The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 2 -- Part II From Justin's viewpoint
Billy lay down beside me on his stomach. Naked. The way I like to see him best. I rolled over onto my hands and knees. Kneeling above him. Nuzzling his neck. Using my face to pushing his longish hair out of my way. My cum still damp in his hair. My smell all over him.
I'd marked my man with my cum and now I was claiming him. I kissed both ears. I started to massage his shoulders. I could feel the tension in him. I wanted him to relax and enjoy what was to come.
I worked harder on his shoulders with my hands and fingers. My lips made their way down his back. Tiny kisses. Butterfly kisses. That's what we'd called them as kids.
Billy's back felt smooth and warm on my lips. His skin so soft. I could sense the muscle just beneath it. It was so inviting. He was so inviting. I wanted to crawl under that skin. Invade his very muscles. To be inside him. With him. Making him feel just like me. And me like him.
My massage therapy and kisses didn't seem to be having the desired effect. Billy still lay there face down. Still tense. Still silent.
But when my lips reached the top of Billy's ass crack and my tongue began to probe closer to his hole, he sighed. Within a moment his ass had relaxed to allow me entrance. I could see the tension flowing from his body. His shoulders slumped into the bed. His neck finally allowed his head to fully rest on the sheets.
As my tongue began to probe his hole, Billy's butt muscles tightened and loosened. But in the end, he relaxed and welcomed the warm, wet probing I knew he loved.
I could feel the wrinkles of his sphincter on my tongue as I lapped and swirled and probed. I could smell his cum still wet and enticing from his recent jerk-off to Idaho's XTube performance. I could smell the musky scents of all the sex we'd had at Phil and Todd's. I loved that smell on Billy when we were making love.
Finally Billy was relaxed enough that I could start to really probe into his ass. It was opening like a flower for me. Letting my tongue in.
Within a few minutes my tongue was probing into his hole like I hadn't done in months. Billy was writhing and moaning. He was grinding his hard cock into the sheets. I had him turned on but good.
I took his hips in my hands and lifted. He understood immediately and raised his butt up to give me even better access. When I had him good and loose, I slipped my middle finger in up to the knuckle with no difficulty. I could feel the warm, damp walls of his asshole wrapped around my finger. It felt like he was almost sucking it with his ass.
"Flip over," I said in a calm and gentle voice. "I've got more for you."
He rolled over beneath me. I tried to kiss him on the mouth, but he turned his head at the last second. Billy reached down and grabbed his own hard cock in one hand. Making it all too clear what he wanted kissed. Sucked, too.
I didn't need encouragement. I took his cockhead between my lips. As my tongue played all around the hard helmet of his cock, my hand slid up and down his swollen eight inches. I could feel the veins bulging. I could smell his cum. I could feel the mass of his engorged and throbbing cock. Idaho had had his turn. Now it was mine.
All of this was turning me on more and more. I loved the smell of his cum. Our cum. The warmth of his cockhead in my mouth.
His cock felt perfect as I sucked it in. His hard cockhead rubbed back and forth against the roof of my mouth. My tongue played against the underside of his swollen cock. The base of his big hard shaft in my hand. I couldn't resist. Without warning I forced his cock down my throat. Deep-throating him in one smooth motion. Holding his cock buried in my throat. I didn't even feel the urge to gag.
I could feel that thick long cock pulse. And swell. And twitch. I could hear Billy moan. I thought he might be about to cum. And I didn't want that.
I pulled off, leaving his tormented cock wet and needing, aching and twitching. Rising above his abs. It looked beautiful. Even more beautiful than the cock in Phil's photos. And it was real. And right here for me to do with as I pleased.
Billy's throbbing, twitching cock was drooling its sweet clear ooze of pre-cum. It was such a handsome cock. No wonder I had been attracted to Billy. Even if we hadn't been drawn to each other for so many other reasons that I might never understand, the sheer wonder of his cock would have been enough to snare me.
Right then, before I let him cum, I wanted to fuck him. Wanted to show him that I loved him as I always had. Wanted to bury my aching cock where my tongue had so recently been. Wanted my hard cock held tight in his ass. Stroking and poking his pleasure spot. Proving that boyfriends stay boyfriends. They bend and they strain against each other, but they never . . .
"So are you going to fuck me or what? Justin, I need you in me. Now!" Billy's pleading and demanding voice interrupted my thoughts. There wasn't a trace of anger or confusion or resentment. Just need. The need to be fucked. And, I was petty sure, I could hear what I'd call love in his voice. If you knew Billy the way I knew Billy, it was probably as close as he was going to come that night to saying "I love you."
I helped him put his legs over my shoulders and lined my cock up with his sphincter. I gently pressed my aching cockhead against his hole and said softly, "Billy, I love you. I truly do."
"OK," he said in a flat, emotionless voice that I didn't recognize as his. But before I had a chance to ponder what that might mean, he pulled me in as he thrust his own hips toward me and buried my full nine inches up his ass in one swift move.
I held my cock there. Startled. Uncertain. Afraid he might have hurt himself. But soon I felt him flexing his muscles around my cock. Milking it. Oh my god! I had forgotten how good it felt to bury my cock deep in his ass. I took a deep breath to bring myself back to reality. The reality that I was fucking my boyfriend again.
