The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 15 -- Part II From Billy's viewpoint
Stretched out on Joe's sofa, I was all over Justin's body top to bottom. I felt like I wanted to devour him. I wanted to be more than with him. I wanted to be part of him. In him. Him in me. My mind was wild crazy wrapped up in touching him anyway I could.
We were deep kissing each other. Our tongues tangled. Slithered. Curled. Caressed.
All the while, the taut, naked flesh of our hard cocks was creating a fucking amazing sensation as they slid across each other. I remember our cocks were crossed so that Justin's was trapped between my cock and my abs. That meant my cock was trapped the same way between his cock and his abs. It felt like I was tangled up in him. Trapped. Caught. Restrained. Just the least movement of his cock or my cock created such a fucking turn-on of sensations.
We'd probably been going at it for five minutes . . . maybe 10 or even more . . . and I was totally into Justin at that point. I really was. But a part of my mind . . . some small part of it . . . was focused on Joe. Knowing he was watching us. Standing there in the room. Naked.
I kept remembering how he'd jerked me off so fucking great the last time we were together. Wondering if he was jerking himself off watching us.
I couldn't help but wonder what his hands were doing right then, even as Justin and I writhed in fucking awesome sexual pleasures. I couldn't clear the images of Joe. The short black hairs so neatly spread across the backs of his hands just below his knuckles. His hands that had so expertly stroked my cock until I couldn't hold back. Until my cock exploded to their touch. Were those same hand now stroking his elegant, hard cock as he watched us? As he watched me and Justin? Me and Justin writhing in near ecstasy before him. Oh, fuck! Was he cuddling his nuts ready to blow an enormous load? I couldn't help but wonder. Could I?
Finally I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't go at it with Justin like this while wondering what Joe was doing, thinking, wanting. I lifted my head, breaking the kiss with Justin. I swear our tongues were so tangled it wasn't as easy as it sounds.
Then I lifted up a little and looked over at Joe. He was maybe three feet away. Standing there. Totally hard. His magnificent cock pointing toward the ceiling. It looked a little red. I figured he'd been working on it. But his hands weren't doing anything just then. His arms hung awkwardly at his sides. Like he didn't know what to do with them. Like I'd almost caught him, but hadn't.
"Is this OK with you?" I asked, flashing him my best smile. I ran my wet tongue across Justin's cheek just to make it clear what I meant.
Before he could answer, I half rolled off Justin so my body faced Joe. I was almost naked, except for the fucking briefs that were still tangled around my right ankle. My raging cock was partially hidden by Justin's. But I hoped it was the major feature commanding Joe's attention. I flexed it and felt it rub against Justin's cock. I wanted to put on a fucking show for Joe. I felt amazing. Hot and so fucking sexy just then.
Justin's naked body was still under me. Or mostly underneath me. Our hard cocks - Justin's and mine - were still together. My cock was under Justin's hard nine-incher. I could feel Justin flex his cock just after I flexed mine. Just like I'd flexed mine. I figured he felt just like I did. Each time Justin flexed his cock, I flexed mine back. Like we were whispering obscenities to each other with our cocks. Like a little game of tug-of-war that only we knew we were playing.
I leaned down and gave Justin a kiss. He hadn't moved at all.
"Please, don't stop on my account. I can't see that much, but I'm enjoying seeing what I can," Joe said. "Please! Please, don't let me interrupt your . . . your pleasures."
"I feel we're being rude. We hadn't meant to . . ." My voice trailed off as I was again at a loss for words before this man. Nothing came to mind. Nothing glib. Nothing dirty. Nothing. My mind was a blank. I was left just staring at him. Longing for him. Wanting so fucking bad to please him.
"We didn't mean to . . . exclude you," Justin picked up where I had failed. "It just sort of happened. You were in the shower. We didn't know when you'd be back. So . . ." he tried to explain.
"No need for that. I understand your needs," Joe said.
"But what about your needs?" Justin asked, scooting his body out from under mine. Turning onto his side facing Joe. What a sight that must have been for Joe. Justin's body. The body of the young man Joe lusted for was stretched out before him. Completely aroused. Completely exposed. It must have looked so fucking inviting to him.
I knew, of course, how much Justin turned Joe on. I don't think I was jealous. I just knew. I guess I felt competitive for Joe's attentions. But Justin was center stage. Stretched out before the wayward professor. Our pre-jizz smeared all over his cock and mid-section. His lips swollen from our suck-face games. My naked body stretched out above and partially behind his. A backdrop of sorts.
