Chapter 7
From Billy's viewpoint
We lost the swim meet. I finished third and fourth in my races. Not too good. I guess I was distracted. I was surprised to see Justin at the meet. I didn't think he came to school stuff like that. Then I bumped into him as I was leaving the locker room. It was like he'd been hanging around. He probably was. The troll.
We talked for a minute and he suggested I stop by his house a little later. I thought he probably wanted his jeans back, but he didn't mention it. Neither did I. There was a lot going on in my life, a lot of stuff more important than Justin's jean, and it wasn't making much sense to me. A lot of it was gay shit. I didn't understand it, but, for Jess' sake, I wanted to. My best bud needed me and I needed to know a lot more than I fucking did.
So about an hour later I decided to head over to Justin's.
He was ready to listen as I ran through the early events of the night before, including the girls and the aborted hand-job in Jess' room.
As I told Justin about it, I remembered exactly how Jess had looked the night before. He was so . . . I don't know how to describe it. I guess I'd say he had been into it as I stroked his cock at first. Then something seemed to click in his head and it was over. Like with a chick sometimes. All hot and bothered and then cool as fucking can be.
Justin listened, but didn't have much to offer in the way of gay information on why Jess stopped me from jacking him off Friday night. I really wanted to know if I had done something wrong.
What really seemed to get Justin's attention was when I was started telling the part where I woke up in the morning after sleeping next to Jess, just like I had so many times before. How I couldn't mistake that bulge under the sheet. I could picture it so clearly still. How I could see the clear outline of his rigid cock and flaring cockhead. It looked even bigger under the sheet. Somehow more intriguing, more inviting than ever before. How I wanted to try stroking it again. For Jess. Jess had one fuck of an impressive morning boner.
"And were you sporting wood, too?" Justin asked.
I had been hard inside my pants, but it looked like Jess won the morning hard-on contest, I said.
I explained to Justin how I decided to try to jack off Jess again, because, when Justin had jacked me off, it had felt so incredible. I thought I ought to share . . . thought that I could share that great fucking sensation with my best bud.
So I fucking went for it. When I played with his cock and his nuts, Jess got about as hard as I've ever been. I was doing for Jess' cock what I love to do for my own, I told Justin. I don't know if Jess was quite as hard as I had been when Justin jacked my meat. But he was close.
The more I did, the more he was into it. I loved it when his toes curled. He can really fucking shoot. I mean that cum was flying. He never did cum as much as me, but, I told Justin, he could shoot his fucking cum pretty damn far and high. Like up into his hair. Over his shoulder. In his own face. It was cool to see, because I can't do that.
Justin was focused on every word. I noticed sometimes he groped himself. And me? I was getting hard, just like I had been when I was jacking Jess. Before long Justin was so hard listening to my story that he had to reach down in his jeans and adjust his growing cock.
Looking straight at me as he rearranged his hard-on, he said, cool as fucking could be, "You got me a little worked up with all this talk of jacking off. Do you mind?" And he started to unbuckle his jeans and haul his hardening nine inches out into the fresh air. It was a pretty damn impressive sight.
It was more impressive than Jess' and, the way Justin was stroking it, it was going to be even more impressive, I mean bigger and harder, in no time.
I didn't say anything as I watched Justin continue to stroke his big boy boner. I just shrugged and then mindlessly groped myself.
Justin smirked and stared hard at my bulging crotch. I'd worn the jeans he'd given me. When I first got to his house, he'd said how hot I looked. From the look on his face, he thought I looked even hotter now. I know I sure as fuck felt hotter.
"Maybe you want to join me," Justin said so casually. He leaned back. He made stroking his cock in front of an almost complete stranger look as natural as could be.
"Maybe," I said, with more enthusiasm than I had intended. Justin didn't wait. He went slowly but deliberately for my jeans, opening my fly, letting it fall open. Then he reached in and scooped up my growing cock and my balls in the palm of his hand and just lifted them out and let them hang free. Well, my cock wasn't hanging as much as it was pointing, right at Justin. He gave me a big smile.
"Maybe it's time for another lesson," he said.
I was going to object, but only said, "I only do jack off. No gay stuff. OK?"
"Whatever you want," Justin said and went back to stroking his own nine rigid inches. He had plenty of lube as his pre-cum was flowing pretty fucking good. He touched the tip of one finger into the clear ooze at the tip of his cock and then swirled it around the swollen cockhead that crowned that really long cock of his.
