Tom and Josh

Copyright (c)2013 Josh Jango

Tom and Josh on Convention - part 3

We had a date the next night to party with those girls from the other convention. We hadn't been there even a full day yet and already we had some hot fun planned for the very next night.

As soon as we got all that arranged with the girls, Tom and I went out and found a store that would sell us more liquor. We figured we might not have time to go tomorrow, to slip away for supplies before we met up with the girls. We bought some condoms, too - no need to get anybody pregnant. We were prepared to party!

We went up to the top floor to check out the roof again. The view of Chicago and Lake Michigan from up there was fantastic. It was a perfect place to take the girls for some romantic talk and some righteous fucking. Hell, yes, I was horny enough to fuck anything, even a girl.

All this preparation for what held all the promise of being a wild fuck-session the following night left both of us pretty horny at the end of the first day. We were back in our room, talking about it and walking back and forth shucking our clothes, getting ready to call it a night. We were down to just our underwear, and both of us had big boners. Our stiff cocks pushed out against the thin white fabric of our briefs. I could see the outline of his cock perfectly, and I stared at it for minutes at a time. Hell, I couldn't hardly take my eyes off it.

He didn't mind me looking. We both liked to show hard. We'd seen each other hard plenty of times before. He said he couldn't wait to lick and nibble on the one named Tracy until she was so hot she'd beg for his cock, all seven hard inches of it! It seemed more like eight inches to me last night, but in any case, looking now at his hard cock inside those briefs made my dick stiffer than ever.

I don't know which of us was hornier. My dick was aching to bust loose from my underwear, and it stayed that way. Couldn't go soft. Every time my mind would start to wander to something else, here would come Tom walking by with his dick so damned hard it looked like it was trying to pull down his underwear all by itself. I'd picture it in action and then my own hard rod would just get harder, if that was possible.

I was beginning to wonder how the hell I was going to get through this night without jacking off. At least six months had passed since Tom and I last beat off together. Had it occurred to him since then to wonder if maybe it was a little queer to jack off together? That's why I didn't want to be the one to suggest it. What if he turned me down?

On the other hand, even if he had thought about it, he might have decided it didn't matter. Tom was less inhibited than me, more carefree. Maybe I was worrying for nothing. Actually, he'd been so busy fucking Fran for the last half year he probably hadn't had time to think about anything else. In any case, I didn't expect to be the one to suggest another jerk-off session together. I cared too much about what Tom thought of me to stick my neck out, I guess.

I almost did say something, though, when he started getting a wet spot in his briefs at the head of his dick. He was walking back and forth with his toothbrush or whatever the fuck was in his hand, but what I was looking at was the waistband of his underwear pushed out at least an inch and a half from his belly by the stiff head of his cock, which was almost peeking out - that's how hard his dick was. His underwear was wet, and I was speechless. I couldn't think what to say about it. His dick was leaking, and I was in a daze, watching it. Pretty soon my dick clicked and started putting out the slippery stuff, too.

Then he said, "Josh old buddy, you ready to hit the hay? We've got another long day ahead of us tomorrow." He was standing by the light switch, ready to flick it off. I told him sure, go ahead.

He turned off the light. We didn't bother to close the curtains - we were up on the 15th floor, nobody could see in - so the lights from the city and the moon lit up the room well enough to see things clearly. He pulled off his briefs and his cock jumped out and stood up really stiff - I'm talking rigid. It bounced a little as he went over to put his underwear on top of the rest of his clothes, and it bounced a little as he came back to the side of the bed, but mostly it was so stiff it didn't move at all. Pulling the covers back, he looked like a marble statue come alive, but no marble statue's hard dick ever had sex-juices on its head glisten in the moonlight like this one did.

I took off my own briefs, and realized I was probably giving Tom the same kind of show with my juicy hard cock, but my sanity was just about gone by then. I got into bed next to him. He said, "G'night, Josh," with his voice slurred like he was already half-asleep.

I said, "Tomorrow we get some relief for these horny dicks we've got, right?"