As if that weren't enough, Justin started to stroke his cock. Rubbing in the pre-jizz. Using it as lube. Keeping his cock solid hard.
I couldn't resist. Didn't even consider it. Didn't want to be left behind. Or left out. I reached down with my free hand and started stroking my own cock. Rubbing it back and forth across Justin's ass.
"Can we entertain you?" Justin asked. "Would you like to see us . . . I don't know. What would make you happy? Just tell us."
Joe stood there. He couldn't take his eyes off of us. "I'm not sure what you have in mind," he finally said. As Joe said those words, his hand seemed to mindlessly move toward his hard cock. He squeezed his smooth, hard cockhead in his grip. A sort of pulsing grip that I could imagine felt really good just then. I thought I could see his pre-jizz glisten at the tip.
"You've given us so much, we'd just like to show you our appreciation," Justin said.
"Seeing you this way, so natural, so relaxed, that's more than enough. I've never seen two boys . . . or two men . . . never seen them together. Except, of course, in pictures and movies."
As he spoke his one hand stayed on his cock, stroking it gently now. His other hand seemed to have a mind of its own and wandered over his chest lightly. Stroking. Teasing. Touching lightly. Erotically.
"So we should continue then?" Justin asked, almost as though he were talking to a child . . . a not too bright child.
This conversation was driving me nuts for some reason. I wanted it to stop. I was getting really edgy and I didn't really know why. But you know me. I act before I think. I reached over Justin's hip and took his hard cock in my hand. I was surprised how gooey it was. How much he was leaking. It was a lot, even for Justin.
To make sure I had control, I squeezed it even tighter. Justin let out a little grunt of complaint. Or perhaps it was pleasure. I didn't really know which. I didn't really care. I ignored it.
I pulled his cock up and back toward me, using it like a handle on a piece of luggage. Justin had little choice but to follow. My efforts caused him to turn away from Joe and roll back over toward and on to me. As he did I pulled his cock toward my face.
Suddenly his awkward resistance gave way and I could tell he knew what I wanted. I wanted his hard cock in my mouth. Without a word being spoken, I released Justin's cock and scooted so my head was up on the end of the sofa. Justin, now straddling me, grabbed a loose throw cushion and tucked it under my head, raising it even more.
Then he scooted forward and did what I had wanted. He put his cock right in my face. It brushed up against my nose. I knew there was pre-jizz left where his cocklips had sort of kissed my nose.
I started to laugh and Justin grabbed his cock and started slowly rubbing his cocklips across my lips. I playfully tightened my lips together. Denying his cock access to the warmth and comfort of my mouth. The depths and pleasures of my throat.
He rose up a bit on his knees and pushed a little harder as he stroked his cock back and forth against my sealed lips. Still seeking entry to my mouth. I could feel his ooze lubing my lips. My tongue slithered out. I couldn't resist trying to taste Justin's pre-jizz. Sweet and slimy. Fucking sweet! But somehow I hadn't counted on my tongue brushing against Justin's cockhead
But when it did, oh fuck! The heat of his cock. The flavor. The smoothness of its flesh. The hardness of its insistence. I quickly moved my head lower and ran my tongue up the length of his manhood. From his balls to his cockhead.
Justin could have taken the opportunity to plunge his aching cock home at that point, but he didn't. He knew me. He knew he had me. He knew what I would do. I couldn't resist him.
I wrapped my lips around his hard crown. My teeth a safe distance from the sacred flesh. I ran my tongue all around the tip. Swirling round the hard, slippery flesh. Probing the cocklips. Nursing his cock for all it was worth. Enjoying the firmness. The warmth. The sweet flowing pre-jizz. God, I love sucking cock!
I was looking up at Justin and could see him bite his lower lip, a sure sign I was making his cock revel with delight. I stopped all movement. All activity. I left him hanging like that for a moment. Pleasure surging to every part of his body and mind. Pleasure surging from my lips, my tongue, my mouth. Pleasure surging through his cock! Driving him fucking crazy with need.
Then I started to suck. My cheeks pulled in as slowly but surely I started to suck Justin's 9-inch cock into my mouth. His cockhead moving steadily and sexily across the roof of my mouth. His thick shaft pulling against my lips as it pushed its way through. Edging deeper and deeper.
The insides of my cheeks hugged at Justin's cock as it slid still deeper.
