The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 15 -- Part III From Billy's viewpoint
Images and urges were overwhelming me. The need for raw sex was coursing through my veins. Every cell in my body wanted me at the center of this three-way sexual frenzy. I needed to be completely consumed by it.
I tried to tell Justin and Joe to do me right then and there. Suck me. Fuck me. Rip me apart with their mouths, hands and cocks.
"uck me. I ona ou te uck me." That's about what came out of my mouth when I tried to speak. Every time I opened my mouth to try to tell them, Justin shoved his huge cock deeper between my lips. Almost gagging me as he forced it down my throat. Or Joe would slip his tongue into my mouth, letting his warm mouth muscle lash and slither against mine and around Justin's cock. Or both of them forcing their way into my face at the same time.
I went back to trying to enjoy the tangle of flesh around me. I focused on the heat of their flesh against mine. The smell of their cocks and balls. Their moans and grunts. But I needed more.
In fucking frustration, I pulled my head back as far as I could from Justin cock and with all my strength pushed my shoulders, neck and head up from the arm of the sofa where it had been pinned while Justin's fucked my face and Joe lapped at my lips and mouth.
I think I must have given Justin's cock a pretty bad scrape with my teeth as his hard-on sprang free. But I didn't care. By then this wasn't about Justin or his cock. It wasn't about Joe or his needs. It was about me. At least at that moment . . . in my mind . . . I needed it to be about me. I needed to be at the center of Justin's and Joe's attention.
As Justin pulled back in surprise and Joe rose up and stared at me unsure what the fuck I was doing, I finally said distinctly, forcefully and with no ambiguity the words I had been trying to say. "Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"
I was looking back and forth between Justin and Joe. My words didn't seem to be registering with either of them. They were probably too into their own pleasures. Their own fantasy worlds. A fantasy world I had just interrupted.
"Now!" I shouted. It came out so loud it even stunned me. It sounded so harsh. So demanding. So . . . I don't know, but I didn't like the way I had just sounded. I didn't like myself at that moment. I actually thought I might cry if someone didn't just pay a little attention to what I wanted. To what I needed.
I hadn't realized I was so on the edge. So close to cracking open and spilling out.
I looked at Justin, who had been examining where my teeth had scraped his cock. Now he was staring at me in disbelief.
I looked at Joe. He was looking at me with the most puzzled look, too. But in his face I could see he was worried and concerned. Worried and concerned about me. It made me feet warm and good inside. It made me need him even more. Made me want to take his cock deep inside me. Made me want to make him happy.
Then in the softest, most gentle and inviting voice . . . a voice the complete opposite of the demanding voice that had just broken from me, I pleaded, "Fuck me. Will you please fuck me now?"
I could see the look on Joe's face begin to change. But I wasn't sure what he was thinking. Then he started to speak to me. "You want me . . ." He paused and put his hand gently against my cheek. "You really want me to . . ."
Justin cut him off. "He was talking to me," Justin said to Joe in a voice so flat it sent a chill through me.
A surge of guilt rushed through my veins. It overwhelmed me. I felt completely lost. I don't think I really even considered who I was talking to. I suddenly wasn't sure who I wanted to fuck me. To love me. The words had just come out of my mouth on their own power. Of their own free will. I just knew that I needed something. And I needed it then. Right then. I didn't want them to fight over me. I wanted them to pay attention to me. And to me only.
I was flustered and maybe even scared by Justin's cold response. I think I told Justin something like, "Yes. You. Of course, you." But I think I just wanted the tension to end. My confusion and guilt to end. My need to end.
I wanted to be loved and needed. I wanted sex. To be fucked. Taken. Penetrated. Deep and hard. With love and with lust. Wrapped and held and used and spent. I felt tender and raw all blended together.
Joe stepped back from us. I don't remember actually looking at him just then, but in my mind I can still picture him standing there. Not two feet from us. Naked. Hard. I must have looked at him because I can still see the sheen of sweat on his tight, elegant body. I can see his cock still standing hard at attention. His face flushed with confusion. Uncertainty. Doubt.
