The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 18, Part II From Billy's viewpoint
I was still in a haze but I had also started to wake up. I was lying in bed on my back. I don't know how, but I could sense it was my bed. Maybe it was the smell. Or the feel of the sheets on my bare skin.
I had the unstoppable urge to stretch. As I had done hundreds of times before, I started to raise my arms, stretching them toward the wall behind my head. Unexpectedly, I brushed against something. A body on my right. A warm guy's body. And another on my left!
This needed to be checked out. Even if one was my boyfriend, I still wanted to make sure I knew who the fuck the other one was. As these thoughts stumbled through my sleepy head, it was all a little confusing, I guess. But still I stretched.
My wrists were bent back so the palms of my hands could press against the wall behind my head. My back arched. My legs stretched out. I could feel the muscles and tendons stretch and burn. I could almost feel my bones getting stretched longer. Each joint extending beyond its normal capacity. My whole body stretched out as long as it could. I held that stretch for a moment, listening to my body strain.
Then I let my body recoil. My arms lowered. More contact! An arm against an arm on my right. An arm against . . . was that a chest? Some guy's naked chest? The thought of my naked body stretched out between two naked guys got my brain stirring faster. Now there was movement all around me.
A body to my right and another to my left, apparently both made restless by my sudden movement. The stretching felt so good, but two guys would feel . . . Ohhhhh! My lungs inhaled deeply. I felt kind of lightheaded at the possibilities.
I felt a warm hand on my abs. Touching me gently. It was warm and friendly. Sending the message that I should settle down. Stop disturbing his peaceful rest beside me.
I still wasn't fully awake, but awake enough that my cock was getting aroused. I lay there for the moment enjoying being a guy. Waking up with other guys. Warm. Naked. Getting hard. Getting horny. So many possibilities.
I could feel my joints as though they were pulling me back to my more compact size. Everything contracting but my cock. And there was that hand. Now stroking me. Its fingertips toying with the narrow trail of hairs that runs from my navel to my cock. My cock continued to lengthen. I could feel the blood rushing to it. Feel it thicken. Feel it awaken. Ache. Throb.
I made a quarter roll toward whoever the fuck this was stroking my abs and gave out a little groan of appreciation. A sign of encouragement and thanks. If I'd put that groan into words, I would have said something like, Thanks, dude, that feels great. Don't stop now.
But I didn't speak. I moved my free hand onto whoever's hip. A small hip. A lean hip. Bones. Muscles. Soft. Hairless. Warm. Smooth. Sexy. Sleek.
I started to return the gentle stroking motion. I was waking up and I couldn't resist seeing who the fuck this was in my bed toying with me. His gentle movement so close to my cock. My cock, which was pretty fucking full hard in response to this guy's playful touching. This was so much better than waking up to plain old morning wood.
I guess I really knew all along whose hand it was. Whose hip. Whose tantalizing touch. I'd felt it all before. Hours before. And I'd fucking loved it. So I knew the answer before I actually saw him. It was Tom, of course.
As my eyes opened just wide enough to see him, Tom nestled his shaggy head against my shoulder and chest. He made a sort of purring sound. Fuck, this was so sweet. Even as he snuggled into me I could feel my own pre-jizz leaking onto my abs.
Tom's hair was as soft as his skin. And warm, too. I felt his cheek against my chest. Not scratchy. Just soft and warm like everything else about him. And a warm smell too that sucked me into him. Like the smell of sleep and sheets and boys. I remembered the smell. It was like Jess. Only better. Sexier. Closer.
I put an arm around him and started gently stroking his ass. So incredibly soft. Like a baby's. Not a hair on it. So tight and warm to my touch.
I stroked him and felt my hard cock spasm with need and then twitch on its own. Aching, full and throbbing. It was stretching. Touching him. The feel of his body against my aching cock was awesome. I had to generate some gentle friction.
