Chapter 5 From Justin's viewpoint
The ride to Billy's house, with him driving my scooter and me behind, had just about put me over the edge. I was no more immune to the vibrations of my scooter than anyone else. It was one of the few things I liked about it. Everywhere I went, I got a special buzz going in my crotch.
During the ride, it was obvious to me and my dick that Billy was making me hotter and harder on purpose, wiggling his ass and stuff. I came close to blowing my wad all over him, the same way he'd shot his wad on my ass earlier. But I held off. It was a good thing, too. I knew I would have to walk right past my parents to get to my room when I got home. Seeing my crotch soaked, even in my own cum, would have been too much for them to see. If I'd cum in my jeans and they saw it, it wouldn't be cool. Not to brag, but I can cum just as much as Billy.
When I got back from dropping Billy off, I was really aroused. I was horny, hot and hard. My nine-inch boner that wanted to get free was showing through my jeans. I wasn't the least surprise how horny I was. After all, Billy had gotten off twice -- once all over my hot ass and once with my hand wrapped around that wonderful dick of his. My balls had been teased for the past couple of hours and my nuts were ready to blow. Thinking about Billy and how he'd cum on my ass and then in my hand wasn't cooling me down. My god, Jess was right. That boy could cum.
My parents didn't seem to notice the large bulge in my jeans, or the obvious wet spot where pre-cum had soaked through. My mom fixed a plate for me to take up to my room and eat while I studied. I stood strategically on the far side of the counter, concealing the throbbing hard-on that was far more important to me at that minute than dinner.
When I got to my room, the first thing I did after locking my door was to grab the cum-soaked jeans Billy had left behind. I put my face right in the damp crotch and inhaled. Heavenly. His cum smelled like fruit and I loved it. The smell was so strong that I thought I could taste his cum by inhaling those fumes. Intoxicated by the smell, I couldn't resist. I licked the crotch and truly tasted Billy's cum. It wasn't as good as tasting his fresh warm cum, but it was keeping me rock hard. I wanted to suck him off so bad. The jeans had already started to dry and stiffen a bit, but I could still feel plenty of the moistness of his cum on my cheeks and lips as I rubbed them across my face.
I set Billy's cum-covered jeans on my bed. I noticed for the first time that cum stains were also obvious on my bedspread, where Billy had sat dripping cum earlier. Cool, I thought.
I took off my own jeans, which left me wearing nothing but the cum-drenched underwear Billy had been wearing when he blew his wad all over my butt on the scooter. During all the sexual excitement, I'd been able to swipe Billy's sperm-flooded briefs without his noticing. Goddamn that had felt sexy as I slipped them on. His slimy man cum wrapped around every fiber of those briefs. And my cock and balls nestled in amongst all Billy's jizz. Billy had been so excited about the new A&Fs I'd given him, he'd never even noticed his briefs were "gone."
Now, still wearing Billy's briefs, I slipped on his cummy jeans as well and buttoned the fly. All but the top button. I lay back on my bed and groped myself through the moist sticky fabric of his jeans and his briefs. I was so hard. Really hard and really hot. My cock was so sensitive and ready for action. I had to get off. I let my mind imagine how his hot dick had been where my dick was now. I could imagine his dick so clearly. I had just been holding it in my hand a short while ago. In my mind I could see it getting bigger and harder and hotter in these very jeans. That big cock of his pressing up against my bubble butt on my scooter. Wiggling my ass against that hard pole of his. Our dicks both rubbing against this cum soaked fabric. Rubbing my hard cock against his hard cock. The friction of our hot drooling cockheads sliding against each other. Billy shoving his big straight cock up my ass as he wriggled his butt and . . .
My fantasies and memories did the trick. I was cumming. Cumming like crazy. Lost in this dream where he was me and I was him and both of us were each other. My cum was shooting, flowing, oozing out. My cock was roaring with sensations so intense it felt like it could fly apart. My hand still rubbed against the denim. My fingers coated in my cum. My cum mixed with his cum. It wasn't only in my mind. Our man juices really were mingling inside these jeans and it felt so good. I wanted to live in those cum drenched jeans forever, adding load after load after load of my cum. And Billy's cum. To our cum. Keeping this magical denim warm and squishy and wrapped around my hot twitching dick. Making me happy.
Could it be? Could Billy and I find common ground to bring to life all these sex fantasies that were whirling through my mind? I so wanted it to be.
Then the cum that had been forced through the denim and oozed through my fingers started to cool. Reality started to set in. Billy was straight. What happened tonight was unbelievably hot, but the chances of it happening again were almost non-existent.
