The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 3 From Billy's viewpoint
I awoke the next morning to the feel of cool air on my shoulders. I quickly realized the top sheet, which I'd been using to keep me warm, was being pulled slowly off me. By who else? Justin, of course.
He was standing beside our bed and seemed to be grinning down at me. As I looked up at him, his form was amazing to see with the morning light behind it. His strong shoulders tapering down toward his trim waist were shown to advantage in the tight T he was wearing.
As my eyes stared up at Justin, my mind was abuzz with a crazy mix of thoughts and images. It was a jumbled instant of awakening, as my still hazy mind was assessing my surroundings.
I saw a sort of taunting expression on Justin's face. His mouth was moving. I heard him saying, "You said you didn't want to squander another Sunday. So I'm waking you up before I leave."
Almost as soon as the semester had started, Justin had gotten in the habit of getting up early each Sunday and going to his studio space where he could usually work for a few hours before anyone showed up to disturb him.
True enough, I had said I didn't want to squander another Sunday. I am prone to sleeping in when I can. But this was a little too early and I told him so.
"I thought you might say something like that, so to make sure you don't go back to sleep . . ." Justin paused. He was holding the edge of the sheet that he had pulled off me up to his chest. As I lay there completely naked, Justin grinned real big and let go of the sheet. It drifted to the floor at his feet.
I could see then that he was naked from the waist down. His hard cock, all nine magnificent inches of it, was thrusting out from under his longish T-shirt. Just a little of his pubes showing. His nut sack looked pretty tight. A fucking amazing sight to wake up to. And I was fully awake now.
His cock was oozing pre-cum and, I thought, it looked slightly red. Like he'd been jacking it hard. Probably just moments before he woke me.
"So what do you expect to do with that?" I asked Justin, gesturing toward his cock.
"Oh, nothing much." He reached down and started to rub some of the slick ooze leaking from his cock lips all over his cockhead. Slowly twisting his palm back and forth around his cockhead. With that natural lube in place, he started to jack it. Sliding that skin jacket up and down his long, long and very fucking hard shaft.
He was moaning in a matter of second. Thrusting his hips and getting up on his toes. His hard cock looked amazing. Amazingly large. His whole body was straining and I knew he was about to cum.
"Wait a minute!" I yelled.
"Too late, sleepy head," he said, his voice raspy with sex. His breathing strained. I saw his nuts pulled up tight. Then he arched his back. Pushed his hips out toward me as far as he could. And came. A long, thick load of fragrant stringy gray cum that landed on my right nipple and stretch down to my navel. The feel of his hot cum landing on my sensitive nip was almost stinging. But fucking great.
It was so amazing to see Justin cum. I was so fucking glad it was on me. I could feel its warmth on my body. Marvel at its volume. Inhale its fruity scent.
I think I let out a little "Ahhhhh" of appreciation. Justin let out a little grunt of animal lust. And he kept on stroking his cock. Pumping it with purpose and determination. Before it fully registered in my brain what was sure to follow, more cum rained down on my chest, my abs, all over my crotch. My pubes were soaked. His warm cum was running down from my shoulder and into my armpit, where it felt a little clammy.
I tried to reach up, grab his cock, and aim it somewhere else. But he knocked my hand away and laughed. When he was finished, he squeezed and then shook the last of his heavy load. Letting it drip down onto the tip of my semi-hard cock. I was already pretty aroused by this unusual wake-up call.
"That ought to get your day started right. Now get up and enjoy it," Justin said as he reached down to pull up his jeans. I hadn't been able to see his jeans, as they were slumped down around his ankles. As he pulled them up, I could see they weren't even unbuttoned. He must have just pulled them down and now just pulled them up over his hard cock. Not showing the appropriate care, you'd expect. He just pulled his jeans right over his sticky cock and turned for the door.
He didn't notice a sizeable streak of cum running from a belt loop in front down into one of his front pockets. I didn't tell him.
"Thanks! Cum again soon," I called after him. And then more quietly to myself I added, "I think."
I lay there. Just enjoying the feel of his warm cum splashed across my chest and abs. It wasn't like when I came on myself. I didn't shoot like Justin. When I shot a load, my cum was more like a lake near my cockhead. A big fucking lake. But still a lake.
Justin's cum was more like a power spray. Big long streaks and splashes. All over the fucking place. I loved it.