But all I got for an answer from Tom was some quiet snoring. He was already asleep. Tom could sleep anywhere, I swear. Fireworks factory or steel foundry included. But for me, it was like the night before. I was too horny to sleep. I kept picturing Tom's huge boner, the way his wet briefs were pushing out with it as he had paraded around in his underwear for the last half hour, and the rock-hard cock that popped out when he'd finally stripped down naked and released it. Standing up free, wet, glistening in the moonlight. I could not get that hot little picture out of my mind, especially considering he and that dick were only inches away from me.

Eventually I gave up on sleep and raised my head up to look at him. He had stopped snoring, but I could tell by his deep breathing he was still fast asleep. His dick was up and rock-rigid, making a tent in the sheet that lay over us, and I thought to myself, Here we go again.

I very gently lifted up the covers and pushed them down to the foot of the bed. I couldn't resist this, and didn't want to. I lay back down and just watched our cocks throb back and forth for awhile, and then I rolled over on my side facing him. If he wakes up, I thought, I'll just pretend I'm asleep.

A repeat of last night's cum shoot-out was in the works, and my dick knew it. It started leaking steady again. I rose up on one elbow and started to reach toward Tom's pride and joy. But I brushed my fingers across his crotch hair first, and just at that slight touch of his bush he let out a moan. I drew my hand back and thought, Holy shit! Talk about a hair trigger!

Before I even started to reach over again, he let out another long, soft moan, his stiff prick jerked a couple of times, gave out a soft little click, and slippery pre-cum started flowing out the end of it again. Join the club, I thought.

But then he started to stir, and I thought he might be waking up, so really quick I got flat on my side again. He turned to lie on his side, facing me, and I shut my eyes and told myself: Whatever you do, keep your eyes shut for god's sake! Pretend to be asleep, pretend to be asleep!

He started talking. At first, it was mostly just quiet moans and stuff I couldn't make out, but then I heard, clearly, "Ooh yeah, ummm, yeah, oh babe. C'mere, baby, get up close, uhhhn, please . . ."

I opened my eyes in disbelief. It sounded almost like he was awake and talking to me! But no, he seemed to be in a deep dream state. I looked down at his cock, and it was covered with slickness. More was pouring out, and our stiff pricks lay side by side and within inches of each other, throbbing, leaking sex-juices onto the sheets.

I closed my eyes again and moaned out loud. This was too much!

Then Tom answered my moan with one of his. "Oohhhh! Mmmmm, c'mere, babe," he said, "come here . . ." and then I felt his arm reach around me.

I said right out loud, "This isn't happening!"

His hand curled around my lower back and firmly pulled my crotch up snug against his! Our slippery cocks were pressing hard against each other, and I almost came right then. I had to open my eyes again, and the first thing I saw was Tom's smiling face, but his eyes were closed, and he was still asleep as far as I could tell. Then he moved his arm up around my shoulders and pulled my whole body up tight against his, whispering, "Baby, baby . . ."

Here we were, our chests pressed together, his hair in my face, our cocks throbbing hard against each other, and Tom was whispering into my neck, "Baby, I want you so bad . . ." Then he started kissing me on the neck, up the side of my face, and then - Jesus! - right on my mouth! He brushed his lips over my face, over to my ear to nibble on that, and by this time I was in a fucking dizzy stupor. I lost control, totally.

We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed, tongues exploring everything, and I didn't think any longer about whether or not he was asleep. It didn't matter. We were totally involved in making love to each other hot and heavy, and I had never been this turned on in my life!

I'd never seen Tom this turned on before, either. He started moving his crotch around, making our rock-hard dicks slide over each other, and it was getting so slippery down there with our pre-cum juices and our sweat, we started making slurping-slipping noises as our bodies moved against each other.

Just about the time I thought I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, Tom moved back a little, releasing the pressure on our cocks. His dick sprung out straight, and he moved his body lower on mine so that his hard dick rested below my balls. Then he pushed closer again. His cock was so slippery it just popped right on in between my legs.

