The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 19, Part II From Justin's viewpoint
I told you it was a wild and crazy week and my meeting with Joe after class was only the beginning.
I spent most of that Monday afternoon in his office, which was usually an extension of his office in New York. The phone rang repeatedly with calls from all over. Decisions to be made at his galleries in Boston, Philadelphia, Providence, Washington . . . People wanting meetings. Artists wanting to show their work. I screened most of the calls and took messages. For the few really important calls, I tracked Joe down wherever he was.
I would have been little more than a secretary, except that Joe took the time and trouble to explain to me what each call was about, who was involved, what the issues were and how he dealt with it.
In the end it taught me a lot about how the gallery business really operates. Joe had convinced me that understanding the gallery business could and probably would be crucial to my career as an artist.
The first time Joe left the office that afternoon, I took the opportunity to text Billy and Tom to let them know how well my meeting with Joe had gone. How set we were for the weekend. And the news about my new car!
It was Billy who decided we should celebrate that night. He said he'd make pasta and we could invite Tom to join us.
That idea put a smile on my face.
I got home pretty early. I had expected to find Billy there. Instead I found a note on the table saying he was at the grocery and then going to pick up Tom. He'd be back soon. Of course, being Billy he hadn't put a time on the message. So for all I knew he could be back any second. Or maybe he just left.
I decided I wasn't going to waste the time and so started picking out which of my drawings and paintings I wanted to show to our new client this Friday. I had a pretty good idea, because I knew which ones had caught Joe's eye. And he had specifically told me two or three that I was to bring. He said to choose the rest myself, but he wanted to screen them on Wednesday when we met for dinner. And I got my new car!
So I had all these nudes of Billy spread all over the floor of our bedroom. These were the most explicit. The most erotic. They showed Billy jerking off. Billy cumming. Yeah, a lot of Billy cumming. Or in the afterglow of a good cum. There were a couple drawings of me fucking Billy. And Joe's favorite that showed Billy cumming as I fucked him. You couldn't see it was me, but it was.
I was just in the final stages of getting my selection down to about 15 pieces when I heard the backdoor open. I could hear Billy and Tom talking excitedly in the kitchen.
I called to them and they came into to see what I was up to. I was looking right into Tom's face when he came through the bedroom door and saw my pictures of Billy spread out before him. He just stopped dead still and his jaw dropped.
After about 30 seconds of quickly moving about to survey all the Billy erotica, he turned back toward Billy and said with a voice tinged in disbelief, "That's you. Those are pictures of you getting your nut."
Billy just gave a kind of awkward smile and shrugged in acknowledgement.
"That's so cool. Did you paint all these?" Tom asked me.
Tom wanted to look at them all and Billy could see it wasn't going to be just a quick glance. He excused himself to get started on dinner and told us to come to the kitchen for a drink whenever we were ready.
Tom went carefully from picture to picture. Studying each one. Commenting. Occasionally asking a question. I'd expected him . . . Well, I guess I thought he'd just ask me questions about sex. Billy and sex. Me and Billy. I don't know. But his questions ran the gamut from basic -- How long did that take? -- to thoughtful -- Why is Billy smiling in every picture? His comments and questions were surprisingly insightful.
And the pictures he liked the best weren't . . . Well, I would have guessed he would have picked the one's where Billy was cumming the most. Or that were the most erotic. I kind of thought that was how Joe had picked what he wanted me to bring. Instead Tom seemed to be drawn to the same pictures I liked best. Pictures with solid composition. Good perspective. Basically the best drawings and painting.
He asked if I had any others. So when Billy walked in with a beer for each of us a half hour later, every level surface in the room was covered with pictures of him.
"These are beautiful," Tom said to Billy. He sounded so serious and earnest. "Really beautiful. And you're really beautiful."
Billy looked embarrassed and seemed to try to dodge the compliment by saying, "And they're pretty fucking sexy, too!"
Billy and Tom laughed a little. I silently watched their exchange. The artist living through his work.
"Yeah, they're sexy. Hell, you're sexy," Tom said. And then looking back and forth between the two of us, he added, "You're both sexy."
"So are you," I added.
I guess we all knew without saying where this was headed. The only problem was the bed was covered in my art, as was almost the entire floor. We each looked around. Surveying the space. Looking for a place.
Finally, I reached out and took Tom's hand and led him toward the door where Billy was standing. As I approached, Billy took my hand and the three of us walked into the living room. We were standing in front of the sofa. No one had said a word.
Billy leaned over and kissed Tom. I could see their mouths open and a hint of their probing tongues. I began to undress. As I let my shirt fall to the ground, Tom leaned over and began kissing me. His mouth felt unusually warm. And wet. And so inviting.
I felt Billy unbuttoning my jeans. In no time at all, the three of us were naked. Again. Kissing. And touching. So ready for whatever was to come.
