Chapter 16 -- Part III >From Billy's viewpoint
Unfortunately, Justin wasn't completely distracted by our little boyfriend sexcapade.
"We've got to talk about Jess before he gets here," Justin said as he offered me the chance to lick the last of my cum off his fingers.
Justin thought I should tell Jess that I didn't love him, couldn't be his boyfriend, but still wanted to be his best bud.
"How am I going to do that? I can't have a boyfriend and a best bud. That doesn't make any sense," I said rather angrily.
"If we were straight, instead of gay, you could have a girlfriend that you cared very much about, probably have sex with and share a lot of stuff with. And you could have a best friend that you hung out with, shared all your deepest thoughts and concerns with, shot the shit with and hung out with all the time. The two don't have to be exclusive. Guys - gay guys - can have both. I know they can," Justin said as though he were arguing a case in court.
"But," I said, "straight guys aren't getting blowjobs from their best buds."
"And neither will you. If you're going to be my boyfriend, you're not going to be fucking around with other guys, including Jess. Or with other girls either," he said.
"Hmmmm," was my only reply. Then, after a long pause I added, "OK."
We talked some more about what sort of fantasy world Jess was living in. How he could concoct this reality of him and me in his head that never had and never would exist. Justin seemed to think that all Jess' fantasies would vanish when we told him the simple truth. For Justin, the truth overcame all obstacles. I wasn't so sure. Not so fucking sure at all.
With the heavy shit behind us and some time to kill, I asked Justin about his art, hoping that the hard subject he'd been drawing was me. It was, he said.
I was so sure that a drawing of me . . . of me hard . . . was what was in the bag that I rushed over and pulled out the big sketchpad inside. But as I flipped it open, I realized it was brand new and completely empty.
"I couldn't bring them with me. Suppose your mother had done what you just did and inside she'd found her Billy's cock all big and hard and spurting cum. I don't think she would have liked my art too much. It was just too risky. But I'll show you soon."
I told him how much I'd really like to see it and wanted to know how big the drawings were? Where they were? When he drew them? And did he ever draw himself? I really wanted a drawing of Justin, naked, hard and hot. Cumming! Fucking cumming!
"I never draw myself, but I did bring you a present of sorts," he said. "It's in the bottom of the bag."
In the bottom of the bag I found another smaller bag wrapped tight around something oddly shaped. I pulled it out and looked at it suspiciously. Nothing printed on the bag. "Can I open it now?"
"Of course," he said. "It's for you."
It was just a brown paper bag. I opened it and looked in. I could see something long and black, but couldn't tell what it was. I pulled it out and when I saw what it was I sort of freaked.
"Fucking A, Justin. You brought me a plastic prick?"
Justin looked a little hurt by my reaction and told me he'd brought it as part of my education. It had been given to him by the twins and had been molded from the cock of some porn star I'd never heard of. Justin told me it was almost the exact same size as his. I thought he might be exaggerating his own endowment a bit.
I took a second look at it as I held this dismembered cock in my hand. It looked huge. And black. And hard.
"So you want to fuck me with this thing?" I asked.
"It's a dildo. Just a dildo. And no, I don't care what you do with it, but I thought that as our sex play progressed at least one of us was probably going to end up . . . you know . . . getting fucked." He looked at me to see my reaction. I was still just staring at it. "I mean 'fucked' in a good way," he added as an afterthought.
"Not me. This isn't going up my ass, man. And neither are you. I'm not going there," I said.
He kept reassuring me that he didn't expect me to do anything with it. It was purely educational.
"So have you ever used it?" I asked.
No, he never had. He'd fucked both of the twins more than once, but he'd never been fucked. Virtually every muscle in my body flinched, including my dick and asshole, when he said he'd fucked the twins. It surprised me. And sort of hurt. Of course, he'd told me about turning 18 and made it perfectly clear that the sex didn't stop there. But I'd never thought about him fucking some other guy . . . make that guys.
"So are you a top or a bottom?" he asked.
"You mean do I like to fuck or get fucked."
He nodded.
"I never really thought about it," I said. But, of course, I was lying. He knew that immediately.
"If I'm going to be your boyfriend, we have to be honest with each other," he said and waited for my honest reply.
I told him that once or twice, when his hard cock had been pressed up against my ass for one reason or another, I had thought he wanted to fuck me.
"And how did you feel about that?" he asked.