He let out a loud moan, like he was getting his nut. But no, after we lay like that for a half-minute or so, he started moving his cock in and out between my legs, pressing his body hard against my dick on each thrust. We were going at it, and I couldn't have held back if I wanted to.

Then he started thrusting harder, and he let out a long moan of ecstasy as he finally began shooting his load. With each thrust and each squirt he moaned louder, almost shouting by the time his spasms finally peaked and then started to slow up. He quieted down and he held me up close. He pressed my cock hard up against his abs and I let out a gasp and exploded. Cum shot out of my cock in thick spurts. I began to think I'd never stop. I believe I would have started crying if it had gone on longer. It felt so fucking great, like something had finally penetrated all the way to the deepest part of my dick and locked into it like a puzzle piece fitting into place.

Finally, though, we were through, I guess you could say. We just lay there, and my brain was too numb to have any thoughts at all. Just feeling - feeling our arms around each other, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine, our bellies, necks, thighs, and legs touching, smelling his hair in my face, feeling his bare feet pressing down on top of mine . . . I guess we stayed that way until I dozed off to sleep, and probably half the night, too.

I was the first to wake up in the morning. It took me a minute to realize where I was, and then memories of the sex we'd had started flooding into my mind like tidal waves. It had been so wild, so wild! My mind started racing. It wasn't any damned dream. I knew it really happened, all of it.

Tom was sound asleep at the moment. But I didn't know for sure he'd been asleep through the whole crazy thing last night. Could anyone sleep through something that wild? What would he say when he woke up?

And it was so good. Like, twice as good as I would have ever dreamed it could be. Two masculine guys like us, getting it on with each other like we did, it was a big step past just watching each other jack off. A giant, unexpected step. I'd imagined it plenty of times, hundreds of times, but I never expected it to happen.

Fuck, there wasn't anything wrong with it, though. Everything was right about it. It was incredible to remember the unrestrained sex we'd just had, how fucking fantastic it had been. Making love to Tom was so much better than I'd ever thought making love could be.

I left him asleep, gently got out of bed, and got into the shower. The hot water felt great. I started thinking, kind of like the way dreams begin to fade, that most likely Tom had been asleep through it all, dreaming about fucking Fran or maybe one of those girls we were going to meet that night. Yeah, no doubt, dreaming about one or the other. Images of the fuck-fest we were going to have with those two girls in just a few hours started passing through my mind, and in any case, my dick was already standing up stiff, its usual condition.

Then I heard Tom in the other room yell out, "Holy shit!"

What the fuck, I wondered. Then he came bursting into the bathroom - naked, of course - saying, "Josh! Do you know what time it is? It's fucking ten till ten! We already missed the nine o'clock shit, and we're gonna be late for the next one, too! Let me in that shower, man. We're gonna have to double up."

He slid the glass door open and slipped into the shower with me, and as he slid the door closed, it was suddenly very crowded in there. "We're gonna catch hell, you better believe it!" he said, as he pushed his way under the water. "If we're lucky, he won't put us on restriction. God, and all that partying we've got planned for tonight! Fuck! Fuck!"

Well, let me tell you, it was crowded - two people sharing a shower. But Tom was frantic, and when I finally realized what trouble we might be in with our advisor, I started hurrying, too. Our wet naked bodies were pressing against each other every time we moved, and it didn't help my cock go down at all. And I noticed Tom's dick got as hard as mine was from all the slipping and sliding against each other. But he was rushing too much to pay it any mind.

"I would have skipped the shower," he said, "but I had to wash all this cum off me. Jesus! Are you though, man?" He had his hand on the faucet, and I told him go ahead, turn it off. We were hurrying like madmen, and there was no time to talk about how all that cum had gotten on Tom's chest. Which I guess was a good thing, because I don't what I would have said. We toweled ourselves off and jumped into our clothes and ended up being only five minutes late to the ten o'clock workshop.

I, for one, had been ready to shoot another load in that shower, but I didn't get any relief for my hard dick again until that day was just about over. And believe me, that night was a story in itself. But I'm here to tell it, so, yeah, there's more to come.

• Josh

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