The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 17 From Tom's viewpoint
I feel kind of weird telling this. I mean Billy and Justin said it was OK to tell H.R. whatever happened and that H.R. would make sure that it all came out all right. But I still feel like I'm doing something wrong. Like I'm going to get someone into a lot of trouble. If this isn't OK, I'm really sorry. But Billy asked me to do it, so I did.
OK, well, I guess I was pretty fucked up when I got to the club that Saturday night. I went looking for my friends Trent and Kyle. They'd said they were probably meeting up with Phil and Todd. I didn't really know Phil and Todd. I mean I knew them sort of, but we'd never done anything together. But Trent and Kyle were always a good time.
When I got to the club, I thought it was gonna be one of those nights when all my shit goes wrong. Before I could even get in the place, I had to suck off the bouncer. He sometimes decides there might be a problem with my driver's license being bogus and the only way to keep from getting hassled or blocked is to take his jizz.
He usually asks another guy from the club to take his place while he and I go out to his car. I never get any action out of it. But he cums really fast and he's clean. He doesn't smell bad or anything. So it's not so bad. When he makes me blow him, I don't pay any cover. So it all works out OK, I guess.
Anyway, as I said, I was pretty fucked up that night. Once I got inside, I just leaned against a wall watching for anyone I knew. Drinking my beer and watching the hotties. But no one was there. No one I knew anyway.
I'd been there for maybe 20 minutes or so when I noticed these two guys out on the dance floor. They were so into each other. Like they were the only ones dancing. I was watching their hips and asses as they ground their crotches into each other. I knew exactly what that felt like. I've done it often enough myself.
They were just so hot together. Kissing and touching and humping. It was so obvious they were edging because I could see them really get into working each other's cocks, pinching each other's nipples and shit. Then they'd back off and slow down.
I was into watching them and getting hornier and hornier. I was hard in my pants and almost ready to rub one out right there. I thought I should be careful. I'm not good at being careful.
Anyway, after watching them for 10 minutes or so, the one guy looked my way and I realized it was Billy. Yeah, that Billy. The same guy I got to dance on the bar that night.
Memories of that night were burned into my brain. Billy's hard cock thrusting at me in those see-through underwear. His nice body moving to the beat. And his fucking cum. So sweet when he came in my mouth. So much cum it was more than I could take. I remember it running down my chin and neck. So warm and nice! Fuck, he was so hot!
And it turns out I'd been watching him all this time and I'd never looked at his face. I couldn't really see him or his friend so well because they were like sucking face most of the time. Plus I was so into watching their hot cock action. I mean that's where the action was. They were hot guys with great bodies. I never figured I knew either of them.
When I realized it was Billy, my cock drug me over toward him. I mean it was like my memories of Billy were so fucking hot that they wrapped themselves around my raging fucking hard-on and dragged me toward him. That guy is so fucking amazing. I mean he's so handsome and funny. He's really sexy and he's got this amazing cock. And he's fucking wild. Sexy. I just had to be with him.
As I got closer, I started to wonder if the guy with him might be his boyfriend. I couldn't remember his name then. As fucking hot as I was to get into Billy, I knew I should beware of the boyfriend. If it was him, we hadn't hit it off too good when we'd met before. When he found me crashed at their place on Billy's sofa.
Finally I was close enough to see it was him. Same guy, although he didn't look so pissed. I stopped about five feet or so from them. I was hesitant and yet so turned on by the sight and the memories of Billy.
From there I could clearly see the two of them really grinding. Their asses were so amazing in their jeans. I could see their hands all over each other, touching everything and everywhere. And kissing. They were always kissing.
I knew what Billy's cock looked like hard. I'd seen enough of it that Saturday night in this club. After that night, I have my fucking memories. I play them often enough. God fucking damn, I love how his cock looked. And felt! And tasted! That awesome sweet cum gushing into my mouth! Running down my fucking chin!
Again my cock was dragging me. Dragging me toward Billy. I don't know what I expected. But with the memory of his cock and his cum so clear and fresh in my brain, I could actually taste it right then.
Before I realized fully what I was doing . . . and I admit I was fucked up for real that night . . . I was right up against Billy. Like we were dancing. Just the two of us. And I was rubbing my cock against him and so fucking into him again.
Next thing I remember his boyfriend was kissing me. Not just like a regular kiss, but like he was trying to get his tongue down my throat. It was hot. The two of us kissing. All three of us with our cocks working one on the other. I was so fucking hard and at last I could feel their cocks pressing up against mine. Just the denim of our jeans separating us.
Billy's friend just didn't seem to want to end that kiss and I was fucking glad to let him keep on playing suck face as long as my cock was getting to play in their game.
I think maybe it was Billy who started to open everyone's jeans and fish their hard cocks out. After that it was all over. The three of us out there in the middle of the fucking dance floor just working our hard cocks against each other.
They both had their hands all over me. Touching my body and my cock and my face. I was wrapped in their hands and their hot bodies and arms. Their hands were so warm and soft and firm. They fucking knew what they were doing. I've been with a lot of guys before and I know what feels good. These two guys are both big league. I swear one of them could stroke my cock and make it feel like he was sucking me off. It was awesome.