Every move, every touch, every kiss seemed so slow and gentle. Like we had all the time in the world to enjoy each other. I remember taking a drink of my beer as Billy and Tom kissed languidly. My free hand caressing Billy's bare ass.
I was suddenly jolted from the leisurely threesome by a harsh buzzing sound.
"Fuck, I forgot about dinner," Billy said as he broke away from Tom and me and hustled toward the kitchen.
He was soon back. He looked so cute walking toward us with his rock hard cock pointing skyward. Slightly swaying with each step.
"I turned the fucking stove off. Let's move this to the bedroom," Billy said. No one was going to argue with that idea.
We quickly cleared the bed of my artwork. As Tom set the last piece over against the wall, he paused and stared at it. It was a pencil sketch of Billy. He was spread out on this very bed. His hard, aching cock visibly leaking. The look of lust on his face so intense it looked like it pained him. His right hand was reaching out to take hold of his raging hard-on.
"I love this picture," Tom said. He sounded so sincere. I couldn't see his face. Just his smooth back. His tight, little ass. His thick mop of brown hair.
"It's yours. I want you to have it," I said.
Tom turned around to face me, still holding the sketch in front of him. But all I saw was his cock. Billy and I had talked about it a couple of times. How hard it was when he was excited. How perfect it looked. How perfect it felt. I started to chuckle to myself.
Tom set the sketch down, then came over and gave me a kiss. As he did, his hard cock brushed against mine. The intensity of the sensation! The slightest friction! It almost overpowered my brain. Brought my senses to full alert. I pulled him in tight to me and kissed him as deeply as I could.
Our cocks were pressed against each other. Our bodies writhed to create more friction. Our mouths forced open and together. Breathing into each other as our tongues played savagely. I felt I could consume him. Swallow him whole sexually. Whatever that might mean. However that might feel.
After some time had passed, probably not too long, Tom eased away a bit. He looked at me and then over his shoulder at Billy, who I guess had been rubbing his cock between Tom's ass cheeks as we kissed.
"I owe you guys so much. My ass is still kinda sore from last night, but I want to return the favor," Tom said.
I looked over at Billy and just raised my eyebrows. Billy returned the expression. I'm not sure we meant the exact same thing when we did it, but it basically translated into, Sounds good to me. Let's go for it!
"Sure, what did you have in mind?" I asked Tom.
"Well, guys tell me I give a pretty wicked blowjob. How does that sound?"
Tom knew how he wanted to do it. He lay on his back on our bed with his head just hanging over the side. He told Billy and me to stand on either side of his head. That way he could quickly switch from one cock to the other. And with his head back, he seemed confident he could deep-throat even my nine inches.
He warmed up on Billy's cock. Billy moved so he was just a little off to one side of Tom's head. He forced his cock down toward Tom's soft lips. Tom's thick hair falling away from his forehead and face. His smile upside down.
I felt very tender toward Tom at that moment as Billy eased his throbbing hard-on between those beautiful lips. I knew how Billy's hard cock felt in my mouth and that helped charge the images and feelings that were playing in my head. Stoking my sexual desires. My needs. My cravings.
My first impulse was to start stroking my own cock in time to Billy's gentle thrusts into Tom's eager mouth. But I needed more than that.
I reached out and took Tom's cock in my hand. So incredibly hard. I'd never felt a cock as hard as his. I started stroking it with one hand. And stroking my own cock with my other hand. Stroking both in unison with each other, and with Billy. The three of us linked once again.
I looked back at Billy, expecting him to be fully focused on slow-fucking Tom's mouth. But he was looking at me. We both smiled and then he leaned forward to kiss me. His tongue slid firm and hard and unyielding between my lips. I sucked it. Wet. Gentle. Warm. Sensuous. I imagined that Billy was doing to my mouth with his tongue what he was doing to Tom's mouth with his cock. The three of us linked once again.
My thoughts of the three of us intertwined were interrupted as I felt Tom's hand take hold of my cock, pushing my own hand away. Billy was moving a little more to the side of Tom's head. Tom's grip on my cock was directing me to a point more directly behind his head. I had to let go of Tom's cock as I edged into my new position.
The next thing I knew, the whole world was melting away All I was aware of was Tom's warm, suctioning mouth on my cockhead. He'd sucked me in so smoothly. So easily. I felt my cock harden. Felt it swell. Felt him suckle it. I thought Billy was good. I thought Phil was good. I didn't know what good was. And he'd only just begun.
I felt him stretch his neck a bit to take in more of my cock. His hand feeding my cock deeper down his throat. And deeper. Until I was in so deep there was no more room for him to hold my shaft. Instead he moved his hand so the heel of his palm was against the base of my nutsack. His fingers extended up into my asscrack. His index finger poised strategically at my asshole.
Is this how he had handled Billy? All I knew was it gave him perfect control over me. Steadily urging me to ease my cock deeper. And deeper. I was already at the back of his throat. It seemed a barrier. I knew better. He surely knew better, too. But I didn't want to hurt him. Didn't want to make him gag.