I wanted to reassure him. To tell him of my needs for love. And sex. And him.
But it was Justin who spoke to him. Not me. His voice was no longer flat. Instead it seemed full of concern and feeling and sincerity. "Don't leave us. We want to do this for you. To thank you. To show you how much we care for you. Stay close. We can share our love with you."
I knew Justin was smiling at him, but I also knew - knew as only his boyfriend could know - that there was a tension behind his words. All was not right. I didn't know whether that tension came from Justin. Or from me.
I remember seeing Justin's hand reach out and gently stroke the length of Joe's cock. I thought that gave me my answer. Justin's touch. So soft and gentle on Joe's cock. It reminded me of the way he had stroked mine so many times. So perfectly. Seeing Justin's hand on Joe's cock sent a shiver through me and a surge of blood to my already throbbing cock. Pain and pleasure. Why were they so hard to separate?
I needed . . . I didn't really know what I needed. But I wanted attention and so I pulled Justin's head toward mine.
"Stay close." I echoed Justin's words as I pulled his face toward mine.
I remember Justin's tongue as it slid into my hungry mouth. It was so hot. So alive. So familiar. I felt as though it could slither down my throat into the depths of my innards. Probing into every organ. Every need. Every sense.
I felt Justin's warm, sweat-slickened body as his smooth skin slid across mine. Positioning his hips over mine. His throbbing cock next to mine. I think I could feel the blood pumping through his cock. The blood pumping through my cock. Our hearts beat as one. Our bodies melded as our feet and toes played a game. The rules written as we writhed against each other.
A moment later I realized Justin must have released Joe's cock from his caress. The hand that had just held that magnificent cock was now nestling under my neck. Pulling my open mouth more closely to his. Holding me. Holding me.
I felt I was in a dream. I can't tell you what happened exactly, but at some point I must have turned or been turned onto my side. I was stretched out on the sofa facing Joe. My left side pinned to the cushions. My right leg slung forward. My asshole exposed. Justin was above and behind me. Our legs intertwined. His cock . . . all nine inches of surging, powerful cock . . . thrusting like a piston in and out of my ass. My most sensitive spot on my hard cock rubbing against the sofa cushion with each of his thrusts.
He must have been propping his head up on one arm. His face was beside mine. A little stubble on his cheek pressed against mine. His free arm wrapped around my chest. Sweat sticking his flesh to mine where his arm touched me.
Justin's pumping cock. In and out. My ass so loose. So hot. So lubed. It felt like Justin must have already cum and just gone on fucking me. But if he had . . . No, he hadn't cum yet. It must just be his pre-jizz and my body's own juices. That realization made me happy, because I wanted to cum with him. I wanted the two of us to cum together. And to never stop.
I awkwardly reached up and touched his cheek. Stroked it. And then let my fingers trail across his neck and shoulders. He let out a gentle hum of appreciation. Satisfaction. Lust.
His thrusts never altered even as I felt the heat rising in the depths of my asshole. Was it me? Or him? Or the two of us together? Perfect rhythm. The perfect fuck. This, I remember telling myself, was what I had wanted and needed.
"I love you," I said softly to Justin.
"I love you, too," he said. But as he did . . . as the words left his mouth . . . his arm . . . the arm that had been wrapped around my chest . . . reached out toward Joe. Justin's fingers extended and almost vibrated as they reached toward Joe's elegantly arching cock.
Justin's fingers wrapped around the hard phallus and drew it toward him. Toward us. I could see it so perfectly. I could almost feel what Joe felt. Justin's gentle fingers on his cock. On my cock. Ohhhhh, fuck!
I felt Justin's head lift ever so slightly as he directed Joe's cock between his lips and held that near-perfect cock in his mouth. Joe's beautiful cock was so close I couldn't see it. But it was so close I didn't need to see it to know it was there.
