The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy

By Hardreader2000 (H.R.)

Published on Nov 16, 2009

Gay

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 9 -- Part II From Billy's viewpoint

Tom was fucking everything up for me.

I was so upset with the shit that was going on. With last night. With Tom. With myself.

I tried to pull myself back together, but tears were running down my face. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Sorry about that, Todd. I just kicked that stupid fucker out of my house."

But how could I explain to Todd why Tom was even in my house. I'd heard the hurt and disappointment in his voice when I told him I thought maybe Tom had sucked me off. I didn't want to . . . I don't know. It was just really important to me right then to have Todd like me. For him to be my friend. Maybe I wanted more, but at that moment it seemed like it would be enough for him to think I was a good guy . . . and a good friend.

"Are you mad at me?" I finally asked, my voice hesitant.

"No, not mad. I'm . . . I was just a little worried about you. About what happened last night. I wanted to make sure you were OK."

"Thanks. I feel like shit, but I guess I'll be alright," I said. Then I remembered the pictures. "Can I come by so see what those pictures look like and what it is I have to deal with?"

"I can send the pictures to you. You can get them on your cell, right? Or I can email."

"Yeah," I said, "but I don't think I want to deal with this alone. Is it all right if I come over?"

"Sure. I'm not doing anything just now," Todd said.

We said goodbye and hung up.

About 30 seconds later, I realized I had no car. Fuck me, this wasn't my day.

I called Todd back and he said he'd come by my place. I didn't want to tell him, but the fact was I didn't want him there when Justin got home. So I asked if we could go back to his place for a while. I think he understood and said sure. He'd pick me up in 20 to 30 minutes.

I was exhausted and I hadn't done anything but talk on the phone. This was gonna be a long day for me.

I checked myself in the mirror to see what kind of piece of crap I looked like. It was about as bad as I thought. I washed my face and fucked with my hair. Changed clothes. I didn't want Todd to see me looking like crap. I didn't look great when I was done, but it would have to do. I decided to wait on the front steps, where I could get a little fresh air.

When I went out, there was Tom sitting on my front steps.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked him.

He looked up at me with big, sad eyes. Fucking god he was cute! But I was still pissed at him.

"Why the hell . . ." I started to yell at him and then realized people might be listening. I looked around and didn't see anyone else outside. I started again in a harsh, but much quieter, voice. "Why the hell did you suck me off in the bar last night in front of all those guys?"

"I thought you wanted me to," he said. He sounded sorry, apologetic and confused.

"So what the fuck happened. I want to know every little detail. And you better not lie to me," I said as I settled onto the steps. I was far enough away I could turn and look at him without being so close we touched. But we were close enough we could talk quietly.

"Well, what do you remember?" he asked.

"I remember pretty much everything up to Todd leaving. Then it gets kind of blurry. And I remember you jacking off at the table," I said.

"Yeah," he said, looking kind of sheepish. "I did. It was so cool. You'd been watching me as I played with myself and I could tell how into it you were. So I decided to go ahead and just jerk off. For you, I guess."

"You jerked off for me?"

"Yeah. I thought you wanted me to."

"What do you mean, I wanted you to?" I asked.

"You'd been staring at my cock while I'd been playing with it. Even if I asked you a question or something, you never looked at me. Just at my cock. It was like all you cared about. I wasn't having any trouble staying hard with you right there. And I didn't mind. I like guys to see me when I'm hard and, to tell the truth, you were the reason I was hard."

"What do you mean I was the reason?" I asked.

"I think you're really sexy and hot and shit. I knew you were with Todd and I knew that I didn't have a chance with you with him around. He's like the perfect dude. But once he was gone, I started thinking about how much I wanted you to rim me, lick all around my hole with that sexy tongue of yours.

"I just wanted to see your cock get hard and . . . " as he went on with this, I knew I should stop him, but he was stoking my ego and turning me on. The whole time he was talking he was rubbing and jerking his cock through his size-too-large cargo shorts. It didn't hit me at first that he was wearing a pair of my cargo shorts. A favorite pair. I like them because the fabric is so thin that you can see my cock clearly if it is up against the light-colored fabric. In Tom's case right now, it didn't matter because his cock was sticking straight up and the shorts fit loose enough he could just wrap his hand around it and stroke. I could pretty much see everything in a way.

I looked up and down the street to see if anyone was watching, but they weren't. So I didn't stop him. I let him ramble on.

He told me how he had gotten more and more turned on by me as we had sat at the table and how I had become more and more "playful" with him.

"We were sitting there and you were making all kinds of dirty talk to me," Tom said, remembering the night before. "You'd do shit like reach over and stroke my balls while I was jerking my cock, or you'd dab your fingers in the sweet pre that was running out my cocklips. Finally I just lost control and shot a mega load of cum.

