The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 9 -- Part I From Billy's viewpoint
When I woke up Sunday morning, I was all-alone in my bed. I felt like shit. I pulled a pillow over my head to block the sun. I wished I could crawl into a deep, dark cave. No light. No sound. Just me.
As I tried to lull myself back to sleep, I realized I had to pee and, of course, I had morning wood. I reached for my cock with my right hand. My jerk-off hand. My cock felt so hard. So warm. So much in need of my attention. It felt like an old friend as my fingers wrapped around the shaft. So familiar. It was the only part of my body that felt good. That could make me feel good.
I slowly stroked my shaft. The whole length. Letting my hand glide over my rigid cock. Giving a special little squeeze to my hard cockhead. Enjoying the friction as my hand passed over its smooth, sensitive surface.
I let my left hand run over my silky balls. Still freshly shaved from the day before. Oh, fucking god, it felt so good.
But I felt like such shit.
I lay there trying to decide whether to jerk off in bed or take a leak. As bad as I felt, it was a big decision.
As I lay there playing and enjoying the surging sensations from my cock and balls, little flashes of images from the night before started to come back to me. They slashed through the darkness and through my pain. They penetrated the fog of my hangover.
My sluggish brain started collecting them and creating these awful visions of what had happened at the club. Sexy images, but not what I wanted. What I was remembering, if it had happened, was . . .
What the fuck had I done?
I lay there trying to calm myself. Then I heard the shower come on. Must be Justin, I thought. The sound of the running water made me need to pee even worse.
I dragged my butt out of bed to pee. Standing in front of the toilet, I could barely force my cock down far enough so that I could piss standing. A lot of piss went on the floor. Fuck it!
I turned to see Justin, piss still dripping off my swollen cockhead. I just didn't care. I was a mess, but it was time to face up to whatever I had to face up to.
When I finally focused on the shower door and looked through the misty haze, it wasn't Justin in the shower. It was the blond kid from the night before. Tom! He was in my shower instead of Justin. What a fucking shock on top of everything else.
My mind was staggering in my head. I had to think. I had to remember. I hadn't heard Justin leave for his Sunday meeting with his prof. Had he even come home last night? Had he come home and found me with Tom? What the fuck had happened here?
Now a whole new bunch of scenarios started forming in my head: I could have gotten drunk. Fucked around with Tom some at the club. Then moved the action home, hoping to wrap it up and send Tom on his way before Justin got back.
So Justin must have come home, found me and Tom in the sack doing . . . ? Could have been just about fucking anything. Justin got pissed and left and I was left with Tom and the most unbelievable fucking hangover.
I knew in some part of my fractured mind that it could have happened a lot of different ways. But I figured that something roughly like that must have happened, even if I didn't fully remember it. Why else would I be so hung over? No memory of most of last night . . .
Fuck! I did remember something. Tom and those guys on the dance floor. Did they really jack him off right in front of everyone?
Things were coming back to me and I didn't know if I wanted to remember.
"How am I going to get home?" Tom called to me from the shower.
"How the fuck should I know? How the hell did you get here?"
"Remember, I drove you in your car? But Justin said it was his and he took it and left."
Shit on me, I thought. Just shit on me.
"You talked to Justin? When?"
"I don't know. A little while ago. He wanted the keys to the car," Tom said, still showering.
"Did he find us together?" I didn't want to know, but I needed to know.
"No, I was sleeping on the sofa."
"Where did you sleep last night?" I said as I opened the shower door.
"Damn, man. What's with you? You want some more of this?" Tom said, holding the base of his hard cock in a tight grasp, making the business end of it swell obscenely large.
Tom must have been jacking his cock when I yanked open the door. A nice cock, I have to admit. At any other time it probably would have tempted me. But just then I had other things on my mind.
"Did we sleep together . . . I mean fuck or anything . . . last night? Here . . . or at that club?"
