The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 19, Part V From Justin's viewpoint
Billy kissed me deeply as we lay on the sofa in Joe's summerhouse. Joe and Tom were swapping cum kisses not 10 feet away on another sofa. I can't tell you what they were doing exactly, but me and Billy were working our cocks back and forth against each other. Enjoying the pressure and the friction only two cocks sliding against each other can provide. Pressing against each other. Feeling the aching of our cocks. The throbbing. Knowing the pleasure we were giving. And receiving.
Our tongues played together swapping spit. We were hard, hot and horny.
I know I should have been completely focused on my boyfriend and the pleasures we were sharing. But my mind kept flashing back. Remembering pleasures I had known. Imagining pleasures I could still have. My horned up fantasies were running wild.
My mind was completely filled with images and sensations of my cock buried in a tight, hot ass. I think it started off being Billy's ass. I loved fucking Billy's ass more than anything. As often as I'd plunged my cock into his hot hole, I never tired of it. Never stopped loving how it felt to have him wrapped warm and tight around my hard cock. To feel what we shared when I was buried in his ass. To fill him with my jizz and keep on fucking him.
But I have to admit I kept drifting off. Remembering how great it was to fuck Tom and his sexy little boy's ass. I could remember how good it felt when I first slipped my cock in that kid's hole. Like some forbidden fruit that was sweeter for the crime of tasting it. Tom was so tight. So willing. So happy. So new. At least to me.
Then my mind moved on. To Billy and me pumping away at Tom's totally stretched asshole. Double-fucking in perfect unison. A pleasure I had dreamed of for years but begun to believe I would never know. Thank god, I thought, as I remembered the intensity of it all.
Maybe it was the feel of Billy's cock pistoning back and forth against mine that triggered those memories. I was getting so much pleasure from the friction of cock against cock. It was a lot like how it had felt the week before. Double-fucking Tom. Only without Tom.
More and more I was thinking of fucking Tom, instead of Billy. Then it was like my mind flipped and somehow Tom had changed into Joe. In my mind I was fucking the brains out of my mentor. My teacher. He was so hot! And I could imagine fucking him so clearly in my head. I'd never fucked Joe, but at that moment, horned up as I was, I so wanted to add that to my memories. To really know what it would be like to drive my cock so deep into his ass that he cried out in pain and pleasure. I wanted to fuck him again and again.
I know there were flashes of other guys. Other asses. Even other fucks I'd never had but had wanted. Wanted so badly. Like Phil for one. And Ted. And my cousins, the twins. As I imagined these guys and what it would be like fucking each of them . . . all of them . . . I was still humping away with Billy.
I wondered briefly who Billy was thinking about. Me? Tom? Todd? . . . Jess?
Jess! My mind swirled with memories of Jess. Other than Billy and Tom, Jess was the only other ass I had fucked. Well, there was . . .
My fantasies interrupted. I heard Tom moan again. His moan echoed in my ear. Images of Tom melded with Jess and somehow I was fucking them both at the same time. I don't know. It was just a flash of images. Impossible. But so powerful. I couldn't go on with this.
"Billy, let's go to our room. I really wanna fuck you so bad!" I whispered in his ear.
Billy seemed to respond to the idea of getting fucked. He increased the tempo as he thrust his hips as best he could under my weight. I could feel him flex his cock like we used to do. I could feel it throb against me. But he said nothing and made no effort to get up from the sofa.
"Do you want me to fuck you or not?" I whispered a little louder.
"Of course, I do," he said, trying to wrap his legs around me.
"Then let's go."
"Why?" Billy asked. "What's wrong with here?"
"Because," I said. "Just because." I thought I must sound just like my mother had years before. It creeped me out a little. I freed myself from Billy's grasping legs and stood up. I looked down at him. His cock was so hard. His body glistened where so much of our pre-jizz was smeared. His body was as powerful a draw for me as it had ever been. Billy still turned me on. Would always turn me on.
I pulled Billy up from the sofa with one hand and started leading him to our room.
"What about my bag?" he said, pulling back toward his overnight bag by the fireplace.
"Forget the damn bag," I said.