I breathed in deeply, smelling the fruity scent of Justin's cum on me. I think the smell of his cum was changing. Not just the smell, but its taste too. Ever since we'd moved here. It must be the diet. I still liked it just fine. But it was different.
My cock was fully hard now. As I stared down at it, I made it bob up and down, loving the feel of its weight. Watching a long ribbon of my pre-cum dangle down to mingle with Justin's cum. I couldn't hold off any longer.
I ran my hand across my chest getting it fully coated with Justin's jizz and then I started to slowly twist my slick palm back and forth around my cockhead. I thought I'd been fully hard when I started. I was wrong. I was still getting harder. The way I usually only got when Justin was deep fucking me.
I could swear I was getting thicker, too. I mean I really think my cock was still developing. Still growing. Mostly getting thicker. I liked that idea and studied how my fingers fit around it. As I started to stroke my long shaft, I realized my fingers didn't comfortably touch my thumb anymore. As often as I had jack off, you'd think I know exactly how my fingers reached around it. But I guess I didn't. I could touch them now, but only if I squeezed.
If I was still getting thicker, how thick could I get? I hoped I'd end up with a cock as fat as a fucking beer can. I wouldn't mind if it got a little longer, too. But that didn't seem to be happening. Too bad for me. I guess I'd have to live with eight fucking inches.
I started thinking of other guy's cocks I'd seen. Some on XTube. Or JUB. Some in person. And then I thought of Justin's cock. Justin's cock as he sprayed me minutes before. Justin's cock fucking me but good last night. And then the whole string of events started to tumble out of my memory. But backwards in time. From Justin and me making love in bed last night. To the surprise cum shower Justin gave me while I watched Idaho2457's fucking fantastic vids. To all the shit that did and didn't happen at Phil and Todd's. All the way back to . . .
Oh, yeah. I stroked my raging hard-on as I thought of Todd and me sitting in that bar. Watching each other toy with our hard cocks through our jeans. I wanted to blow a load so bad right then and there. Todd had been so fucking hot last night.
As I started to jack my meat harder, my nuts on the road to the point of no turning back, I suddenly remembered Justin's breakfast talk.
That brought my jerk-off session to a sudden stop. Mid stroke. In a matter of seconds I was overwhelmed by the memories of all that had happened that weekend. For good. For bad. Just for the pure sex and fucking fun of it. But it was all too much. Too fast. I couldn't process it. I couldn't even think how to start figuring it all out.
I licked some of Justin's cum off my right hand. Too confused to enjoy the flavor. The texture. The smell.
I picked up my cell phone off the side table and said, "Call Jess." I heard the ringing noise start.
Jess would know what I should do.
After a few rings I heard the clicking sound. "Hi, Billy. What are you doing up so early?"
"Oh, I'm still in bed. But I guess you could say I'm up, you know." I sort of laughed as I looked down at my semi-hard slimy cock. Even as I spoke to Jess, I started slowly jacking again. I felt comfortable now. Safe. Even sexy. Jess would help.
"So you're still in bed with morning wood and you call me? Where's Justin?"
"He just left to go work in the studio. Just like every other Sunday morning."
"So Justin gone. You must want somebody to give you a nudge getting off," Jess said in obvious jest.
"It's a little messier than that," I said.
Jess caught the sound of the joke in my voice. "You mean you're a little messier than that? So you've jerked off and made a big mess already. What? Am I supposed to clean it up over the phone? What am I supposed to be? Your cum rag?"
"No, I haven't jerked off. Not yet. Justin jerked off and sprayed his cum all over me to wake me up and then just walked out."
"That's some wake-up call. Was he mad at you?"
"No, no," I said. "Not at all. It was just Justin being playful and funny. So now I'm laying here. Covered in Justin's cum. Jerking off thinking about a lot of shit that's happened in the past day or so. And I just can't get my head around it."
I started to explain to Jess how I was feeling Friday night before Justin and I went out to meet Phil and Todd. About meeting up with Phil and Todd. Then I started, I don't know, going into this really detailed description of me and Todd getting off on each other in the bar. I didn't really mean to tell Jess so much detail, but I couldn't stop the images from running through my head. I could feel the same ache in my cock that I had felt that night as my cock strained in my pants. I was getting as fucking turned on as I had been in the bar talking to Todd. My pre-jizz was really flowing as I told Jess about every little hand movement. Every twitch of Todd's cock. Every subtle little comment Todd made.