"Man it ran all down my chest. I was covered in it. God, it felt good. So much better than earlier on the dance floor," Tom recalled. "And then you started to lick it up. I just leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling your sexy tongue on my nipples."

"Nobody ever told me my tongue was sexy before," I said.

"Well, it is. It's fucking hot, dude. I kept imagining that everybody was watching us. Your tongue lapping up all my shit. It was so hot!" Tom said. "Kyle and Trent wanted in on the action, but you told them to go find their own. After that, most everybody just left the two of us alone. At least until I talked you into dancing on the bar."

"And you really did suck me off, didn't you?" I had to hear it again. I was having a hard time getting my head around the fact that this had really happened to me. It was like I was living someone else's fucking life. Or nightmare.

"Yeah, I did. You were so fucking worked up. And in that flimsy underwear thing you were wearing. Your cock was just sticking up and everybody could see it like you were naked. Only it was sexier because you had on this little, gauzy nothing thing that was stretched all around your hard cock.

"I wanted you to remember me, but all these other guys had their hands all over you. So that's when I told you to come over in front of me and kneel down. Dude, when I took your cock in my mouth, it felt so good. You've got one fantastic cock. I'd been wanting to suck it all night. Your cockhead is about perfect. And I knew your rod would fill my mouth and throat perfect.

"When you knelt down in front of me, you couldn't have stopped me from sucking you if you'd tried.

"You were so worked up. As I sucked you, I was thinking of all those guys whose hands had been all over your cock just seconds before. I could sort of imagine that they were still feeling your hard cock even while it was in my mouth getting sucked. It was a fantasy come true.

"I bet I hadn't been sucking your pole for more than 30-40 seconds when I realized you were going to come. You kept saying, 'Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!' over and over.

"I wanted to taste your spunk, dude. I was so into you right then. I loved it that every guy there wanted to be me with their mouths on your cock. You were groaning and writhing around and shit.

"And then you started to cum. I swallowed and thought how great that was. You came a lot and it was so sweet like fruit or shit like that. I swallowed it and then realized you were still cumming. You just kept cumming. I started to choke on it and it was bubbling out my nose. I never had that happen before. It was gross, but kinda cool, you know?

"I tried to swallow as much as I could, but your cum kept coming out of your cock like a faucet or some shit like that.

"I was trying to swallow all I could and suddenly I realized another guy was trying to horn in. His mouth was next to mine on your cock and as I started to push him away, his tongue snaked into my mouth. He just slid it in between your cock and my lips. It was so fucking hot!

"So we were both licking and sucking and slurping on your rod. And then you started to get up, so I pulled off. I was just running my tongue around in this fucker's mouth as we swapped your cum back and forth. Fuck, dude, it was so hot!"

I was so turned on listening to Tom. It was like he was talking about someone completely different. Not talking about me. Like I really wished I had been there and seen it. Maybe even sucked that guy off, too. It was so weird that it was me he was talking about. It didn't seem fucking real.

As he finished telling me about it, it dawned on me he was jerking his cock through the shorts again and that we were in clear view of any neighbor looking out their window. I looked at the windows across the street from us and didn't see anyone.

When I looked back, he'd unzipped and fished his cock out of the shorts. He was sitting there just slow jerking.

"You can't jerk off out here," I said trying to sound harsh, but also to keep my voice down.

"I gotta get off man. It's too late to stop," he whined as he kept on stroking.

"Get in the fucking house," I said and opened the front door. We went in and he hardly missed a beat jerking off.

"Give me a hand here, will ya?" he asked.

I told him no. He could do it himself. But as I watched him jerk himself off, getting closer and closer, groaning and . . . you know what it's like . . . images of what he had just told me ran through my brain again and again. I was getting really hard myself.

Tom groaned and warned, "I'm gonna cum." And he did. All over the front of the shorts -- my shorts - he was wearing.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch his hard cock. Stroke his hot flesh. Make him cum even more. His warm, slick cum. His cock was covered in jizz. Still twitching with the overpowering sensation of a really hard cum.

Of course, that was just when Todd arrived. Fuck me. I was fucked whatever I did. I just couldn't win.

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I would love to receive comments on this story from readers. Email me at hardreader2000@aol.com

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/

The characters in this project are real. The names and some other identifying information in this story have been changed to conceal the identities of the characters described. The Copyright for this story is held by Hardreader. The story may not be reprinted or distributed elsewhere in print, electronically or digitally without the permission of the author.

While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And stay hard! -- H.R.

Next: Chapter 19


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