Then more pressure to go still deeper. And with ease, his throat gave way and accepted my cock. My cockhead and more and more of my shaft were wrapped in his throat. So much better than a hand. Better than a mouth. Maybe better than a hot, tight ass. This was so good.
I was thrusting. Slow. Easy. Deep. Thrusting in and out of Tom's mouth. Lovingly fucking his face. My eyes were closed. My mind was racing. And along with all the images playing in my mind was the image of Billy's tongue fucking my mouth moments ago. I wanted to recreate that. I leaned toward Billy and, keeping my tongue rigid and hard as I could, eased it as deep into his mouth as I could. I began thrusting with it. The same way I was thrusting with my cock. Slow. Easy. Deep.
Billy's mouth welcomed my tongue as never before. And Tom sucked my cock, massaged it in his throat. I was thrilled with his expertise as a first-class cocksucker.
As I started to feel that churning deep in my balls, Tom switched us again. Sucking Billy's cock instead. I'd rather have my cock in Tom's mouth for sure, but being part of this three-way was such a mind-fucking event! I wasn't complaining. Besides, if he'd sucked me much longer, it would have all been over way too soon.
We continued this way for what seemed like a long time. But a good time. Never too long. No. Not doing this.
I had just buried my cock deep in Tom's throat again when almost immediately I started to feel that urge. Not so soon! I loved this feeling. Loved fucking Tom's mouth. It was like I was piercing right to the center of his being. But my cum was building. I sensed it. And Tom sensed it, too.
He eased my cock free and took Billy's in it place. But now he was stroking me. Making my cum build. Urging it toward the boiling point.
Then I heard Billy groan. He had us both on edge. Ready to cum. Together. Like a master.
And like the master he was he started switching his mouth from cock to cock. Building the tempo. Building the need.
Billy was muttering, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" It was like a deep mantra gurgling up from deep inside him. It was making my mind go crazy with lust.
I knew I had only a few second and I'd blow. Tom had both our cocks in hands. Stroking like crazy. Working our cockheads overtime as the sensitivity built and built and built. I felt movement deep in my nuts. My cum was rising. There was no turning back.
My cock hardened. Thickened in Tom's hand. It tried to pull itself skyward. But Tom kept it directed right at his face. Did he know what was cumming?
"Holy mother of fuck," Billy bellowed as he began to cum. His first shot was powerful for him, mostly landing on Billy's cheek and in his hair. Then his ungodly cum flow followed. His cum pouring out as Tom held his cockhead over his open mouth. Billy's warm, creamy cum flowing into and around Tom's open mouth. Covering his lips and teeth.
As Tom's mouth started to overflow with Billy's cum, my own cock spasmed and fired. Wham! Splat! Right at the bridge of Tom's nose. He looked stunned by it, but quickly pulled my cock down so my cocklips and Billy's cocklips were almost like kissing. Tom had them both aimed right at his open mouth. And I came. And I came again.
I swear my third load was the hardest and made a splashing sound in the pool of cum in Tom's mouth. Then he was sucking our cocks into his mouth. One then the other. His mouth so full of our cum that as he took each cock into it, it forced our cum to overflow down his face and neck.
I was almost spent when he reached up and pulled my face down to his and kissed me. Inviting me to drink from his cum-filled mouth. I did, reveling in the smell and the taste and the sheer awesomeness of the whole moment. And then Billy did the same.
Soon we were lapping at the cum on his face and neck. Rubbing it into his thick, shaggy hair. Kissing each other.
Billy got a handful of cum and started using it as lube on Tom's cock. I followed Billy's lead, working cum all over Tom's nuts. Even up into his asshole.
Tom was gasping now. His body went tense. His nuts pulled up tight. And at last it was his turn. Billy was thinking faster than me and caught Tom's second shot of jizz directly in his mouth.
As Billy moved up to share it with Tom, I began sucking cum directly from Tom's throbbing cock. Then I too shared it with Tom. A kiss. So warm. So wet. So much what the three of us were all about.
At last Billy and I lay down on the bed on each side of Tom. Our faces near his cock. Our cocks near his face. Half our bodies off the edge of the bed.
It wasn't comfortable, I remember. But I didn't really care as the three of us ran our hands across each other's bodies. Using our cum as lube to ease our movement of flesh against flesh.
I was sexually exhausted, but feeling so tight with Billy and Tom that I didn't really care. Time passed but none of us wanted to break the magic of the moment.
We actually did eat dinner that night. Billy rescued his pasta. It wasn't too good, but nobody really cared about that either.
Then Billy took Tom back to his dorm.
When Billy got home, we lay in bed. Side by side. Not talking. But needing to talk. A talk we both seemed to know we should have. But neither wanted to start. I swear I didn't know what it was we needed to talk about until Billy finally broke the silence.
He rose up on one arm, looked me square in the eyes and asked me, "Do you love Tom?"
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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