As my cock steadily brushed against him, I could feel every movement. The hard shaft of cock against the welcoming flesh so near. So near to Tom's crotch. I worked my hips a little more to help the sensations along. To add to the friction that was sending such wonderful feelings through my cock. Surging throughout my body. It was like my cock was the switch that was turning on the pleasure sources in every part of me. Fuck, this felt so good.
My mind raced back to the night before. I could so clearly remember rubbing my cock in Tom's pubes. Surrounded by hot, sweaty guys. In the middle of the dance floor. The freedom. The exposure. The people. The audacity. The fucking fun of it all!
Then I remembered that awesome momement . . . Cumming. Cumming so hard. Cumming all over Tom. With Justin. And Justin's cum. Fucking soaking in cum. Three guys. Together. Having fun. Oh, fuck. It was amazing.
I realized that as I thought back to the night before, my body had become tense. Thrusting. Needing. I'd almost cum just remembering. And here I was, stroking with Tom again.
I let my body go limp. Let the memories play in my head until the sensations of the night before began to fade. Replaced by the needs and desires right here in bed with me. My aching cock needing serious fucking attention. I lay in a helpless heap. A pile of need and desire and horny guy hormones. Next to Tom. Quiet. Peaceful. Sexy. Tom. A friend. A friend I wanted. A friend I needed bad that morning.
I knew the other body I had brushed against was Justin's. Even as I lay like a warm puddle of testosterone snuggled next to Tom, I could feel Justin snuggling up behind me. Working his body into position. Moving his fucking rock hard cock against me. Against my ass. Of course, Justin's cock was already full fucking hard. Like every morning.
He was snuggling up behind me. Working his cock between my asscheeks. One of his favorite positions in the morning.
I couldn't help but respond. Knowing how close I had just been to cumming with Tom, I carefully wriggled my ass and relaxed my asscheeks to make it easier for Justin. All the while trying not to disturb Tom and the perfect connection we had going. Trying not to get too close to the edge. But loving being so close to the brink. So fucking hard. With both these guys. My guys.
I felt the hard flesh of Justin's cock pushing between the softer flesh of my ass. A back and forth motion that edged it ever closer. Finally the hard underside of his cock was pushed right up against my sensitive asshole. Once nestled there, his cock jerked. Once. Twice. Again. Our little signal that he was safe and snug. Right where he wanted to be. Well, almost. My asshole twitched in response.
Justin tried to wrap his free arm around my shoulder and chest as he always did. But that morning I was snuggled up against Tom and there was no room for Justin's arm.
I felt Justin's arm stretch a little further. Pause. Then the gentle motion of Justin's arm just barely moving against my shoulder. He was toying with Tom's hair. Stroking it. Running his fingers through it. Fluffing it out and letting fall back on his face. I opened my eyes a bit and could see Justin's hand. Tom's hair. Tom's face.
I closed my eyes again as the most pleasant sense of complete nothing flowed over me. Through me. I was happy. Content. Fuck, with these two guys around me. Knowing what we had done. What we could do. My cock. So ready. But without the sense of urgency. Just peace and calm like I couldn't remember.
"Good morning," Justin said almost in my ear. A really sexy voice for so early.
"It's fucking afternoon," Tom said, not too loud. But almost too loud. My total relaxation was easing away. "The fucking sun's been up for hours," Tom said.
"So that doesn't mean we have to get up," Justin said. "Doesn't anyone want to play?" With that he made a couple of thrusts with his hips. Rubbing his huge, hard cock against my sphincter. I could feel the slippery pre-jizz he was oozing. It helped lube my crack. Made each thrust of Justin's cock slide more smoothly. Sexier.
I had to reach back and touch him as close to his cock as my hand could get. I don't know exactly what I touched. Maybe his cockhead. Maybe just a bit of pre-jizzed shaft. It was quick. But enough.
Tom raised himself enough so that he could lean over me and kiss Justin. It wasn't a quick good morning kiss from one friend to another. I was trapped beneath them. Awkward. And a little aggravated as the kiss continued.