"Now fuck me," he said. And smiled. "The way I like to be fucked."
This was pure Billy. My Billy. Horny Billy. Hot Billy. He wanted to be fucked. Slow and deep. But not too gentle. He wanted to feel me forcing the full might of my cock inside of him. He wanted to twist and turn on my cock. Probing deep. Poking his prostate.
He wanted to milk my cock until I could take it no more. Until my nuts pulled tight and my cock swelled and I spewed endless cum deep in his ass. My cum. Warm. And slippery. And burning. And soothing all at the same time. My cum surging into his ass with a feeling comparable to nothing else either of us had known. I knew the feeling of my cock sliding around in his asshole after I'd filled it with my cum. And that's where we were heading.
So I started. Thrusting. Slowly. Deeply. Firmly. I stopped from time to time to kiss him deeply. He let my tongue play in his mouth and slowly but surely began to return the playful, probing tongue action.
I played with his nips. I ran my hands across his abs. I muttered words of encouragement and endearment and raw lust. And then started sucking his tongue like I'd been sucking his cock not too long ago. He thrust it in and out of my mouth. Whatever barrier or limits Billy had when we started this, they had pretty well crumbled to the pleasures we were sharing.
He raised and lowered his hips. Twisted some from side to side. Maneuvered himself and us so as to have my thrusting cock probe every inch of his innards possible.
Billy was loving this fuck. I knew he was. I knew we were back. Things could be . . . No, things would be alright again.
"So good. So good." Billy muttered those words again and again as he worked my cock. I was fucking him backwards . . . my head toward his feet and his toward mine. My cock stretched down, almost painfully so. It put so much stretching pressure on Billy's ass, but this is what he seemed to want. Seemed to need. I worked his tight ass. We made love. Had sex. Fucked.
It went on and one and on. But I wasn't complaining. I wanted this as much as Billy did and my cock felt incredible. Very hard. Very powerful. Very deep in my boyfriend's powerful ass.
Every so often, I'd pull my cock out of Billy's ass and let him suck it for a minute or two. Tasting my pre-cum. Tasting his own asshole, It made the pleasure even greater for him. And for me. I knew that as he sucked me, his asshole was opening and closing. Needing my big cock back inside to stretch and probe and massage.
As I started fucking him again, I looked down at Billy. He was covered in sweat. His eyes were closed. His hair still matted with my drying cum. He looked so cute. So handsome. So good. So hot. I don't know why, but I started to lick his face. Kiss his eyes. I couldn't help myself. I was overtaken by the pure sex. Love. Need.
Then I heard that groan from deep within Billy. I reached down and felt his nuts, They were pulled up tight. The touch of my fingers on his nut sack made him tense. In a flash, I remembered so many things. Billy cumming on my ass on my scooter. Sucking him that very first time. Fucking him the very first time . . .
I looked down at his hard cock. He was stroking it with his hand. I saw a sudden surge of pre-cum flow from his cockhead, I knew he was about to cum. But in my mind, even as I drove my cock into Billy's ass and watched him jerk his cock, I was seeing Todd's cock buried deep in Phil's ass. And that image was firing my lust as well.
I struggled against the memory and glanced down at my own cock buried in Billy asshole. I could see Billy's ass lips wrapped around my thick shaft. In and out. In and out. I reminded myself this was not a memory or a fantasy. This was me fucking my boyfriend and lover.
Then Billy started to cum. As always it was like a lava flow. Hot and thick and unending. Pouring out of his cocklips and running over his knuckles. Flowing. It just kept flowing . As Billy came all over his abs, his asshole tightened around my own sensitive cock. I knew I was about to cum too.
"Cum! Cum in my ass," Billy's voice begged. "Fill me up with your hot, fucking cum." And he squeezed his ass muscles even tighter.
There was no stopping it. The surge had left my nuts and was traveling through my cock. In a flash I was exploding with cum inside Billy. I felt I was cumming so hard my cum would soon ooze from Billy's cock.
But his own cum continued to flow, urged on I was sure by the feeling of my fresh, hot cum being fired deep into his waiting ass. Powerful loads. One and then another and another . . .
I pumped my dick in and out in deep thrusts as I came. Billy's ass becoming more slick with my fuck juice with every stroke. This went on and on until finally I collapsed onto Billy. My cock still buried in his ass. My cum oozing from his butt. His cock trapped between us. Our abs awash in his cum.
Neither of us spoke. Neither of us needed to. We were back.
Billy hugged me tight and squeezed his ass muscles. Less forcefully this time so as not to force my cock out.
We kissed. Deeply. The scent of our cum. Our sweat. Our lust. It all filled our lungs. Intoxicating our minds. Bringing us memories of so many great fucks. So many times together. So many problems resolved. So much more life to live.
We lay like that just catching our breaths. Five minutes. Maybe more. At last we were relaxed and at ease. Entwined in each other. Awash in our cum. My cock still deep in Billy's ass.
"God fucking damn," Billy finally said. "We need to get a big fucking mirror. I want to be able to see your cock buried in my ass. Your cum running out around it. I want to be able to see it all. See everything. This is too fucking good to miss."
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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