I felt his hard cockhead pass behind the roof of my mouth to that soft area just behind. I knew Justin loved that spot. His cockhead nestled just there in my mouth. He'd told me many times how fucking awesome that felt. We'd done this often enough. He pulled back a little and then rubbed that spot again. And again. Each time shifting his body just a little to create more pressure on his cockhead.
I worried I would gag. But I didn't. When I had completely adjusted to having Justin's cock so near the entry to my throat, he started to go deeper.
I relaxed. I breathed through my nose. I felt his cock filling my throat. I could picture the gorgeous cock I loved as it edged deeper and still deeper.
It had to be almost there. But there was still at least a little more. I felt Justin put his hands lightly on my cheeks. Feeling where I was sucking them in. Caressing his shaft. He ran a hand gently over my throat as though he could feel his cock right through my neck. Right through my throat. Maybe he could. I felt I could sense the connection of his gentle fingers and his firm cock.
Then he put a hand on either side of my face and edged his cock the last little bit. I could feel his curly pubes brushing the end of my nose. He was in. All the way. I couldn't keep him there for long, but I wanted him to get the most from it. I contracted my throat rhythmically for a second or two. He groaned.
The only other thing I could do was to push my face even closer. And I did. Extending my lips like a swimmer stretching out to touch the wall. To reach his goal. I reached out with my lips. I could feel my lower lip brushing against his nuts. My upper lip rubbed by the short-clipped hairs around his cock.
I gave my head a gentle shake and sort of gurgled. His cock swelled and I had to retreat. His cockhead was hotter. His shaft thicker. I thought he might cum. Cum down my throat. Cum buried in me like that. But because of the way Justin cums . . . the force . . . the volume . . . I needed to pull him back. Control him in my mouth.
I heard him groan in a way I didn't recognize at . . . Oh, that wasn't Justin. It must be Joe. I had all but forgotten him.
I tried to look over at him, but couldn't turn my head with Justin still plunged deep within my face. But I could see something of him. Knew he had moved closer. Much closer.
Justin continued to pull slowly out of my throat and my mouth. His rigid cock finally pulled free of my hungry lips. Before I could think what I wanted to do next . . . Thwap! Justin slapped my face with his hard, wet cock. I loved that. Thwap! Justin knew I loved that. Thwap! And again. Thwap!
I grabbed hold of Justin's cock, wresting control from him with ease. He didn't even really try to stop me. With his hard cock in my hand, at last in my control, I started licking it. Nipping teasingly. Slurping at his ample nuts. I closed my eyes and floated with the pleasures of the moment.
I sucked him back into my mouth and started the process again. Only this time, it wasn't Justin's hands I felt brush against my cheeks. I knew Justin's hands. Justin's touch. Like a leaf blowing past in the wind. This touch, gentle as it was, was different. It was Joe! Joe's hands just barely touching my cheeks. So soft. So warm. Loving. Just as loving as Justin's. But not Justin's.
I felt as though I were floating. Disembodied. Justin's perfect cock in my mouth. Joe's hands caressing me. I . . . I . . . Fuck, it was so good.
It took a moment for me to orient myself. Where exactly was Joe? Then I realized he must have moved around behind my head. Must be standing at the end of the sofa. Looking down over me. At me. One hand at each of my cheeks. More firmly now, but just as gentle.
I couldn't really see them, even though I tried. They were too close. I could see a bit of his arms and wrists. Just a shadow of his hands. But I knew those hands were not only caressing my cheeks, but also that his fingertips must be toying with Justin's cock as it slid in and out of my welcoming lips.
My mind reeled with the sensations. With the reality of it. Overwhelmed with disbelief that this could be happening. To me. Fuck, it was happening to me.
I reached my hands up and placed them gently on the backs of Joe's hands. My palms were almost tickled by the little black hairs on the backs of his hands. My fingertips could feel Justin's powerful cock as it slowly passed between them on its way to pumping in and out of my mouth. My fingers could feel Joe's fingers feeling Justin's cock fucking my face. Oh, fuck!
My mouth could feel Justin's cock as it slid between my lips. My tongue caressing the shaft and head. Saliva flowing freely. The taste of Justin's pre-jizz so sweet.
My own unattended cock was aching and I sensed my own pre-cum was flowing freely.
But all those near perfect thoughts and images were suddenly shattered. Shattered as Joe's lips brushed my lips. As Joe's lips tried to kiss mine. As Joe's lips joined mine in sucking and slurping at Justin's cock.
All I could think at first was . . . I want them both to fuck my face. I want them both to fuck my ass. I want them both. And I want them now!
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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