And there I was watching, speechless, my dick now much harder without anyone even touching it further. And its angle was much more upright. The zipper was kind of painful on my nuts, so I pushed my jeans down and kicked them off.
Justin did the same with his. Then he continued his slow and gentle teasing of his own cock.
I couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed my dick firmly, pulling it down, stretching it hard, squeezing it so the cockhead bulged even more.
"Easy, guy, that's your friend you got there. Treat it nice like you did for Jess. Like I did for you. Haven't you learned anything? Just lean back and stroke it nice. Here, use a little of my pre-jizz," and he smeared some of his pre-cum on the tip of my cock. My hard aching cock jerked up in response.
My own pre-cum started to flow and I tried to match Justin's gestures, his strokes, his techniques. He knew I was watching and I knew he was teaching. It was hypnotic and erotic. Both of us on his bed in nothing but our T-shirts, slowly stroking our hard cocks in unison. Touching our balls, pinching our own nipples.
Justin pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the floor. I did the same. Now we were naked and oh so hot. Kind of like Jess and me years ago, I thought, but didn't say.
Justin half rolled toward me and arched his back a bit as he slowly stroked up and down his full nine beautiful fucking inches. What a cock! I was entranced by how he handled it and how it responded. I wish somebody had given me lessons like this when I was just starting out.
I rolled toward Justin and arched my back, as I slowly stroked up and down my full eight inches, maybe fucking longer at the moment. We were almost mirror images of each other. Moving in unison. Getting really fucking sexed up together.
Then I saw a drop of pre-cum form at the tip of Justin cockhead. It started to stretch in a long drip toward the bed sheets. I looked from that oozing droplet into his eyes and I saw that what I wanted to do was OK with him. What the fuck wasn't? So I gently rocked forward a little more and caught that drooling, glistening ooze on the head of my own cock.
"Thanks," he said.
"You're welcome. Anytime."
"God, I hope so," he said.
My mind was a blur. I didn't even know what the fuck we were saying.
Now Justin moved a little closer. I thought at first he was mimicking catching the pre-cum now oozing from my piss slit. But instead, he rubbed the length of his hot dick up against mine. The heat of that touch ran from my cock to my brain and back again and again. The sensation of the heat of his hard cock rubbing against mine obliterated everything else.
I began to match him stroke for stroke, our dicks sliding against each other, our pre-cum giving us the lube to make this cock tease as smooth and sensual as it was hot and hard. I started to groan. And to my delight, Justin started to groan, too.
Without anything but the undersides of our dicks massaging each other, and the occasional feel of his balls against mine, we continued. And we moaned again.
"How long?" he asked in the quietest voice.
"Not long," I whispered back.
"Me neither," he said.
And then he paused for a moment. I knew that was it for both of us. I made one more gentle thrust with my hard cock, creating the needed friction as my cock slid the length of his enormous glistening cock. He fired his first load of cum, hitting me under the chin with so much force it splattered onto both our chests. His second shot of cum hit his shoulder. The next my nose. They were huge fucking volleys of cum, splattering everywhere. He came in huge gushers. Fired like out of a rifle. Round after round of hot, juicy cum.
With that, I was pouring out my cum, too. My first blast had shot as high as our navels. Now cum was flowing like a fucking fantastic fountain out of my raging hard-on, coating both of our cocks with my extra thick creamy cum that smelled so good.
Our cocks coaxed each other on, still pressed together, still rubbing against each other in our slimy cum. More cum poured from my cock. And Justin's kept firing. The pillow, his face, his chest, my arm . . . We were fucking drenched..
At last we were through.
Without asking, Justin started to lick his cum from my chin and chest and arm. He stretched out his elegant long, pink tongue and slurped up gobs of his stringy, sticky cum. I watched fascinated as he started to work on my cock. My still quite hard and very sensitive cock. His tongue so gently lapped at my cockhead, slurping the cum into his waiting lips. Whoa! That was my cum. Or our cum. That was our fucking cum mixed together and Justin was fucking lapping it up. With long firm strokes of his warm, wet tongue, he cleaned my shaft. It sent chills through me. He left a small pool of our cum in my pubes and still more cum all over himself.
He rocked back and away from me and lay flat on his back.
"What about you? You're still covered in goo," I said.
"Help yourself," he said and gave me a shit-eating grin. Then he saw that I couldn't go there, couldn't do the gay shit he could do. I could give and get hand-jobs and I could let a gay guy like Justin lick my dick and balls clean.
But eating another guy's cum was gay. And I wasn't going there. I told him so.