I could tell Jess was getting into it, because he stopped asking questions. He was just listening as I described how we both got hard just watching each other and all. And then the images started to get too vivid for me as I told Jess how my cock throbbed. The feel of the denim on my cockhead. How Todd stared at me.
Before too long, I was having trouble talking. My voice kept catching as I tried to tell Jess how Todd's cock looked so fucking perfect in his jeans. Pressing against the fabric. His finger stroking up and down the outline of his amazing cock. So long! So fucking hot and . . .
I groaned and shuddered.
"You fucker. You're gonna cum, aren't you?" Jess said. "Are you cumming now?"
All I could say in return was, "Ahhh!" as the urge that had started deep in my nuts roiled up through my crazy aching cock and I blew my load. "Fuck!" I loved the feel of my cum flowing all over my cock and hand and balls. Another flood of cum. The release was amazing. The sensation of cumming. My cock expanding. Exploding. Shooting that first load. And then the ungodly pleasure as the rest poured from my cock lips.
"Goddamn, Billy. What a sex pig you are. This guy must be really hot."
My voice caught in my chest as I tried to say "Uh huh." But I was so into my cum that I couldn't quite get it all out. I was completely spent.
"So you called me to have a little phone sex this morning. So you could get me all worked up and blow a load of your cum to mix with Justin's. You're so lucky to have a guy like Justin you can fuck anytime. But why call me to have phone sex?" Jess asked.
"No," I said, regaining my composure. "It just that . . ."
"Hang on a minute," Jess interrupted. I heard him set the phone down. I could hear him moving around. I knew what he was doing. That fucker was propping himself up to blow a load straight into his mouth. I could hear it like I was there. He was groaning and I could hear the pump, pump, pump of his hand on his cock. Muffled and away from the phone I could hear him say, "Oh god," in a very deep, strangled voice. Then there was complete silence.
But very quickly came that unmistakable sound of a guy going over the edge. I could picture Jess perfectly, pumping his hard cock. Pointed straight at his mouth. His cockhead wet from licking and sucking with his own tongue and mouth. Stroking. Shooting. Cum firing from his cock lips. Sucking a load of his own cum down his throat. He was a lucky fucking dude. I so wish I could suck my own dick.
After we'd both sort of pulled ourselves together I tried laying things out for Jess as best I could. I told him how I thought at first Justin really wanted things to be the way they used to be. But then there was his breakfast talk.
I was pretty sure after hearing his little talk that it was just his way of saying he wanted to change our limits. I think, whether he'll admit it even to himself, that he really wants to fuck Phil. Or at least have us put on a fuck show for Phil and Todd. I guess he's just not satisfied with one guy. Not satisfied with me and what we have, He seems to need something more and I don't know how to give him that.
I told Jess I didn't see why things couldn't just be the way they were. He asked a lot of questions and I really thought he was starting to understand what I was going through and what I needed to have happen.
He acknowledged all the shit I was going through. Then he said, "You know, Billy, things change. Think how things were when I first told you I thought I was gay. We've had about a million different ways of relating to each other since then. If we had to turn the clock back to some past point in time and freeze the way we deal with each other today to match the way we were dealing with things then, we wouldn't still be friends today.
"Look, you call me up and tell me this stuff and we both get off and then we talk. That's not who we were back in those days. It's who we are now and it pretty damn good, I think. We're still best friends. We still turn to each other when we need help. But we deal with each other a lot differently now than we did then. I think that's what Justin is trying to say and I think it makes a lot of sense.
"Don't you get that?" Jess asked.
I didn't get it. Not at all. It pissed me off that my best bud was taking Justin's side.
"So I guess you think I should say it's OK if Phil wants to fuck him in the ass. I guess I should hold Phil's cock while he shoves it up my boyfriend's ass. Maybe you think Justin and I should start putting on public fuck shows for anyone who wants to watch. That crap doesn't make any sense.
"Justin and I are boyfriends and real boyfriends don't do that kind of fucking shit. He and I agreed to that!"
I don't remember much else about the conversation, except Jess kept saying I didn't understand what he was saying. "You guys just need to talk this stuff through. Keep an open mind. Try to listen to what he needs and try to explain what you need." Jess must have said that shit a dozen times.
Finally I just told him, OK, I got it. Then I hung up. Kinda pissed. No, really fucking pissed. At Jess. And at Justin.
Fuck me!
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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