The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 13 -- Part II From Billy's viewpoint
Justin sat on the edge of the bed and patted the bare mattress beside him, indicating he wanted me to sit next to him. I moved toward him. But sitting side by side didn't seem like much fun just then. Not the fun I was looking for.
So I stood straight in front of him. My cock was getting a little thicker and longer with expectation. It was right in his face. Right where I liked it. Right where Justin liked it, too
Justin rubbed his cheek against it and then took a swipe at it with his tongue. I loved the different feelings. First, his stubble so harsh and almost painful on my sensitive cock. Then the warm, slick surface of his tongue sliding against the skin on the underside of my twitching cock.
His antics were having the desired effect on me. I could feel my cock getting heavy. Feel its weight. Its growing mass. Jutting out from between my legs as it continued to get longer. Thicker. Harder.
I put a hand on each side of his Justin's face and bent down so I could kiss him. After a brief but wet kiss with tongues and all, I moved my hand to his shoulders and forced him to lie back. Flat on his back. His legs hanging over the side of the bed. I was fully extended over him. My cock brushed his. My heart beat faster. My head was unfocussed. Full of a swirl of ideas of what I wanted to do with Justin. What I wanted him to do to me.
As I stood back up, he lifted his head to see what I was up to.
"Just put your head back and relax," I said. "It's my turn for make-up sex now."
I knelt in front of him and pushed his knees apart to give me better access to his cock and balls. Justin's cock was still more soft than hard and his nuts were hanging about as low as I ever saw them hang.
I took his nuts in one hand and worked them slowly. Gently. Tenderly. I could feel their warmth. Feel them moving in my hand.
With my free hand, I ran my fingers through his pubic hair. It was soft and thick and perfect. I began pushing down firmly just above his cock with the butt of my hand. My thumb on one side of his junk. My fingers flat on the other, stretching down to his nuts. I could see my attention was starting to have the desired affect.
I bent toward his soft cock and took hold of it just below the cockhead. I held it between the thumb and index finger of my right hand. I studied it for a moment before taking it slowly into my wide-open mouth. My saliva was flowing with the anticipation of sucking Justin's cock. My body knew what was coming. And it was getting me primed.
Just as I let go of Justin's cock and withdrew my hands, I closed my lips around his cockhead. I felt it soft and warm on my tongue. At rest. I had so seldom held Justin's soft cockhead in my mouth. He was usually hard before I got started.
I didn't really suck on Justin's warm, tender hunk of meat. I just cradled the head in my mouth. It had impressive mass even when soft. I was playing with it. Moving it about from time to time. Examining it with my tongue. Testing it against the roof of my mouth.
At first the change was subtle. Hardly noticeable. But I thought I could sense the difference. Then the most amazing feeling. Justin's cockhead was clearly growing firmer. Harder. His shaft stretching. Pushing its way deeper into my mouth as it lengthened. Forcing my lips to loosen as it thickened. The transformation came faster and faster. His cock was hardening. Its warmth was noticeable. As was the change in his cockhead from soft and pliable to hard and slick.
It was just about this time that I tasted the first sweet drops of his pre-cum. Fucking god, this was so good. I swirled its thin, watery essence in my mouth. Savoring its fruity flavor. I breathed in Justin's funky smell of man and stale sex. Our sex.
Justin let out a gentle groan of pleasure. "Sweet mother Mary, you're amazing," he said. "Suck me dry!"
He took hold of my head, covering my ears with both his hands. He slowly moved my head back as he eased his cock from my mouth. And then he leaned forward and kissed me. His tongue slipping into my mouth, where his cock had been seconds before. My mind reeled as I began to suck on his tongue. Still imagining his cock.
I wanted both. His tongue and his cock. If only I could suck them both together. At the same time.
Justin broke our kiss and with it my thoughts. I looked at him. What did he want?
"What about you?" he asked.
I gestured toward my cock with my head. His eyes followed. He could see that I was completely satisfied so far. My cock rose up. Hard and happy. A dribble of pre-jizz drooling from my cocklips. I leaned forward so my cock brushed against the fine hairs on his leg, leaving a streak of my pre-jizz where it touched.
He reached out and rubbed the palm of his hand across my cocklips. Around the crown of my cock. Collecting my leaking pre-jizz. He had plenty to work with as he started stroking my cock. Eight inches of pure pleasure. I could hardly even breathe as I watched. I felt the sensations coursing through my cock. To my nuts. Shooting spasms of pleasure through me.
My asshole tightened each time his cum-slick palm and fingers embraced my cockhead. Justin twisted his embracing fist around that tender crown to give me extra pleasure. I struggled to my feet to make it easier for him to keep on doing exactly what he was doing.
My cock thrust forward and more pre-jizz flowed. My asshole ached to join in the fun.