Sure, when I had dropped Billy off at his house, he seemed to be cool with what had happened between us. Maybe, I thought, just maybe he is deep in the closet, deep in self-denial. Maybe there was a chance he was gay and didn't know it. Couldn't admit it. My mind reached for straws. Maybe he just needed someone like me to help him find his way out. I gave my cummy crotch another squeeze and felt my dick stir.
Then I realized that if by some long-shot Billy was gay, he'd be Jess' cum pump. Not mine. No matter how things played out, I lost.
I stewed about that for a few minutes and was feeling pissed off at the world. It always seemed to work out better for everyone else. Life seemed unfair to me in so many ways. So I did what I always do when I get pissed at my shitty life. I decided to jerk myself off . . . again. Nobody else was going to do it for me.
I stripped off Billy's jeans and underwear, rejecting any hope of getting it on with him again. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. What I saw was a hot guy with a good bod. Better than good. Fucking great! And I smiled at myself. Who wouldn't want to fuck me and my great bubble butt. Who wouldn't want me to cum for them. Because, boy, I could cum. I could cum as much as Billy, but mine came in shots like Jess said his cum did. I was a better cum machine than either of them.
And that realization seemed to piss me off even more. Finally as I angrily jacked my raging nine-inch hard-on, lubed with my own free-flowing pre-cum, I led myself by my cock back into my bedroom. I threw Billy's jeans and briefs, both drenched in our co-mingled sperm, on my bed. They were right where Billy had sat after the hand-job I had given him. He'd been exhausted and dripping cum on my bedspread. Thinking about it made my nuts pull up tight. My balls were churning with the need for action and I could feel my cum boiling up in me like a volcano ready to blow.
I gave Billy's jeans one last longing look, leaned back, growled and pumped my big cock with both hands. Jacked myself hard. From cockhead to balls and back again. Cum flew out of my cockslit. It was so hot, so swollen, so much. I just fired load after load. Maybe 12 big shots. I wasn't counting. And then my thick, creamy white cum just flowed from the end of my cock. Coating my cockhead and dripping down on my bed. In the end, my cum flowed a lot like Billy's cum flowed. A lot like Billy's.
Then I threw myself down on my totally messed bed and felt completely alone and sad.
There was no comfort in cumming alone that night. It had felt like I was using some superpower to destroy my enemies when I shot my load all over the bed and Billy's jeans. But when I was done, what was it? Cooling cum. Lots and lots of cum. Almost enough to float in. Alone.
When I got up the next morning, the first thing in my head was "Thank god it's Friday." I didn't think I could take too much more of this week. I got up and took my morning wood to the shower. As always I left my first load of the day to wash down the drain with the soapsuds.
When I walked back into my bedroom, I was struck by the stains all over my bedspread and the two pairs of cum-stained jeans. Oh, yeah, there was Billy's underwear, too. I thought about trying to clean up the mess, at least a little, but quickly said fuck it. In this shitty household, it was my job to cum and the stupid, born-again cleaning lady's job to clean it up. I only regretted I hadn't shot my morning load all over the mirror, the way I did when the twins were here.
At school that day, my life still sucked. I was in a funk and everything seemed to piss me off. Somehow I got thinking during math class how I was just a month or two younger than most of the seniors. My luck to be born in August. A month too young to start school with most of the kids I had grown up with.
Guys like Billy and Jess and all their hot-shot senior friends looked down on juniors like me.
At lunch, Billy was holding court at his usual table. Twice I heard him say something about "faggots." The second time he said it, I'd had it. I got up and headed for the quadrangle. I needed some space.
I could hardly believe that the night before I was going crazy to cum in his jeans and today . . . today I couldn't stand to be in the same room with him.
I was startled when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I jumped up only to find Jess standing behind me. "I followed you out," Jess said. I understand you talked to Billy last night. How did it go? Is everything OK?"
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and dramatically. I looked up at Jess. He looked so hopeful.
"He's not blaming you, is he?" Jess asked with real concern. "I know how he can twist things around and I wouldn't want this to backfire on you."
"No, no, nothing like that. Well, maybe at first. But we talked and he really likes you . . . likes you as a friend, I mean. He wants to understand, but it's hard for him." I was surprised by the words coming out of my mouth. "I mean, he wants to be your friend . . . your best friend . . . still. He wants to do whatever he can to make this whole thing better for you. As a matter of fact, he sort of surprised me."
I found myself softening, my anger ebbing. That good feeling I had for Billy when we parted was coming back. And why? I don't know. It just was. He wasn't a bad guy. Just a little stupid in some ways.
"Have you guys had a chance to talk since last night?" I asked, suddenly realizing that if there was an update, I wanted it.
No, they hadn't talked, he said. But they had a double date that night and Billy had said he wanted to talk to Jess afterwards.
"Good luck, Jess," was all I said. But in my mind I was thinking, Double date? Straight guys? Who could ever understand them?
To Be Continued . . .
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