"Where are you guys going?" It was Tom speaking now. Our little tug-of-war over Billy's bag had left us standing almost beside Tom and Joe. With the interruption, Joe rolled off of Tom toward the back of the sofa. Exposing both their hard cocks. Their fine bodies. And the smell of their sex that seemed freed by his movement. Damn, they smelled so sexy.
"We're going to our room. We'll see you in the morning," I said inhaling their scent and trying to sound as smooth and polite as I could. I tried to tell myself that I had kinda forgotten they were even there.
"A goodnight kiss?" Tom said.
"Sure," I agreed, stepping toward him and bending down toward his face to give him a friendly peck. Never letting go of Billy's hand.
Our lips met and Tom's tongue slithered immediately into my mouth. I never thought to resist. I was sure I could taste cum on his tongue, in his mouth. Whose cum I wasn't sure. I didn't care. It tasted good. Tom used his free hand to pull my head closer, making our kiss deeper. Still I didn't resist.
If the tug-of-war with Billy had slightly wilted my wood, that kiss, the smell, the taste of their cum. It all renewed me. Made me so hard. So totally horned up.
As I started to stand again, Tom reminded me, "Don't forget our host."
Joe had been lying there. So close. Watching me and Tom. I gave Joe a similar kiss. As I kissed him, I knew this was the mouth that Tom had just cum in. What an image as my tongue probed this warm, wet cavern where Tom's cum had just flowed. I was leaking like crazy with that image in my mind. My tongue running around in Joe's mouth where only a few minutes before Tom had unloaded his jizz. Oh, my god!
I finally broke our kiss and a similar goodnight ritual was repeated for Billy. My mind had gotten so roiled while I was kissing Joe that now I couldn't help but think about Joe cumming in Tom's mouth . . . the same mouth where Billy's tongue was now doing its plaything. I was horned to the max.
By the time we got to our room and closed the door, I was raging hard. I just wanted to fuck Billy as hard and as deep and as long as I could. I wanted to own him forever. Fuck him till I was too spent to fuck again. I was stoked to fuck.
Billy and I were standing beside the bed. Face to face. Our cocks just touching. That touch triggered another memory. A powerful memory. It seemed my mind was boiling over with memories that night.
In my mind I could picture Billy's cock touching mine as we lay in my room more than a year before. On that afternoon our cocks had touched, too. And I had said "To friendship" and tapped my hard cock against Billy's. I repeated that scene now, tapping Billy's cock with mine and saying those same words to him.
Billy must have remembered, too. He returned the tap. "To our friendship." We were so connected. I playfully pushed him back on the bed and started to climb on top of him.
But Billy straight-armed me, holding me at arm's length. "So why didn't you fuck me out there on the sofa?" he asked. "You love an audience as much as I do. And after they both blew their loads in each other's mouths, it would be like returning the favor to fuck there where they could hear us and see us a little."
I was relieved to see him smiling. But the way he'd said that, I knew he expected an answer.
I looked down at Billy. I hadn't really put my thoughts into words yet. I probably screwed up my face like I do when I'm trying to think something through.
"I don't ever want you to become just another guy I fucked, or could have fucked, or wanted to fuck. I always want you to be special. Apart. On a pedestal. I just didn't want to share you. I mean share us. I didn't want to fuck for them. I wanted to fuck for us."
"You mean you want to make love to me?" The uncertainty was clear in Billy's quiet voice.
"No. Not tonight. Tonight I want to fuck you till we both go crazy."
Billy must have liked my answer. He looked up at me with a smile so big, so . . . I don't know, kinda of like a little kid.
He pulled me down to him and whispered in my ear, "Drive me crazy! Do it! Fuck me, big boy!"
I didn't waste any time. I knew exactly how I wanted him. I grabbed one of his ankles and rocked him back on his shoulders. His asshole was pointing toward the ceiling. Toward my face. I could clearly see his pink hole. Still tight despite all the times I'd fucked him.
I leaned over his love hole and let a big glob of spit down over his asshole. I rubbed it around and into his hole with my free hand. A finger slid into his hole. Two. Billy was starting to talk dirty to me. He didn't do that often. Not often enough. Another glob of spit. Another finger.