I felt a little self-conscious about it because both of them are so big. The boyfriend's cock was enormous. Fucking huge. And so hard and hot rubbing against mine. And Billy's . . . Shit, I was in fucking heaven.
It wasn't like I hadn't ever done anything like this before. I had. But with other guys, like Trent and Kyle, they always wanted to get me off. It was like a contest or a sport for them. That was fine by me. They usually kept their own cocks in their pants. For guys like them, stuff like this was about saying they'd done it.
I guess I just didn't give enough of a fuck what anyone else thought. I just liked the way it felt to have my cock out on the dance floor. It was sex. And it was fun. Just having a good fucking time and not giving a fuck! Not about anyone or anything.
With Billy and his boyfriend that night, it was like they were the first guys who ever felt just the way I did. They just wanted to feel good and enjoy the touching. Enjoy just being a guy. I think it's the best just being a guy. And gay. Able to do shit with other guys. To be hard with them. Let it happen the way only gay guys can. Cum on! This was just fucking sex. Relax! Enjoy it. Do it! And those guys did. And we just fucking played.
I remember at one point I had one hand on Billy's cock and my other hand on his boyfriend's cock. I was slow jacking the two of them. I could feel the difference in their cocks. Even their slime was different. Both are cut. Both are big. But they felt so completely different to me. And I was so fucking into both of them. I thought maybe I could jerk them both off at the same time. But . . .
I guess I was too fucked up for that and before I got them off, we'd moved on and were rubbing and touching in some new combination. Always close. Edging! Fucking edging. I think I almost came like a dozen times with them. I was aching so bad. My cum just kept churning in me. It never really settled down. I was aching with cum all the time. My nuts were so fucking tight and my cock was like strangled needing to cum so bad.
Then I knew it was over for me. They were both working on my cock and nuts. Their cocks close to mine. I had my hands cupping someone's ass, or maybe it was a hand on each of their butts. I just remember the way their warm, smooth, tight asscheeks felt. I was working them while they worked me.
I could feel the tension in my body build. I knew what was cumming and I guess I was ready. I didn't try to back off. Instead I just relaxed and let the two of them work me. Relaxing was the only thing that stretched it out.
As I got closer and closer to cumming, it was like it almost fucking hurt I needed to cum so bad. My knees go kind of wobbly just before I cum. Then I was gushing. Cumming and cumming! Oh, fuck, yeah!
And they were cumming all over me. Like a monster cum. Billy came like he came in my mouth that night on the bar. So much cum I couldn't believe it. All over my cock and my nuts. It was like I'd dipped my junk in a hot cum bath. His warm cum flowing all over my junk and down my legs. So much jizz.
Next thing I knew, Billy's boyfriend is shooting his jizz everywhere. On my face and chest and all over my fucking body and all over everything else. It was amazing. I've never actually been with a guy who could cum so much, so hard and so far as that guy did. I was completely covered in cum and I wanted guys to see. I wanted everyone in the fucking room to see me covered in my cum and the cum of these two really hot guys.
I turn so my jizzed body . . . and it's a pretty fucking tight body . . . was out front for anyone to see. This one hot guy was looking right at me. I smiled at him and got some jizz on my hand and held it out like an offering to him. I thought he might come over for a taste. If he had, I might have let him fuck me right there. I was so horned up by the whole thing. But he didn't, so I just eased it in my mouth and then the three of us went back to our table and sat down.
It was so fucking cool.
Anyway, after we sat down we talked for a while and I found I really liked Billy's boyfriend. His name was Justin. And he's a cool motherfucker! We talked about what we'd just done. I never knew two guys who wanted to talk so much about what it felt like to get off. I mean they wanted to talk about every little move and how it felt and how they loved it and wanting to know how the other guy felt. Me included. They just loved talking about how hot it was to cum and how much they really got into what we'd been doing. It kind of made me laugh, because I always wanted to talk to someone about that shit, but never thought anyone else would want to.
As we talked, we drank. And we stayed mostly hard. This was turning out to be the best night.
Then Billy heard I'd had to blow the bouncer to get in. Right away he wanted to go fuck with him. I had to calm him down because maybe my driver's license wasn't as accurate as it could be. I told Billy it was OK. And eventually he let it go.
I'd just gotten him cooled off about that when Trent and Kyle finally showed up and joined us. I thought maybe all five of us would be playing around at our table. We were back in a corner, enough out of the way to be OK. Trent and Kyle always like to get me off one way or another. But nothing really happened.
Then I saw that guy again from the dance floor. He was staring at me with this amazing hard-on showing. So I followed him into the men's. He looked really hot. The kind of guy I'd like to have as a boyfriend some day. I guess I was ready to let him fuck me if he wanted. We could see where things went from there.
But when we got in there, it was too crowded and the guy started to creep me out. So I leaned back against the wall across from the urinals and just let him suck me for a while. I didn't even cum or anything and told him I had to get back to my friends.
When I got back, Trent and Kyle were gone and so it was just Billy and Justin again. I asked if I could sit and have another beer with them. They smiled at me and said maybe I'd like to come have a beer at their place. It was cheaper and we might have some more fun, they said.
And I guess that's all. I hope it was all right that I told you this.
To Be Continue . . .
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 1 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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