The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 16, Part I From Justin's viewpoint
I had been off in a world of my own. Sex. Fantasy. Pleasure. Love. Warmth.
All the while, I was sliding my cock in and out of Billy's mouth. It felt so damn incredibly good. But in my fantasy world, the world that I was living inside my head, I was fucking Joe's face. In and out. Hard and hot. Wet and needy. It was like every time I shoved my cock down Joe's throat, I was paying him with pleasure . . . his pleasure and my pleasure . . . for something he'd bought me. Given me. I was paying off my debt and loving it. And him.
But even as I was going through that craziness, fucking Billy's face while imagining it was Joe, I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I somehow wanted . . . that something was wrong. I wanted Joe to want me the way Billy did. I wanted him to suck my cock as well as Billy did. And I wanted Billy to be Joe. Or Joe to be Billy. I guess I wanted the two to be the same or something.
Then Joe's lips and tongue were all over my cock. Licking it as I thrust in and out of Billy's warm lips. Joe now running his tongue along the length of my hard cock as I pulled it almost all the way free of Billy's lips. It was so amazing. So confusing.
Somehow it seemed to be almost perfect and at the same time it was all fucked up.
From there on things seemed to spiral out of control. It was amazing sex. Billy begging me to fuck him. Fucking Billy. Sucking Joe. Cumming in Billy. Me and Joe jerking off Billy until Billy came with an awesome, flowing gusher of hot, creamy jizz. Then the climax as Joe blew his load down my throat. Joe's load all over our faces. My face. Billy's face. Covered in Joe's warm, dripping cum.
I loved it. I hated it. It confused the hell out of me. No, I didn't hate it. That's not true. But I knew that something was fundamentally wrong.
I guess that's why I had been so quiet ever since. Trying to figure out how something I wanted so badly could be so messed up. Well, not messed up exactly, because even as I sat in the back of Joe's limo riding back to school with Billy the next day, I stayed pretty much hard . . . or at least semi . . . the whole time just thinking about what had happened between the three of us.
It was Billy who finally broke the silence that had been weighing us down for hours. "I wish we hadn't done it," he said in a very quiet, thoughtful voice. It was like he was talking to himself. Maybe he didn't even realize he was talking out loud.
Even though I knew exactly what he was talking about, I acted as though he'd just interrupted some deep thought that I had been lost in. "I'm sorry, what did you say." It sounded so phony even as the words came out of my mouth. I wondered if it sounded that way to Billy, too.
"I wish we hadn't done it," he repeated.
"Done what?" I still thought my response sounded all wrong. Like I was playing some roll instead of just talking to my boyfriend.
"That shit with Professor Allan last night. I wish we'd never done it."
Rather than risk sounding off-key again, I just looked him straight in the eyes and raised my eyebrows as though to say, What do you mean?
"That was some of the most intense sex we've ever had, or at least it felt that way to me. And it was some of the worst sex I ever had. It just didn't feel right," Billy said. When he was done speaking, he lowered his head and shook it slowly side to side as though he was ashamed. Or didn't know what to make of what he was saying. Of what he had done.
But I did know. I knew exactly what he was saying. His words made me feel so connected to him. What I had feared was only going on in my head was going on in Billy's too. I felt this amazing relief. Maybe I didn't know exactly what I was thinking or why, but I was pretty sure Billy was thinking the same thing.
I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him close to me. "I know exactly what you mean. I think I feel the same way, too." Then I kissed him. A chaste kiss on the lips before I slid my head to the side and pressed my cheek to his and held him tight.
Billy quickly pulled away from me. Pulled far enough away that we sat looking eye-to-eye. There was an amazing silence between us in the back of that limo. I could sense the gears whirring in his brain trying to catch up.
"You do?" Billy said as though challenging me. "You really do? You really feel the way I do? What do you feel?"
I was surprised and struggling to put my confused feelings into words. But Billy was staring me right in the face. So close. Not backing off. Demanding an answer.
"Well, I really liked the sex with you . . ." I paused not sure what to say. Not sure what I really thought. " . . . with you and with Joe. But . . . The problem was . . . I think . . ." Even as I struggled with the words, my mind finally focused on what had bothered me so much. Focused on why the night before had not been what I had hoped or planned.
Should I tell Billy? Would he understand? Would he hate me for it?
I just looked into his eyes. I knew my confusion and fear must have been showing. I hoped my love for him was too.
"Billy, I think the problem is that I like . . . yeah, I like Joe. And . . . I'm afraid . . ." I took a deep breath and thought I might cry if I had to go on.
"What scared you?" Billy asked in the kindest, most concerned voice. "What?"