I was enjoying the hell out of watching the flesh of his ass lips get pushed in and pulled out as I worked him with my fingers. Probing for his prostate, which I was having trouble finding with him turned like this.
"I don't want your fucking fingers. Give me your goddamn cock!" Billy shouted loud enough I knew our friends had to hear it. I didn't care. This was what I wanted.
I looked down at Billy's face as I bent over him. My legs spread wide on either side of him. Bracing myself with my hands on the headboard. Billy reached up and grabbed my cock. Directed it to his hole. It took no time at all to get it positioned right. I could feel my rock hard cockhead pressing against his entryway. I could feel the pressure. The initial resistance. Billy grunted. I felt him push out with his sphincter and I started to slide my aching cock into my boyfriend's ass. So sweet!
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Billy was getting very vocal and it was driving me nuts.
My cock was buried about half way in his ass. I loved seeing us like that. Joined. My cock in his asshole. I should paint this and hang it over our bed. Billy and me. Just the way I could see us. If only I could paint the heat. The need. The millions of sensors going off all over my body from my nuts to my brain.
"Can you see it?" I asked Billy.
He pushed up on his elbows as I rocked back a little so he could clearly see my cock in his hole. As he stared at my cock, he squeezed his hole tight around it and gave me the most wicked smile. Pure lust. That was my Billy.
I rocked him back up on his shoulders and started fucking him as hard and deep as I could. It was like I was high on fucking or something. I was in a zone I hadn't been in for a long time. Moving in and out. Feeling Billy's asslips sucking tight around my cock. Hearing the sound of our sex. My nuts slapping against him. His groans. His smell. Our sweat. Our heat. His glove-like grip squeezing my cock. This was perfect.
After about 5 or more minutes, I buried my cock just as deep at I could get it. My arms were supporting me, one on either side of Billy's head. I leaned in and kissed him. And started to fuck him again. Kissing and fucking! I loved this.
But I wanted more. I wanted this to be our fuck! Our favorite fuck! One we'd always remember.
"Ready for more?" I asked Billy as I straightened up a little, my cock still in his ass. He nodded his OK.
"Don't move. I'm not gonna take my cock out. I'm gonna turn sideways to you and power fuck you from above."
"Fuck, yeah!" Billy said as I brought one leg back between his legs. I felt like a super-star athlete in the Olympics of fucking. I was moving with power and grace and skill. Everything was smooth and fluid and like I'd been doing it all my life.
I was holding Billy by one ankle. From that position I could raise and lower myself, thrust my hips and power fuck the hell out of him. And I got such a great view doing it.
I banged my boyfriend's ass while he groaned a moaned and begged for more. I turned 180 degrees and fucked him from the other side.
I was in heaven. Hot and sticky and stinking of sex. My mind was a buzz of thoughts of all the ways I wanted to fuck Billy.
Of course, I wasn't really an Olympic athlete. I hadn't trained for this all my life. My legs were getting tired and I knew I couldn't hold off cumming too much longer.
But I wanted to finish my fuck. I kept my cock buried deep in Billy and helped him bend over, folded on himself until his knees were practically on his shoulders. His ass, with my cock buried in it, pointing straight toward heaven.
I swung around so I was facing away from Billy. My legs were spread wide directly over Billy's ass. My cock in his hole. My head was pointing away from Billy's. This is what I always called a backward fuck.
"How does that feel?" I asked as I made a short in and out stroke with my cock, which was bent at a fierce angle.
"Go for it!" Billy said. And I did. I started to fuck him. I wished I could have seen his face, but in this position I couldn't. I knew from his moans I was hitting his prostate again and again. I felt like I was plowing new ground inside him. Tearing him up. Packing him full of cock. My cock. I felt huge inside him. He made me feel so good!
It must have been good for him because before too long I could feel him tense. Hear the sound of his moans change. When he tried to cry out "Fuck me!" his voice cracked and went high.
I knew he was really close. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of his hole. Paused. Stayed completely still. Completely silent.
