The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 15 -- Part I From Billy's viewpoint
That first night at Joe's place after the three of us had been to dinner was really great. The sort of circle-jerk action had all just happened spontaneously. I liked the fact that it just fell out there and nobody felt stressed or pressured.
Of course I already knew that Justin had a hard-on for Joe and I figured Joe was just as hot for Justin. Who wouldn't be? But what I hadn't figured into it was how much I'd like Joe. How much he'd get me hard. And aching. And wanting his body. Even if he was an old guy.
We all liked each other. Seeing each other. Touching each other. Getting off with each other. It was fucking hot and I really liked getting my nut with the guy.
I guess Joe had sort of started things off, but it wasn't like anybody had to beg or barter to get their nut that night. It was about as good as I'd hoped it might be.
I hadn't known Joe at all before that. So when Justin and I were planning what we wanted to do, I'd worried we'd end up having to say something like, "We'll let you suck both of us off if Billy can go on the trips to foreign places and if he can get some cash out of this deal, too." I was ready to do that, but . . . but it hadn't been like that. Not at all. All I had to do after we'd all gotten each other off was to tell Joe how glad I was to finally have met him and he pretty much opened his checkbook. Fuck it, that part was easy!
The big shopping trip Joe had talked about got delayed a week, because his wife was getting ready to leave town. By waiting a week, we could go shopping in New York on Saturday and stay at his condo in Manhattan that night. Justin and Joe wanted to visit a couple of galleries, but it didn't sound like that would take up too much time.
I guess Joe called Justin a day or two after our first dinner meeting and told him about the change. He also wanted us to stop by a tailor shop not too far from campus to have some measurements taken before we went. That didn't make any sense to me. I didn't see why we couldn't just tell him what sizes we wore. But we did it anyway.
The old tailor guy he sent us to measured damn near everything. He even asked me if my cock hung down my right pant leg or my left. I didn't understand what that had to do with anything. I'm surprised he didn't try to measure my cock and balls while he was at it. It was kinda creepy.
I couldn't believe it when at 8 a.m. sharp on Saturday this big black limo pulled up in front of our shitty little place. I watched the chauffer in his gray uniform and cap come up to our door.
When he knocked, it seemed so unreal. Like maybe we'd just won the sweepstake thing or something. Joe was waiting out in the car. During the three-and-a-half-hour drive, Joe talked to us about the clothes we would need for everything from formal gallery openings to casual weekends at clients' country homes. He told us the highlights of where he had gone the year before and some places and events that he expected we might well see in the year ahead.
In New York, we visited Saks and Nieman-Marcus and the top men's clothiers for suits and formal wear and all the accessories. Then on to boutique designer shops where we mostly shopped for more casual clothes from sweaters to slacks and shirts, belts and shoes and luggage and more things than I had ever dreamed of. More things than I ever thought I might need or even use.
Everywhere we went, shop owners and managers were there to greet us. They already had selected clothing and accessories in our sizes to try on.
I tried at first to keep track of how much Joe was spending on us, but was soon only guessing. I gave up all together at the smaller shops where prices were never displayed and seldom mentioned to us.
At the end of a long and successful day, the limo took us to a quiet bar. No, it was far too nice to be a bar. Really upscale, swank, sophisticated. I wish I could remember the name. I know it was fairly new and was right near some park. I should ask Joe so I can tell you.
Anyway none of that really matters. It was just a place where we could relax and talk and recap all that we had done that day.
After dinner at an equally swank restaurant, we headed to Joe's Manhattan condo in a high-rise with a dressed-up doorman and all. When we got up to his place, I don't remember exactly what happened. I know I just wanted to get out of my shoes. And my clothes, too. It had been a long day. Before too long Joe said he was going to take a shower. Justin and I took the opportunity to sprawl out at either end of a plush sofa in what I guess was like his den. We were in just our underwear and sox.
While he was showering, Justin said we really needed to let Joe know how much we appreciated all he was doing for us. I mean the guy had blown thousands and thousands of dollars in one day just so we could . . . I guess so we could do whatever and go wherever he wanted us to.
"So how do we do that?" I asked.
"We'll just tell him and then ask if there is anything we can do in return. As long as we don't have to fuck him or let him fuck us, I'm more than happy to do damn near whatever he wants," Justin said. "He has been so good to me . . . to us. How could we refuse?"
It was that quick and simple. Justin thought we needed to show Joe how grateful we were. So we agred between ourselves that we'd do whatever Joe wanted. I didn't feel like we owed him anything, because we never asked for any of this stuff. But I liked Joe in a way I found kind of hard to explain. I mean, for an old guy he did turn me on more than I ever thought an old guy could.
And I didn't have any problem showing our gratitude. I kind of hoped it would be as much fun as the last time
As I lay at my end of the long sofa, my legs stretched out over Justin's, my mind wandered back to that first time with Joe. With Justin at Joe's place. After that first dinner together.