"I think I could love him." No. I'd said that wrong. I quickly added, "I don't love him. Not now. But I think he's like someone I could love. And that scared me. Does that make sense?"
Billy didn't answer immediately, giving me the chance to add, "You know I only love you and that's the way I always want it to be? You know that, don't you?"
"Yes. That's it. That's how I felt. I was scared because I could see both of us getting too into Joe. Fuck, I could see myself getting too into Joe and I've always worried that you were like maybe already in love with him. I knew you could be with him. So it's the same. We feel the same fucking way."
Billy threw his arms around me and kissed me and hugged me and finally started trying to tickle me. He was just all over me. Like a wild kid out of control. Laughing. Kissing. Hugging. Humping.
"Whoa!" I finally said, pushing him back. Holding him firmly by the shoulders. Trying to bring him back down.
"So what does that mean?" I asked.
"How the fuck should I know?" he whooped. "But it sure makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about everything.
As much as we had ridden in silence up until then, now we were joined in a continuous, revolving conversation about us, Joe, sex, love, commitment, us, Joe, sex . . .
We didn't finish until a few hours after we got home. But by then we had come to realize and accept a number of things that we both believed were true. Things we both cared deeply about. That we both agreed could guide us in the future.
We both realized that we had some sort of feelings for Joe. Maybe not love, but some special attraction that was more than just sex. More than just good friends. We'd each experienced it before. We could rattle off a short list of names of people that held that kind of potential sway over one or the other of us.
We agreed we needed to be careful with these people. We needed to make sure that we didn't get swept up in something with them that pulled us apart.
Joe was an unusual case, we quickly realized. He was someone we both felt that way about. No other name we came up with had that same attraction for both of us.
We talked a lot about Jess. And even about H.R. and his boyfriend. But they were special cases. We'd had sex with all of them. They were each different in their own way. And they sure weren't like Joe. In the end we decided we needed a whole new set of rules for dealing with Joe. A lot was at stake.
We both realized that what we had envisioned would happen when we had sex with other guys was that it would be fun. A lot of fun. I guess that's what we had with H.R. and his boyfriend. I don't have a clue how Jess fits into all of this. We just decided he was special. Different. A one-of-a-kind in our lives.
But with Joe, the sex had been tense. Way too tense. We both really got off with him. We both, at some level, wanted to fuck him or be fucked by him. We both knew we were messing around with him for more than just sex. More than just that special attraction. More than whatever. His position. His sway over our lives. It just fucked everything up in ways we'd never counted on.
When we were done talking we hadn't really figured out all the answers. We'd just found we agreed that there were problems to deal with we hadn't really thought through. We were gonna talk about what came next, but we sort of got distracted.
I'd blame Billy for saying he was tired and stretching out naked on our bed as we talked. I'd blame myself for not pushing on with a discussion I knew was really important to us. But I guess I don't really think either of us is to blame.
We just started playing with each other's cocks as we talked. Gently stroking. Touching. Toying. It felt so natural and right. Billy's warm hands felt so good as they glided across the skin of my aching cockshaft. Making it twitch with pleasure. His fingertips toyed with my pre-jizz. Tasting it. Offering me a sticky sample. His hand tugged at my nuts. Ah, the ache that created. An aching need that surged throughout my body and my mind.
I reciprocated. Both of us so turned on. So hard. So horny. So into each other. This was what we had hoped for with others. Just pure pleasure and the fun of sex with no guilt, no motive, no goal other than to enjoy it until you couldn't hold off cumming. Then you could just start all over again.
Anyway, that afternoon I ended up stretched out on top of Billy. One arm braced on either side of him. His head was propped up on a pillow and I was kissing him. His soft warm hands draped at the small of my back. Sometimes running gently over my ass cheeks.
Our tongues darted in and out and around. The warmth and moisture of our mouths so welcoming. I loved the feel of his smooth teeth as my tongue cruised over their white surfaces.
We were both completely hard and neither of us could control the natural urges of guys so sexed up as we were. We thrust and rubbed our bodies together. Letting our cocks enjoy the friction of skin on skin. Skin on cock. Cock on pubes. Oh, how I love to rub the sensitive underside of my cock back and forth in Billy's curly pubes. And, of course, cock on cock. Trapped. Rubbed. Leaking slippery slime that just made the whole experience . . . Well, you guys know what it's like. Only with Billy and me I think it's even better somehow. I really believe that.
If I broke our kiss as we thrust and parried with our hard cocks, Billy would put his hands on my asscheeks and pull me closer to him. And we'd start kissing again.