Billy finally started to say, "What are . . ." And with that I drove my cock deep into him, using my weight, my position, the heft of my hard cock. All of my skills as a super fucking athlete. I drilled as deep as I'd ever been in him. Then I started to grind my cock still deeper into his hole.
Billy groaned in a voice between pleasure and pain. That's when I knew he was cumming.
I quick pulled out. I thought I heard his hole snap shut as I spun around. I could see cum pouring from Billy's cock. There was jizz all down the front of him. His thick, hot jizz. It was on his face and neck and all over him.
I grabbed his ankle in one hand and his cock in the other. I started jerking his cock as he continued to cum. I managed to work my own aching cock into my grip so I could jerk both our cocks together.
My cock felt the heat and slime of Billy's orgasm. My eyes saw his jizz all over his face and body. My nose smelled the smells of sex. It was all too much to resist.
I tensed. My legs almost cramped as I felt my cock swell even more. I knew the heat was rising in my body as my cum began to churn and rise. Ready to explode. I started cumming. As I did, I collapsed onto Billy, trapping our cumming cocks between us. I humped against his cock and pubes. The underside of my cock slipped off his and worked itself against his cum-slimed abs.
We started to kiss as our orgasms subsided. When I had caught my breath a bit, I rose up enough to slip my cock back inside Billy's ass. Where it belonged. Where it felt so good. I knew I was still leaking cum. And knowing I was leaking into his ass, plus the feel of being back inside Billy, made me almost completely hard again.
"That was fucking awesome!" Billy said. "I think I may be crazy."
It took me a minute to realize what he meant. When I did I knew we had completely connected that night. "I love that it's the two of us," I said. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that and that I never forget it."
"I love you," Billy said, "and you can be sure I'll never let you forget it."
"And you can be sure . . ." There was a tap at the door that stopped me mid-thought. Before I could say or do anything, I heard the door open a little.
I rolled a little to the side to see who it was. I was still buried in my boyfriend's ass. Still covered in our fresh cum. I wasn't really ready for visitors.
"It's just me," said a timid little voice I knew immediately as Tom's. "I could hear you in the living room and thought it might be safe to come in now. Are you guys done? Can I come in?"
I looked at Billy, who gave me a little nod and a smile. I understood right away.
"Are you alone?" I suddenly thought to ask.
"Yeah," Tom said, like of course.
"Sure, come on in," I said. I tried to roll off Billy in such a way that it wasn't completely obvious that I still had my hard cock in his ass. Not like we had much to hide from Tom after all we' done this past week. "What's up?" I asked.
"Well, Joe's sound asleep and I've been listening to you guys in here make a ruckus. I couldn't sleep listening to you guys fucking. I just didn't want to be awake by myself any longer. I thought it might be OK to come in and stay with you guys for a little while."
Billy scooted a little bit away from me and patted the bed between us as a sign to Tom to join us. I patted it too. As I did I realizing just how damp it was. Soaked with our sweat from fucking and probably our cum too. I guess it didn't really matter.
Tom climbed up on the end of the bed and settled in between us.
"Need some cum?" Billy asked, scooping cum off his own chest and wiping it on Tom's in a playful gesture.
That's when the next round of fun began. I won't go into details. I think those days are behind us now. But I can tell you that before the three of us fell asleep that night, we had all cum again in one writhing three-way orgasm with our hands and mouths and cocks and minds all thoroughly enjoy the moment.
We slept in a tangle of limbs as our cum and sweat dried on us.
It was still dark when I realized Tom was freeing himself from our sticky bed.
"What?" was all I could manage to say to Tom in my groggy state.
"I need to go back to Joe. "He promised he'd make love to me when we woke up this morning. So please, sleep in. I don't think he needs or wants an audience."
Tom slipped quietly from our room and back to Joe. Just as we had planned and hoped he would.
"You know," Billy said as he rolled over and kissed me. "That sounds good to me too. Why don't you make love to me when we wake up in the morning? Long and slow and gentle. I don't think we'll be needing an audience."
I reached for his cock. It was hard, of course. So was mine.
"Why wait?" I said. "There's never a better time for love than now." The End
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This concludes 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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