I could feel the heat on my face. Joe's heat. I knew his nuts must be right in front of me. But I guess they were pulled up so tight I had no real sense of them. His scent was sort of sweet smelling in a musky, manly way. I breathed in his signature aroma.
As I inhaled him, he started a slow and subtle rhythm in and out of Justin's mouth. It surprised me. His rhythm . . . so slow and subtle. So fucking sexy.
All the while, Justin's cock never eased from its steady pounding of my ass. I tightened my ass around that amazing cock to see if I could squeeze it enough to slow its rhythm.
"Mmmmmm," Justin murmured in my ear, his mouth filled with Joe's gently probing cock.
"Mmmmmm" I murmured in true satisfaction, half expecting Joe to do the same.
I lay there, squeezing my asscheeks and playing with images of Justin's cock plowing in and out of my ass. I lay there, feeling the heat roll off Joe's junk. Listened to his cock sliding between Justin's lips. Inhaled the scent of sex that filled the air around me.
Then my hand began to awkwardly probe. My fingers played across Justin's cheek. I could feel his cheeks caving in as he sucked on Joe's cock. I let my fingers play along Justin's lips, feeling Joe's cock brushing past on its way to the warm comfort and heat of Justin's mouth and throat.
I found Joe's balls. Just as I had suspected, they were pulled up tight and hard. Even as I ran the palm of my hand across that tight, crinkled nutsack, my middle finger stretched out toward Joe's hole. I felt him ease his legs apart. He was welcoming my efforts.
Soon my finger was working its way in and out of his hole. No lube. He didn't seem to need it. Within a minute or two his rear door had swung completely open, welcoming my probing finger. . . . make that fingers.
I finger fucked the prof and listened to his moans in welcome response. But I wanted more. And I was gonna get it.
I pulled my hand free of Joe's asshole and reached for his cock. Pulling it back and free of Justin's mouth. Then just as Justin had directed Joe's cock to his waiting mouth, I did the same. It was my turn and no one tried to stop me.
I licked and then pursed my lips so they could caress Joe's cock as it slid between them. Once I had pushed his cockhead through my lips, I stopped pulling him in with my hand and began sucking him in with my mouth.
My hand was still there. My thumb and index finger making a ring around Joe's hard cock. I could smell the telltale odor of his ass on my fingers. I could feel the mix of Justin's saliva and Joe's pre-jizz slimed along Joe's cock.
My tongue swirled round Joe's cockhead. He groaned loudly.
Justin started fucking me even harder, while he ran his free hand across my chest and abs, across Joe's hip and abs. Then back to me and then to Joe.
Joe did the same. Running his hand across our bodies. Across his own body. Across mine.
It was as though through these touches and Justin's fucking and my sucking, the three of us had become a whirlwind of fucking/sucking/touching sexual crazies.
I thought I was loving it. That sex couldn't get much better. Until Justin reached out and pulled Joe's hand away from me. He took Joe's hand in his own.
I resented it. I would have objected but I had my mouth full of hot cock. My lips were wrapped around Joe's hard, throbbing cock. His cock buried in my throat.
Almost as soon as my resentment surfaced, it was washed away as I felt Joe's hand on my hard cock. Justin's hand, too. They began to pump my cock. Cuddle and then pull on my nuts. Fucking driving me crazy. Fuck, yeah!
As soon as they started working my cock and balls, I felt the temperature in my asshole rise. I felt the heat of Justin's cock rise. I felt it get harder and hotter and longer.
He stopped his rhythmic pumping into my ass. I knew he was trying not to cum. Trying to make this last. But it was too late. I felt his whole body stiffen. I felt his hand tighten around my cock. I heard him groan in my ear.
Joe took another stroke or two along my cock, playing in my pre-jizz and then he seemed to realize what was happening. He stopped working on my cock and balls. He pulled his cock free of my mouth. Although I still held it in my hand. Only inches from my lips.
"Hold on, bud." I said to Justin, but I knew it was pointless.