"Is Billy gonna play?" Tom asked after breaking the kiss. "I hope so." And he kissed me, too, with his warm soft lips. Like perfect pillows that felt so good on my own lips. His lips begged my mouth to ease open and welcome his sly tongue. To give into his welcoming morning invitation to pleasure.
I couldn't resist. I reached down and took hold of his cock. It was fucking rigid as a pole. And fucking hot, too. I squeezed it hard as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. Tom took my cock in hand and started slow stroking it. What a fucking way to wake up!
"What are you guys doing?" Justin said as he pulled the covers off of us. There Tom and I were face-to-face. Our tongues tangled in each other's mouths. Saliva covering our faces from our oral explorations.
Our hands probing as much as out tongues. Tom's cock was as hard and ready for action as mine and I can only assume the feel of my hand stroking his cockhead was turning him on as much as his work on my head had me completely riled to almost the max again. I was ready to fucking play with this boy again.
"What about me," Justin asked.
I couldn't resist. I pulled my tongue from Tom's warm mouth. My lips from Tom's lips. I had to see Tom's cock. It was fucking straight as an arrow. Kind of cute looking. His cockhead was a nice bluish brown where it stuck out from where my fingers wrapped around it. His nuts were compact and full. A nice sack.
His body was tanned, with the white outline of his very skimpy swim gear very evident. His cockshaft seemed pale in comparison to the tan. His hard cock contrasted against both his tan lines and his tanned abs. It was like a fucking photograph. So perfect and fucking hot!
Even though Tom wasn't hung like Justin or even like me, his pale hard cock stretched well above his tan line toward his navel. Nice. Fucking nice. I wanted to suck it. To taste his cock and his cum and have him taste mine.
I felt Justin's cock rubbing my asscrack again and suddenly remembered we had to work this as a three-way. Something new. But I thought for sure it was going to be something fun.
Before I could even think how that might work or what we might do or even if it would be OK to do, Tom looked at me with that cute smile of his under that mop of hair and said, "You guys are so cool."
I just started to laugh quietly. Mostly inside. But a little laughter bubbled out and he laughed and Justin laughed. We were all wrapped together on Justin's and my bed. Arms around each other. Hands roaming. It was kinda like when we were dancing at the club the night before, only now we lying down and naked and alone.
We were free to do whatever the fuck we wanted with, to and for each other and ourselves. No one could stop us.
Suddenly I remembered my first thought when I looked down and saw Tom's rock hard cock this morning. I wanted to suck it. To taste it. To eat his cum.
I didn't hesitate. I scooted down on the bed. Basically my butt was now at the end of the bed. My legs hanging down. My face buried in Tom crotch. I was licking his cock. Sizing it up with my tongue and lips. Inhaling his aroma. His musk. His fucking man smell. His curly pubes were tickling my nose.
I pulled back because I wanted to see this cock again. It mesmerized me. Tom's cock. I was gonna being sucking it till it fed me his cum and I wanted to make sure I knew everything about it. That the images in my head could feed off the feelings and tastes in my watering mouth. Match the sensation of my fingers as they ran over his nuts, traveled up and down his shaft and toyed with his slick, hard cockhead.
I took good measure of it with every sense I had. Then I looked up at him. He was kissing Justin again.
I called seductively to him, "Tom. Oh, Tommy. I'm gonna suck your cock dry. Tommy boy."
He looked down at me and gave me that boyish grin. "Fucking go for it. I hope you're not disappointed," he said to me.
As I looked up into his face, I thought again how fucking young he looked and how fucking cute. I held his cock like a singer holds a mike and let my tongue give it a tongue bath from bottom to top. I could feel Tom shiver as I worked his cock. I could see his grin get even bigger.
"Oh, fuck, dude, that's awesome. I bet you give the best fucking head," Tom said.
"He does. Believe me, he does," Justin said. "You're in for a real treat. Just lay back and enjoy it."