"No. I drove you home and you were in no shape to so much as take a piss. I took your clothes off and dumped you in your bed next to your boyfriend. He was out like a light.
"I found a pillow and blanket in your closet and slept on the sofa."
"So when did you talk to Justin?" I asked.
"When he got up this morning, he found me sleeping on the sofa. He got as pissy as you are now. Wanted his keys and took off. So how am I gonna get home?"
"I don't have a clue," I said and headed back to bed. But I soon realized no way was I going back to sleep.
So when Tom finished his shower and, I suppose, his morning jerk off, I got up and took my shower. As the warm water washed over my body, I was a little relieved at what I had been able to piece together.
I was still drying myself when I heard the phone ring. I hollered for Tom to answer it. Then I realized it might be Justin and wished I hadn't. It was already too late. I could hear Tom saying "hello" and then telling someone that I was just getting out of the shower.
I heard Tom tell the person on the phone his name and then he said, "Oh, hi, yeah, I drove him home, but I'm stuck here now. That Justin guy took the only car . . . Yeah, I'll get him."
Thank god it wasn't Justin. I hoped maybe it was Todd. I couldn't really think who else it could be.
I headed for the phone, drying my shoulders as I went. I knew I was showing all, but I figured I'd just seen Tom jerking in the shower, so it was no big deal. And the thought of Todd always turned me on.
As I took the phone from Tom, I pulled on my cock a few times, because thoughts of Todd were giving me a pleasure buzz. I saw Tom look down at my thickening cock and he didn't look away. Good, let him look, I thought.
"Hi, Todd, what's up?" I said. I stretched my body. Cracking my back. You could hear it popping. I pulled on my growing cock some more. Watching Tom's face drink in the sight of my growing hard-on. I could see in his eyes that he wanted it. But my mind was picturing Todd's eyes, not Tom's.
"What happened last night?" Todd asked. I could hear concern in his voice. It worried me.
"I'm not too sure, but I got pretty drunk. Tom brought me home," I said, my anxiety rising again. My cock starting to go limp. "Why? What's up?"
"Tom did more than bring you home," he said. It sounded like he was sort of angry or something.
"What do you mean?" I said, wrapping the towel around my waist.
"There are pictures going around of you and Tom at the club last night. And they're pretty suggestive."
"Oh shit," I said, even though I only meant to think it. "What pictures? Who took pictures? Have you seen them?" The questions flowed from my lips. My brain was still a half step behind my mouth.
"I'm looking at one right now. You can't tell who it is, but I recognized you. You're on the bar, I guess, and Tom's head is in your crotch. I recognized his hair. It's like taken from over your shoulder."
"Then how could you recognize me? You couldn't see anything but maybe my chest and abs?" I asked hopefully.
"No one else but probably Justin would even know it was you, but, believe me, I know what your body looks like. It's you. Plus the guy who sent it to me wanted to know if it was a picture of the guy I was with at the club last night. That's why he sent it."
"Did he take it?" I asked.
"No, someone sent it to him and asked if he'd been there when the twink blew the guy on the bar. He recognized Tom and he thought the guy might be you," Todd said.
"Shit. What am I gonna do?"
"So, it is you, right?" Todd said, sounding like maybe he was hurt by that.
"Sounds like it. I don't remember a lot about what happened exactly. I was really drunk. But I guess I did dance on the bar for drinks or whatever. And I think Tom probably sucked me off."
As soon as I said that, I realized that Tom was still right there listening. Watching. I'd been so into talking to Todd, I guess my mind had been focused on what he was saying. It was like the room around me hadn't even been there.
But now I was looking at Tom and he had a big shit-eating grin on his face. And he was rubbing his bulging crotch.
"Yeah, I sucked you off good last night. You sure cum a lot," Tom said, squeezing his cock through his shorts and leering at me. "It was so fucking hot."
"Get the hell out of here," I yelled at him. "Get the fuck out of my house."
To Be Continued . . .
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