm not flashing it, but I don't care if anyone sees me with you. Everyone knows that we're boyfriends anyway and I'm proud of that."

He squirmed around and took Justin's hard dick in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and wetting it with his spit.

Billy came up and climbed over Justin, kissing him again as he settled, kneeling, astride his legs. He reached over and pulled the button to push the seat back as far as it would go. He spat on his fingers and rubbed it into his crack. Wriggling his butt around, he maneuvered Justin's dick into his hole and settled down on him with a sigh. The dick slid easily into his shaft.

Justin's open hands cupped around Billy's butt-cheeks and held him as he slid up and down. Their eyes remained locked together and broad grins spread across their faces.

He suddenly thrust his hips up and forward as his body arced and every muscle in him clenched tight. His butt lifted clear of the seat, his head whipped from side to side and he screamed a silent scream as his cum geysered into the boy above him.

Billy's frenzied movements slowed to a circular wriggling and working of his muscles as he milked every drop from him. His head hung low, watching the movements of their bellies.

"We're getting good at this," he grinned as he raised his head to look into Justin's eyes.

"I'm getting good at this," Justin corrected him. "You're already perfect. Change places with me now, so I can finish you off."

"I do. I want to. You made me cum. Boy! Did you make me cum! It's not fair to leave you half-finished."

"No. I mean, you really don't have to do that." Billy reached down around his own dick, and then rubbed his fingertips across Justin's lips.

Afterwards, dressed again, they sat together, side by side, slumped low on the seat, arms around each other and heads touching. Soft music played on the radio and the lights before them made Westpoint look like an enchanted town.

"Maybe - I haven't been counting. But we've never done it like that before - out in a public place where anyone could see us."

"We couldn't be seen - not easily, and, like I said, I don't care. I'm proud to be with you. I love being with you and if anyone has a problem with that - I don't care. So long as you don't have a problem, then nothing else matters. If you want to do it out in public, we'll do it anywhere you like. We could do it in the middle of the Square, or in the main street if you like."

"Sitting here like this with Westpoint out there. All the lights and the reflections in the river and cuddling here with you - it's all good."

"Billy, if Westpoint is my land over the rainbow, then you must be the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

"That's cool. Not true, but pretty cool. I would gladly live my whole shitty life all over again - all the bad stuff, all the horrible times - if I knew that it would bring me back here with you."

"Because that's what I think. Everyday I think that my whole shitty life was worth it because it brought me here with you."

"I'm not just saying that. Maybe not every single day, but often. I often think that my whole life's been worth suffering through because it's brought me here."

"You know what that means, Justin? It means that you're happy now and that you love me."

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Westpoint Tales

by Kiwi

Entangled Tales - 81 - Justin & Billy