With that, Justin eased his arm from around Tom's shoulder and left him sprawled on our bed. Completely naked. Completely exposed to my desires. And what I desired just then was his cock. I don't really know why, I just wanted cock - Tom's cock - in my mouth.
I held his cock. My hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. I opened my mouth and pulled Tom's cock into the waiting cavern. I could feel the heat from it in my hand. I could feel it twitch and strain and ache against my fingers. It was so alive. So fucking perfect for me.
I closed my lips around his cockhead. I knew I'd done it just right. I could feel the ridged edge of his crown against the inside of my lips. I knew that his tangle of nerves on the underside of his cock was right at the tip of my tongue.
I moved my lips back and forth. A gentle massage for Tom's hard cockhead. I flicked my tongue and toyed with his nerve center. I could see his eyes roll back into his head as he let his head fall back. I started to suck.
His cock felt so perfect in my mouth. Cock always does. But I'm used to Justin's. A third more cock than Tom has. The difference to me wasn't the size. It gave my tongue more room to play. His cock didn't fill my mouth. My mouth became like a playground where I could entertain my new friend. My new friend's cock.
Flick my tongue; make him writhe. Suck it hard; make him moan. Squeeze his nuts; feel him squirm. Stroke and suck and flick; make him cum. I was fucking playing and Tom looked like he was enjoying it.
I usually close my eyes when I'm sucking Justin. I have so many fucking awesome pictures of him and us in my mind that I let it play like some wild sexy slideshow. I just plug his cock in my mouth. Start sucking and stroking the way he likes. And let the images play.
But with Tom, everything was new. Sure he'd sucked me off at the club that first night. But I didn't really remember it all that clearly because I'd been so fucking drunk. In the weeks since then, I have to admit, I had built up some . . . some powerful memories. Real or imagined. I didn't care. They felt real to me. It was those memories of him sucking me off with all those guys watching us. My cum pouring from my cock. Tom slurping my cock through those little underwear. My cum all over his face. Guys pawing at me as I came. Pawing at me. Cumming on me and on Tom.
As I sucked Tom's cock and saw the blurry image of his pubes and abs, I think I sort of imagined I was him and he was me. That it was that night at the club again. That his aching cock was mine. And mine was his. It's sort of hard to explain, but it was so fucking good. Tom's cock in my mouth. My cock in his.
Almost like he was reading my mind, Justin gently smacked my naked ass where it was exposed at the end of the bed. "Hey," he said, "swing around so Tom can suck you, too. Or are you the only one who gets to have any fun today?" He laughed.
I didn't get a chance to think about my choices. Justin sort of started to push my ass around. Trying to get me to 69 with Tom. I really didn't want to break the warm, wet suction I had going on Tom's cock, but if I didn't . . . Well, I had to.
"Mmmmmm." Tom let out a contented sound as I removed my mouth. "So I get to suck you off again?" Of course, Tom knew what was happening. I'd sort of forgotten that he could hear Justin, too. I guess I'd been so into the two of us - me and Tom - I'd forgotten Tom even knew what Justin was doing.
I started to climb into place over Tom's small body. So lean. So fucking tight. So unbelievably young and fresh and fuckable. Was this out of bounds? Maybe I should ask.
But again before I got a chance, Tom was raising a question of his own. "What about Justin? We can't leave him all alone."
Justin moved up to where he could kiss Tom. It wasn't like the assault he launched on him last night. Just a kiss. A nice kiss. A little tongue, but mouths open and willing. I could see it clearly in front of me.
"Don't worry about me," Justin said as he pulled away from Tom's lips. I knew how soft and warm and moist those lips were and how hard it was to stop kissing them. "I think while you and Billy play sucky cock, I'll find something to do."
"Can I suck you a little first? Ever since I saw your cock hard last night, I've wondered if I could get it all in my mouth." Tom gave a kidlike smile to Justin. "OK?"
"Everything and anything you want is OK," Justin said. "Absolutely anything is OK by me. Just go for 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 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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