We went on like that for probably 20 or maybe 30 minutes until my arms were going numb from holding myself over Billy.
I rolled to one side of him, supporting myself on my right elbow and forearm as my left hand began to stroke his cock. We continued our kiss. His cock was so hot. Like a club in my hand. Only warm and familiar. Pulsing. Alive. Slick with our pre-jizz. And yearning for my attention. The first time I touched it with my hand, Billy just moaned into my mouth.
I continued to stroke Billy's cock, even as he took hold of mine. He broke our kiss and looked into my eyes. "You are so fucking big. I can't get enough of your cock."
With that he went back to kissing me, while he stroked my nine-inches. My cock. My gift to him. He stroked it long. And hard. And forcefully. Like he was trying to pump out my cum.
It was my turn to break our kiss. I had to see Billy. His hand so forceful and yet so pleasurably pumping on my cock. Making it ache with need. So forceful it might have hurt if it didn't feel so good.
As I leaned away from Billy to get a better view, he rose up from the pillow and then down again. Jacking me all the time. I tried to stroke his cock in return, but it was awkward and I have to admit I was really into what he was doing to me.
Soon I had moved back over him. My hands taking hold of him behind his knees. Rocking him back as I moved my body and my aching, needy cock . . . my cock so stirred up by his hand action . . . moved it right to his hungry asshole. Through it all, we continued to kiss.
There was a moment's pause as I felt my hard cockhead rubbing against his puckered, waiting hole. The pleasure. Just knowing that my throbbing cock would soon be buried deep inside my boyfriend. Warm and safe. So sexual. So primal. The only lube was my pre-jizz and I moved my cockhead in a small circle to maximize it. I couldn't control what I was doing. My natural instincts guided me and I let myself go to them.
Billy pulled from our kiss. He took one of my hands in his and nestled it in the warm crush of our flesh behind his knee. He squeezed my hand gently as I began to push and probe with my cock.
Billy reached down to his own asscheeks and pulled them apart to ease my entry. My cock slipped through his sphincter to the welcoming warmth of Billy's hot ass with ease. With fulfillment for me. And for Billy, too, I'm sure.
I paused to give him time to adjust to my girth and the suddenness of my penetration. But Billy moved his hands from his asscheeks to mine and firmly pulled me into him. Deep in. Burying my cock all the way. I could feel body parts inside him. Being pushed and probed and bumped. But he was so easy to fuck. So happy to be fucked. And I was so happy to fuck him.
I was rising up and driving deep into him. Billy would let his head fall back with each deep thrust and open his mouth as though to scream. No sound came and soon he was kissing me again as I slowly pulled almost free of him.
And then again. And again. I moaned even as Billy mouthed his silent shouts of joy.
Faster now. I rose up a bit and began to thrust my hips with greater speed and rhythm. Greater force. Trying for greater depth.
Again Billy took hold of my ass to pull me in. Speed my thrusts. Match my fucking to his fucking.
I noticed Billy's hands fall free of my ass and grip the sheets beneath him. Gripping hard as if in pain. Or in excruciating pleasure. Or both.
I almost stopped, but then he took his right hand and reached between us, taking his hard cock as his prize. We were completely involved.
Fucking. Oh my god, burying my cock in Billy's ass. Feeling him flex his muscles around it. Feeling him open to me. So willing to take my cock.
Kissing. Almost without end. As though our probing tongues could reach into the very soul of each other as lovers and kindle a heat . . . a passion that would never end.
Jerking. I knew the pleasure Billy was giving himself. How it completed the triangle of our lovemaking. How it powered his hungry ass to please my cock. As my cock powered the pleasures growing deep in his nuts.
Faster. Billy stroked. I pumped. And finally Billy cried out, "Oh, fuck, man. Greatest . . . fucking . . . fuck . . . fuck me . . . Ohhhhh!"
As I continued to pump his ass, I broke our kiss to look down and saw Billy's hand still stroking his cock as his cum flowed all over his fingers and hand and down onto his abs. Pooling in gray silky puddles. The smell of cum filled my nose and my head. He just kept cumming and I just kept fucking him.
But he'd already put me over the edge. In a flash, with each thrust deep inside him, I came, too. My nuts ached with the pleasure of the release. My cock throbbed. So hard it felt it would explode. Had exploded.
I could hardly breathe but I kept pumping. My cock so sensitive I needed to scream.
Instead I buried my mouth in Billy's. I could feel his goo-covered hand still pumping his own throbbing cock between us.
Then I collapsed on top of him. My cum oozing out of Billy's ass and around my cock. This was how we needed to have fun with sex.
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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While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And stay hard! -- H.R.