For some reason, Joe's words from that night had dug themselves deep into my brain and had surfaced from time to time in the past two weeks. Each time they did, my cock responded to the memories. I could hear him saying, "I'm close. Is it OK if I have an orgasm?" He was so polite like you'd expect an old guy to be, but at the same time he was so fucking hot.
When he had pointed that cock of his, that really handsome piece of man meat, right at my hard-on . . . Fuck! It was incredible they way he came. His jizz so hot and thick. Lying there on his sofa I could remember it so clearly I could almost feel the warmth of it. The sensation of it hitting my abs. The way it ran down in rivulets to my pubes and my nuts. How it clung to my cock, sending searing sensations straight to my lust centers. I could feel those sensations again. Wanted them. Craved what had come next.
"What are you thinking about?" Justin asked, shattering the crystal clear memory I was having of Joe's hot cum splattering on my abs, splashing on my hard cock, washing me in his fucking cum.
Then I realized that I had been playing with my hard cock. All but jerking off. Working it through the thin fabric of my underwear. I never wore underwear, but that day I thought I should. You know, since we'd be trying on clothes and all.
But now with my hard-on and Justin looking at me kinda funny, I was glad I had it on. It covered up my aching cock so Justin couldn't see it. Not like he didn't know I had a boner going. Not that he hadn't seen my raging bone enough times. But, somehow, because it was my thoughts of Joe that had gotten me so fucking turned on I guess, I felt better with it covered. Like I didn't want Justin to know how much Joe turned me on. It was like I felt sort of guilty about it.
What was I thinking about? Could I tell Justin? Should I tell Justin? The truth. We'd agreed to always tell each other the truth. No secrets.
"Just horny, I guess," I said. And I was. It wasn't a lie. Then I raised my head a bit and saw that Justin was every bit as hard as I was.
I was embarrassed that I didn't tell him it was thoughts of Joe that had me so horny. I wondered whether Justin was turned on from the nearness of Joe, too. Joe, naked in his shower. Probably washing his nuts and his cock. Stroking off in the warm shower. Hard. So fucking hard. So close. Oh, fuck! I needed to stop thinking about him. After all, Justin was probably hard because he'd been watching me. Justin was right here with me. And he was certainly hard and horny. I hoped Justin was hard because he'd been watching me? But I didn't feel I had the right to ask just then.
I wanted to make things right with Justin. Not to let anything come between us. So I got to my knees and scooted down to his end of the sofa. I lay down on top of him. Face-to-face. Crotch-to-crotch. One arm on either side of his head.
As my lips met his, I felt him push his hips against mine. A thrust that caused his hard cock to rub brusquely against mine. The pleasure that gave me sent a relaxing wave through my entire body. My mouth went slack and Justin's tongue seemed to fill it immediately. I sucked it in and we began an often-rehearsed oral dance, our two tongues probing, jousting, licking, stabbing, even as we sucked and slurped in counter-step to one another. It was almost like fucking the way Justin did it.
All the while our cocks were rubbing and nestling and doing whatever they could to get a steady friction going for each of us. Both of us. Hard. Leaking. Aching for more action than was possible in our confining briefs. The damp, musky heat being generated between us, by us and our sexual cravings was incredible.
I was moaning and so was Justin. I could feel the dampness in these damn underwear I never did like. Our pre-jizz was flowing like fucking crazy. Finally I couldn't stand the fabric between us anymore and I raised my hips enough that I could reach a hand down and pull my waistband down and catch it under my balls. Freeing my hard cock. I stroked my warm, friendly dick a few times. Enough to make me extra hard and horny and ready for more action with Justin. And with Justin's amazing cock.
Then I tried to do the same for Justin. Free his cock from his too tight briefs. But it didn't work. Finally he helped me and we pulled his briefs down so they were tangled around his knees. His cock sprang free. And hard. And ready.
I was just ready to swing back into action, when I heard a rustling sound and realized that Joe was back from his shower. Standing just a few feet away in only his towel. Watching us. Our hard, horny bodies primed to go at each other for all we were worth.
I looked at him. He wasn't really smiling. He just looked so pleased. So . . . fuck these words are hard to . . . So glad to be there with us. I could see his cock was pushing against his towel. He was so fucking hot. His mature body. The way he stood. The way he looked. The way . . . He winked at me. Or us, I guess.
I didn't know what to say, so I just fucking said, "Hi." It makes me laugh at myself to remember this but I think I actually kinda waved at him as I said it. A shy little wave of acknowledgement.
He said, "Hi, Billy. Hi, Justin," and got this little-kid grin on his face. I think he might have even waved back. "Don't let me stop you."
I looked back down at Justin. He was still staring toward Joe. But Justin sensed that I was looking at him and he turned back to look up at me. Justin and I kissed tentatively. But I knew as soon as our lips touched, we couldn't hold back. Even with Joe standing just a couple of feet away, I had to have Justin right then. Right there. And I could tell he had to have me.
I told myself that I didn't care whether Joe was watching or not. But I knew I was lying, even as my aching cock slid back and forth against Justin's. Even as my tongue explored Justin's warm, welcoming mouth. Even as I heard Joe's towel drop to the floor.
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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