"Just kidding," he said, never losing his smile. "But you should at least try your own."
"It's all mixed together. No way, dude."
"Maybe next time," he said.
"Maybe," I said, but my mind was racing, thinking, Next time! What fucking next time?
I lay back on his bed, and even though my mind was completely insane from what had just happened, nature took charge and we both fell asleep.
When I awoke, Justin was still asleep. And, I couldn't help but notice, we were both still naked and covered in flaky dried cum. My crotch felt a bit damp. I thought I really needed to get going. After all, I had a date with Kate later and my parents would be wondering what the fuck happened to me.
I reached over and gently squeezed Justin's shoulder. He opened his eyes lazily and looked at me. "Hi, guy."
"Hi," I said. "I gotta go. Have you got my old jeans and underwear? I wore the jeans you gave me so we could swap."
"Oh," Justin said and stretched. "So that's why you were going commando today."
"Yeah," was all I could muster.
"I wanted to talk to you about that," Justin said as he started to sit up against the headboard. "You know, those old jeans of yours have become kind of special to me. And you know I told you that you could have the A&Fs. I didn't buy them. I won them in a contest at work, so it's not such a big deal."
"What kind of contest?" I asked, more out of reflex than because I really cared.
"Oh, every month they have a contest to see which sales associate can shoot their cum the highest," he said straight-faced as could be. He must have been able to tell that he had me for just a second before I realized I'd been had.
"Go ahead. Keep them," Justin urged me. "They don't come cheap."
"So what's so special about my old jeans?" I asked.
I could see Justin's mind working on just how to answer that. Then he gave me a what-the-fuck look and said, "After you came in them on the ride over here the other day, I wanted to put them on so bad, I thought I'd die. I didn't because I didn't want to freak you out. As soon as I got home from dropping you off, I came straight to my room and slipped into those cum soaked jeans of yours. They felt so hot. There was just something about slipping into a well-worn pair of jeans that a good-looking guy had just freshly cum in. And, man, you had unleashed one hell of a load in them." He gave me a big smile and a nod of appreciation. "The feel of your cum-soaked jeans hugging my horny crotch was all I needed and I came in them, too. And you've seen how I can come."
"That's kind of sick," I said. "You really liked wearing my cummy old jeans to make you blow your load?"
"You bet I did.."
"So now they've got to be like hard and crusty and not too great for wearing. So why do you want to keep them?
"Uh," he hesitated. "I forgot to hide them that next morning and the cleaning lady laundered them. They look every bit as good as when I first saw you in them. Even the worn spot that shows right where your dick lies in the crotch. They're great jeans."
"Thanks," I said. "I like them, too." I was a little embarrassed that he'd noticed the worn outline of my cock in the crotch. I thought I was the only one who had ever noticed it.
"Now, here's the part you may not go for . . . being straight and all."
"Now what?" I said, trying to sound exasperated, but my voice kept giving me away. My interest was all too obvious to both of us.
"Well, I told you that you could keep the A&F's. You can . . . You should. But I'd like to keep your old jeans. And I need to ask a special favor." He looked up at me from his spot on the bed, trying to look sheepish. That would make me the wolf, wouldn't it? I thought he had our roles reversed.
"And that special favor would be," I said enunciating each word clearly.
"Would you cum in them again for me? Do it and the A&F's are yours and if you need a shirt, I'll do my best to score whatever you want. OK?"
"Do I need to do it on your scooter?" I asked, a bit puzzled by the whole exchange, but picturing how fucking great I looked in those goddamn jeans of his.
No, he explained. I just needed to put them on, get my rocks off . . . as big a load as I could manage after this afternoon's activities . . . and the A&Fs were mine to keep. What a deal.
I tried to look like I was having a hard time deciding this one, because I liked the way Justin was pleading with me. Looking so helpless. So needy.
"OK," I finally said. "Where are they?"
He went to his dresser and pulled them out. They looked so clean and freshly pressed. I'd never seen them that way.. I pulled them on. "So how am I supposed to do this?"
He said to leave it to him. "Just relax."
I put on my old jeans and he stood behind me. He told me to lean back against him. I did. He reached around me with both arms and started to caress my crotch. Even though I had blown a huge load with him not too long ago, I started getting hard almost as soon as he touched me. He kept running his fingers around the outline of my cock, making it longer and bigger and harder. I let my head fall back and rest against his. Cheek to cheek. "That's it," he said.
"Don't try anything funny," I warned him in a quiet but stern voice. "Just jack me off."