"OK, I guess. I mean it's a turn-on to realize a guy wants to fuck you. It's like a compliment. Like he thinks you're hot. I guess I thought it was OK. . . . Someday. Not today. I'm not sure. Not ready. Is that OK with you?"
"Sure. I understand completely. And believe me, I didn't come here to slide my hard dick up your ass today. It is one hot ass and you are one hot guy. I know I like being a top. The twins taught me that. They said I got an "A" in ass fucking." He gave me his sheepish grin. "And I think I want to bottom, but only with the right guy. Screwing someone else is one thing, but you only give up your cherry once. I want it to mean something."
"I think we're about the same. Except I've never fucked anyone. Not yet," and I tried to match him sheepish smile for sheepish smile. "But I know someone I might like to experiment with before too long. When the time is right." We both just smiled at each other for a while and finally I asked, "So, tell me honestly, why'd you bring the dildo?"
"I thought maybe you'd let me show you what it's going to be like when we finally do it," he said.
"Who does what to whom? And remember, be honest."
"When I finally make it with you."
"You mean, when you fuck my ass?" I asked.
He dropped his head and said very quietly, "Yes, I guess so."
"What if we try it on you today instead. Why don't you find out what it's going to be like when I get your ass? Cuz I think that's what's gonna happen first, boyfriend." Now I was grinning ear to ear and swinging that big old black plastic dick back and forth in front of him.
We talked a little more about where all this was heading. That we both wanted to at least try both giving and taking. Exploring what we liked. What we wanted. Not rushing. But waiting till the time was right. We had plenty of fun stuff to keep us busy until the moment was right.
Justin leaned toward me and planted a big old wet kiss on me and said, "I want to practice . . . now."
Within just a few minutes we had him and that rubber dick lubed up and I was going from working two fingers up his ass to three. He was telling me step by step what to do so as not to hurt him. I realized right then and there that I ought to thank the twins. They were making this easier for both of us.
When it came time to retire my fingers and insert the big black dick, I was careful to have Justin lay on his back with his head toward the foot of the bed. I lifted his legs and rested them on my shoulders. I could see his asshole twitching in anticipation. Opening and closing. It looked like it was winking at me.
I pressed the dildo's head against Justin's rosy opening and waited until he told me it was OK. When he did, I began to push slowly, but his butt wouldn't give. He winced. I stopped.
He reached down and took the dildo in his own hand and tried again. It was going in. It was so cool to watch. When he had the whole head in, he waited.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
So far so good. Just a little pain, he said. And then he started working the cock back and forth in small thrusts. At first I didn't think it was going in, but there it went. Slowly at first and then faster and deeper. There it was, all the way in and Justin let out a little grunt of pleasure. And then another.
He started thrusting it in and out and as he did he rocked his body. He groaned. His face took on an expression of pure lust. I was still kneeling with his legs over my shoulders. My cock rock hard and dripping pre-cum down on to his massive hard cock. His cock looked harder than mine did and I could hardly imagine anything being harder than my cock right then.
"You do it now," he said, removing his hands.
I took the dildo in one hand and my cock in my other and I started to thrust and pump them in the same cadence. My cock was right at his ass crack. Right there with the dildo. Justin raised his head and could tell I was jacking my meat. He couldn't see me working the dildo in his ass, but he knew immediately that I was beating my meat to its fuck tempo.
He took his own cock in one hand and joined in. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was like watching three cocks at once. It was like I was fucking my boyfriend for the first time, because somewhere in my head that's exactly what I was doing. And he was watching and wanking, too.
I was in fucking sex heaven. I threw my head back in pure pleasure and as I did I saw him. Jess, standing there in the door. At that same moment, unaware we were being watched, Justin hollered, "I'm gonna cum, Billy. I'm gonna cum now."
Justin looked at me and saw I was looking at . . . what did I see behind him? It didn't matter. It was too late. He was cumming and nothing could stop him. And it was classic Justin. His cum. Huge shots of cum. Flying everywhere. Splattering off him and me and whatever.
"Me, too," I said looking right into Jess' eyes. "I'm cumming. Cumming. Fucking cumming."
Jess stood there silently watching. Crying as my cum flowed down over my cock. And I just went on stroking. Cumming and stroking. And staring at Jess as Jess stared at us. Billy and I were all sweaty and cum covered. Jess was crying.
To Be Continued . . .
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