Young Billy Crudup Novels & Stories

They became Innkeepers and for those first few years were happy as church mice in a wool sock. Then they lost Julia. Both took it hard, handling it in each their own ways. Billy threw himself into being the best Innkeeper he could and Amelia went on to win State in swimming that year. Eventually, they worked together to rebuild their lives without that big part of them both. Billy is a 41-year-old father. He stands a comfortable 6' tall with a slight pooch from 1 or 2 too many beers occasionally.

I turned a corner and ducked into a quiet yard, quickly slipping into an old car propped up on cement blocks. "This spot's taken," a raspy voice wheezed from the darkness. I looked up and saw Billy the Crack Rock, who I’d known from my previous life. The last useful crackhead in the neighborhood. He didn't care what work he got or even if he got paid, as long as he got his fix. And what set him apart? He was cleaner than most of the other addicts. I pulled out a $100 bill and shoved it into his hand. "I'm not staying. I'm hiding. Go the fuck back to sleep and shut up."

"I still owe you for the books." I stared at him. "The light up there does that a lot?" He glanced at the flickering bulb above us, then back at his food. "I've been eating near the equipment room. It smells like skates and regret so this is already an upgrade." I looked at him for a moment longer, then slowly shook my head at his first question. He nodded like that, settled it and pulled his tray closer. "Tyler Brooks. We got cut off yesterday." I reached for my notepad and wrote.

Billy letting the others have a moment to take in the incredible sight of his stepmother before he sent her off to get them all another beer, even though their current one’s had been barely touched. “This is the best Billy!” said Clint, “you fucking rule man!” “Hell yeah!” agreed Dougie. “How would you like her to suck your cock?” Billy asked them. After seeing Billy’s hot stepmother strip off and let them play with her tits, Dougie and Clint thought that nothing could surprise them again. They were wrong. “You’re shitting us?” Clint said in disbelief, although everything he had seen so far suggested that Billy was deadly serious. “How would you like to fuck her?” Billy asked.

This lot hadn't jumped in to save him this morning, so why were they suddenly getting brave? As Jayce squared up to the leader—Tom Griffith—he did the same, puffing out his chest and straightening up to make himself even taller. As he pushed his chest into Tom's face, the lad took a step back. "Haven't you done enough?" Tom asked. He seemed to have dropped the hard man act and was opting for reasoning with the bully. "Yeah, he did a shitty thing, but he's said he is sorry and you've already taken a pop at him."

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.