And that's what he did. So skillfully it ached. My cock, wrapped within the denim of these favorite old jeans of mine, felt the magic of his touch. He was a master, playing my dick for all it was worth. And I was feeling a little weak in the knees, with all my blood flowing to my raging hard-on. It was glorious to be so passive, to be so aroused, to be so attentively stroked.
I could feel Justin's throbbing cock pushing against my fucking ass, humping my crack, pushing against me. It was so hot, just knowing how badly he wanted to shove that big, hard dick of his into me. But he couldn't. This was about me and my pleasure and no one was going to fuck me. Not me.
I wanted to cum already. I wanted to fill these jeans with my gushing cum, to let Justin do whatever he wanted to get me off so he could play in my creamy jizz jeans. I was ready to cum now. I couldn't stop it if I wanted. I stiffened and groaned. He purred in my ear, "Cum for me. . . . Cum now. . . . Let it flow. . . . I want your cum. . . . Please. Please cum for me."
Those last words were too much and I unleashed a flood of cum into my jeans. Justin's hands cupped my crotch, squeezing, massaging, encouraging. It felt so good. The fruity smell of my cum filled my nose, making me nearly swoon in Justin's arms.
As my cum flowed, I pushed my crotch into his hands, humping them, feeling the squishy denim slide back and forth against the sensitive underside of my swollen, throbbing, spewing cock. At last my cum slowed and I could hear Justin's heavy breathing in my ear.
He was so close.
"Stand up," he said and I realized I had all but collapsed into his arms.
I straightened myself and Justin moved around in front of me, never taking his hands from my cum-drenched crotch. Smiling, he took both hands and scooped the escaping cum from the denim at my crotch. It was an amazing amount that had been forced through or oozed through the fabric. Now it was in the palms of his two hands. He leaned back and started to rub my cum all over his raging cock and tightening balls. He lubed himself and stroked himself lovingly. I could see that the touch of his slimy cum-covered hands on his enormous meat was about to make his cock explode. I thought that was what he wanted.
"Give them to me," he said in a voice that was so gentle it seemed to coax my jeans right off me. In a moment, I stood naked in front of him as he slipped on the jeans that had become so important to him. Using one hand to hold his swollen cock safely inside, he zipped them up and sighed.
I was mesmerized as I watched him gently massaging his cock and balls through the soggy fabric. Cum had collected between his fingers as they ministered to his powerful cock. I had never seen anything like this. Justin wasn't jacking off, not like Jess and I had. Not like I did so many nights in the privacy of my own room. Not even like I had done for Jess that very morning.
This was an act of devotion and Justin looked like he was in a trance. I couldn't take my eyes away. At last I saw Justin's stomach tense, heard his breath grow raspy. He was getting close.
He sat on the bed and, I don't really know why, I sat down naked beside him, never taking my eyes off his crotch. Then he raised one cum-covered hand from his crotch and grasped my thigh. He let his head fall back and sighed. I saw his cum, forced by the strength of his orgasm, spill through the already cum-soaked denim and pool in this lap. It was amazing. He used his free hand to try to massage the cum back into the material that enclosed his oozing, jerking cock and exhausted nuts.
Finally he took his hand from my thigh and worked his swollen crotch with both hands again. He lifted his hands to his face and inhaled deeply, flicking his tongue out to taste his fresh brewed cum, mingled with my recent load.
He reached down again with both hands and scooped up more of the overflowing man juice and offered his hands to me. Instinctively I inhaled. I could smell fresh pineapples and a hint of peaches. Peaches. That's how my cum smelled.
"Taste it," he said. "It's heavenly."
I didn't move. I didn't speak. He moved his cum filled palms toward his own face and licked them, smearing some of our cum on his cheeks and chin and lips.
I realized my dick was full and warm and resting against my leg. A pool of pre-cum was growing on my thigh as it oozed from the tip of my cockhead.
With the sweet aroma of our commingled cum filling the air, Justin leaned against me and breathed in and out. I think he was looking at my dick.
Finally, he pulled his head away far enough to look directly at me. I thought he might try to kiss me with his cum-covered lips. His face glistened with our juices. I pulled back. "No gay shit," I warned, realizing almost immediately how little sense that made considering how I was sitting there with this gay guy who had just cum for the second time with me today. How he was wearing my cum-soaked jeans. Jeans he'd stroked me off in just moments before. How his face was smeared with our cock juice. How we both had just had the cum of a lifetime.
"I have limits," I said, as much to myself as to Justin. "I have limits."
To Be Continued . . .
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