He pulled his cock almost out of my ass. I could feel the hard ridge of his cockhead just inside my sphincter. It was pulsing. It was so fucking hot. So hard.
The three of us froze motionless for a moment. Waiting. Hoping. Wanting to be able to edge back from the abyss of our sexual frenzy.
"I can't," Justin bellowed as he thrust his cock hard and deep into me. Oh my god! Fuck! He exploded into my ass. I could feel the searing heat of his hot cum as it suddenly began to fill me. It was as though my innards were raw flesh and Justin's cum was saltwater poured on my open wound.
But with that pain came such pleasure as Justin forced his cock still deeper into me. Grinding his pubes against my spread asscheeks.
Then he pulled his aching cock out and plunged it in again. His cock sloshing in his own cum. I tried to tighten my sphincter around his retreating cock, but couldn't. I just couldn't. He plunged again. More cum. More heat. More fucking intense sexual surges through my body than I had ever known. He was triggering every nerve. Every membrane. Every whatever the fuck is deep within my ass.
The sensations within me were so strong, I almost failed to notice my own building explosion. But soon the sensations were overwhelming me. "I'm cumming," I bellowed. "I'm cumming!"
There was all the intensity of an orgasm. All the incredible sensations. But no release. I wasn't cumming. The sensations just kept building. Kept getting stronger. Kept swirling round in my cock and my nuts and my asshole and my brains as Justin pounded into me time and time again. His cum flowing from my ass as his cock plowed in and out.
At last I did cum. In a release like I hadn't felt since our first days together. Suddenly an image clarified in my head. I realized that Justin's and Joe's hands together had brought me off at last. They were pulling on my cock. Stretching my nuts as best they could. They were sliding their fingers around my raging cock, Smearing my cum Spreading my cum. Playing in the flow of cum that seemed unstoppable.
I had been so focused on my urges and needs that I was surprised to hear Joe's voice.
It seemed so distant. So quiet. So polite within the sexual frenzy swirling around me. "I think I need to cum." That's what he said. It seemed so odd. It hardly registered with me.
Then I saw Justin's hand. It was covered in my cum. My cum literally dripping from his fingers as he wrapped them around Joe's swollen cock. Wiping my cum up and down the length of Joe's cock. Justin kept stroking Joe's straining cock.
I watched as Justin forced Joe's hard cock down until it was pointed right at his face. I could sense that Justin had opened his mouth and as he did, Joe unloaded his first volley of cum. I knew it hadn't all gone in Justin's mouth because some of it was running off of Justin's face onto mine. Warm drips of Joe's hot cum. Sliding across my cheek. On my chin. On my lips. I licked it in.
Then a second load. Again toward Justin's mouth.
I wasn't going to be left out. I grabbed hold of Joe's cock in time to pull it into my mouth. The third load hit the roof of my mouth just as I closed my lips around his cock and sucked for all I was worth. There was a fourth load and maybe more. I'm not sure because about then Justin took control again and began rubbing Joe cock across our lips and cheeks and noses.
It was fucking wild. I hardly knew what to think except . . .
Suddenly the room seemed very quiet.
Justin's cock was no longer pounding my asshole. It was still hard. Still hot. Still buried deep in my ass. And my senses told me it was still leaking cum.
My own cock was going soft. I could feel my cum cooling and running down my abs toward the sofa cushions below.
I could see Joe's cock twitching in Justin's hand. A long grayish string of cum dangling from its cocklips.
The only sound was from our breathing. No one moved. No one spoke.
There was only our breathing. And our silence.
Joe finally nodded toward us and smiled. Then he headed off without a word. I guess he went to bed.
The ride back home the next day was almost as quiet. It was just Justin and me in the limo. Joe was staying in the city for some work thing he had to do. He asked if Justin wanted to stay another night. Justin said he had classes and couldn't.
The two of us sat alone in the back of the limo in kind of a stupor the whole way.
I'm not sure what Justin was thinking. But from that first moment of silence the night before, all I had been able to think was I wish we hadn't done it.
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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