I pulled back from Justin's grip and told him to swing his legs around so he could stretch out the length of our bed. As he moved into position, he kicked the blankets he had so neatly folded onto the floor.
There he lay in the middle of our bed. Naked. Hard. Waiting. So handsome. So fucking hot. Like a god laid out before me. Everything seemed to come together at that moment to make him the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. My body flooded with desire. I wanted to possess him. To be one with him. To make love to him that would never end.
I climbed up on the bed, standing with one leg on either side Justin. I looked down past my hard leaking cock and smiled at him.
"Let me rim your ass, boyfriend," Justin said to me. I noted hoarseness in his voice. His horny voice. He didn't need to ask me twice. I turned around, careful not to step on him. But as I turned, I carefully lifted each foot to the other side of his body, I let its sole graze and linger on Justin's cock. Pressing down lightly. Wiggling my toes against his cockhead. Feeling its hardness pressing back against the gentle pressure of my foot.
Justin was chuckling still as I crouched down, lowering my asshole directly over his waiting mouth. I felt his hands reach out to hold my ass cheeks. To stretch them apart.
"Perfect," he said, apparently a reference to his view of my rosebud. I didn't ask for any clarification.
Soon he was lowering my butt. Guiding my asshole to his waiting tongue. I felt the first flick of his tongue on my asshole and instinctively tensed and pulled away. But I knew what I wanted and immediately changed course. Letting Justin's hands guide me again.
This time I didn't flinch as his wet tongue slid across my rosebud. I could feel it move across the irregular terrain and couldn't help but to let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Without any urging or guidance from Justin, I lowered myself still more. And more.
Soon I was working my ass against Justin's sloppy, sucking mouth. His tongue driving me crazy at it darted back and forth, toying with my waiting hole. He pulled my cheeks further apart and I felt his tongue pushing for entrance.
I was in no state of mind to deny Justin what he wanted. Soon his tongue had worked its way into me. Warm and probing. Not like a finger. So much better. But not as good as his cock would be.
In my position, crouched over Justin's face, I was looking down at. Justin's hard, long cock. It looked so good. So inviting. So fucking much what I really wanted just then.
As Justin worked my ass with his tongue and lips and even carefully with his teeth, I started to gently work his cock and nuts with my hands. The balance was awkward and I was quickly getting tired. My leg muscles straining and burning.
Before they could cramp up on me, I stood up and turned myself around again. Now standing over Justin. Facing him.
"I'm fucking ready if you are," I said and reached around and slid two fingers in my own ass. Still slick with Justin's saliva, it was no trouble. I pulled my fingers out and put them in my mouth with a third and sucked in the flavor of my asshole. My funk.
I licked them thoroughly, lubing them up. Then without hesitation, I inserted all three fingers back in my asshole. "Yeah, fucking ready," I said as I pulled them out.
I crouched down with my hole above Justin's cock and reached my fingers out for Justin to smell and then taste. "Sweet" was all he said as I pulled them free of his sucking maw.
I reached back and wrapped my hand around Justin's cock. Damn, it felt thick! As I lowered myself a bit more, I aimed his rigid cock right at my hole. I moved a little lower and felt contact. I adjusted to line up perfectly with his slimy, leaking cockhead. Warm. Firm. Pressing gently against my opening.
A little lower. More pressure. Justin's rigid cock bent slightly against my weight. Thick and hard as it was, it was still bending in my hand. Bending under the pressure of my body. Of my unyielding asshole.
I pushed out and his cockhead, big and hard, popped inside me. No pain. I'd done this before and I knew I was ready. Fucking god, I was ready. I so wanted to be fucked right then. Needed to be fucked right then.
"I hope you're up for this cuz I wanna fuck myself crazy," I said, grinning like a madman.
"Don't let me stop you," Justin said.
I plunged with all my weight. In an instant my asshole was pressing against Justin. His cock buried so deep up my fucking ass, it was like I owned it.
"Fuck," I yelled. It was what I wanted but my god he was fucking big. I was stretched in every way and feeling that burning sensation ripping through my asshole.
I wanted a fuck. My hole was so fucking hungry to get filled. I wanted a fuck that I'd never forget. And the way I felt - the pain and the pleasure of having my hole ripped apart by Justin's huge cock -- that was a good start. Then I thought to myself, Fuck it, Billy, you wanted it. Now go for it.
I raised up and plunged down again. And again. And again. Three strokes. Swift and sure and deep and hard and so fucking powerful.
Then I stopped and looked at Justin. "You OK?" I asked.
"I am if you are," he said and pushed his hips up into me, showing he was ready for me to continue. In response, I moved my hips in a circular motion, rubbing his long cock against every inch of my guts. I used his cock to probe in every direction. It was like stirring my insides with his enormous cock. I fucking loved it.
I felt his hands on my hips lifting me and I went with them. Then he brought me down. And up. And . . . We'd done this before and we knew our rhythm. God fucking damn, I loved riding my boyfriend's cock. Feeling its warm, solid mass rubbing, stretching, and massaging me inside.
I reached down and around so I could feel his cock with my hand. Run my fingers along the slimy, hot shaft when he pulled it out. Feel his bulging veins against my fingertips as he plunged back in. It made it even more real to feel it with my ass and my hand.
I squeezed my ass muscles tight as I rode Justin's pole and he groaned in response.
I leaned back, bending Justin rigid cock about as far back as it would go. He groaned even more. The pressure it created inside me was awesome. Fucking awesome as I rode his straining hard-on for all I was worth.
Then I leaned forward and kissed Justin passionately as he continued to pummel my asshole.
I turned and twisted and moved every way I knew, without ever letting Justin's hot cock out of my ass. But more than anything I loved the extremes, when his cock was stretching my asshole to the point of searing pain. When his cock was pounding my prostate so hard and regular that I thought I'd have to shoot a load or go crazy.
We fucked like that a long time. Sometimes I was jerking my cock. Sometimes Justin was. But much of the time it just bounced there between us. The contact with my abs and Justin's and the steady tattoo on my prostate and the pounding, stretching action in my hole were more than enough to keep me on the edge.
At last I knew I was getting really close and I could tell Justin was too.
"I want to cum together," I told Justin as we took a brief pause, his cock still buried in me. "I'm close."
"Me too," he said as I squeezed his cock tight with my ass. "Let's do it."
He made a slow but firm thrust into me. Perfect contact with my special spot. Fuck, yeah!
I lifted up and eased down. Grinding his cock deeper than before. Fuck, yeah, again!
We made thrust after perfect thrust in almost slow motion as my guts tightened. My breath became ragged and my nuts ached so bad with the need to spew cum all over the fucking room. I was being torn apart. My brain could explode at any second from the crazy fucking intensity of this wild ass fuck we were doing. Fuck, yeah!
"I'm gonna blow," I said.
"Do it now," Justin said and with that I felt the first surge of his hot cum gush into my bowels with burning intensity. Such a feeling! Justin pouring himself into me. Filling me, literally filling me with himself. With his own precious juice. His seed. I loved him.
That pushed me over the edge and my cum . . . I could feel it flowing up my cock. I swear I could feel it moving through me. Warm and sensational and sort of filling me with desire, need, satisfaction, lust and love all at once. So much I couldn't hold it in.
My cock swelled bigger and harder. My nuts pulled tight up into me.
My cum was flowing from my cocklips. Dripping. Splashing. Spurting. Such power. Such fucking relief. But without relief. It just kept flowing. I felt like it might never stop.
All the while I could feel Justin's mammoth meat forcing itself deep inside me time and again as he unloaded shot after shot of hot cum.
Before I stopped cumming, I needed something more. I lurched forward, pulling my ass off Justin's cock so fast it hurt when my hole snapped shut. I pressed my own purple-headed cock to Justin's mouth. In his surprise, Justin hesitated to suck me into his mouth and his face was quickly covered in my spurting, flowing cum.
A moment later, when he opened his mouth and inhaled my aching, needy cock, he sucked me like a pro. I pumped in and out as his cheeks caved in around my thrusting cock shaft. I could feel the warmth of his wet mouth caressing my still throbbing cock. The sensations of his lips and tongue and mouth working on my cock were so clear, so intense, so fucking crazy sexy, it was like I could see inside his mouth. See my hard cock drooling more cum. See his tongue working over my cockhead. The swirl of cum and saliva and tongue and cock! I could visualize perfectly his hand pulling on my nut sac. Oh, fuck!
My cock couldn't cum anymore, but Justin still nursed it like a baby. And I willingly let him, despite the overwhelming sensations it was unleashing. It fucking hurt so bad it felt good. Oh, shit, better than good. Fucking awesome.
Then I realized that Justin had reached around me with his free hand and was jerking himself frantically. Jerking like I'd never known him to jerk himself before.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he gurgled around my softening cock. And then I felt a burst of his warm cum hitting my back. And then another. And another. Three in all that I could feel.
My boyfriend's warm juices were soon running toward my stretched and aching asshole. I could feel his dripping, running goo as it reached the raw flesh of my gapping asshole. My hole had been fucked until it was no doubt red and swollen from the cock pounding I'd just gotten. And now it was awash in Justin's cum once again.
The feelings and images and sounds and smells of sex and cum and lust and Justin and fucking and love and us together was too much. I pulled my cock from Justin's slack lips and collapsed on top of him.
"Fuck" we said in almost perfect unison and then began to laugh.
To Be Continued . . .
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the second book in the "I Thought I Knew" series. It is not necessary to read the books in order, although Book one chronologically precedes this book. It can be found under the title "I Thought I Knew" in the High School section. /nifty/gay/highschool/i-thought-i-knew/
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