Date: Wed, 03 Jun 2009 00:08:56 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew - Chapter 20 Part 2

Chapter 20 -- Part II
From Justin's viewpoint


When I came back about five or 10 minutes later, Billy was already
nervously pacing around my mom's car. I took his hand and told him to come
with me.

The questions flowed out of him again, but I brushed them off, making
straight for Mike's place. When we reached the door, I told Billy to close
his eyes. I opened the door and warm candlelight and soft music poured into
the hallway where we stood.

"Open your eyes," I said as I led him into the apartment.

He looked around with an expression of wonder. "Where is everyone else?"

"We're everyone else. It's just you and me and candlelight and soft music
and all the time we need. I love you so much." I paused, hoping for the
simple response I had imagined I would hear. But Billy said nothing.

A little flustered and feeling a little hurt, almost rejected, I finally
said as upbeat as possible, "Do you like it?"

"Where are we? . . . I mean, fuck, yes, I love it. . . . So where are we?"

"It's Mike's new apartment. He's out of town for the weekend and he said I
could use it for a few days."

He threw his arms around me and kissed me, almost toppling the two of us. I
kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me. Our tongues were dueling in
the warmth of our opened mouths, exploring, playing, probing. Our hands
were rubbing and squeezing and touching. Our crotches were grinding against
each other. Each of us already so hard. So horny. So hot. So ready.

I broke away from Billy's grasp and stood with my arms on his shoulders,
holding my stallion of a boyfriend at arms length. I looked him up and
down. God, did I like what I saw. From his brown boyish hair. To his goofy
fucking grin. To his fantastic chest and abs. To his bulging boner. Oh, how
I loved that glorious cock and the way it thrust itself against the fabric
of his pants, straining to reach me. I know I should talk about his
fabulous swimmer's legs next, but the truth is I never got past admiring
his cock. His big, hard, long cock. And what plans I had for it that night!

"I think I love you even more," he said. I almost fell backwards at the
impact of his words. It was the first time he'd said those magical
words. My breath caught in my chest. I completely lost track of where I was
in my well-choreographed plans. I hugged him and kissed him and looked deep
into his eyes.

I could tell he realized how important this was to me. He gently asked me
in his sexiest voice, "What do we do now?"

"I think I'd like to undress you, if that's OK."

Billy just nodded.

I dropped my arms from his shoulders and kissed him gently on his lips and
then unbuttoned the top button on his
shirt. Slowly. Deliberately. Gently. I kissed his neck where the shirt
opened. Another button and I kissed a little lower. One more button and I
was able to lick his right nipple, sucking it in between my lips. Giving it
a little love nip with my teeth. That's why they call them nips, isn't it?
And then on to his left nipple.

I loved the way Billy tasted. And smelled. The firmness of his pecs. The
warm glow of his skin. The heat of his body. His breath as he gasped at
each new sensation.

"I think I'm gonna fucking cum," Billy said as my tongue toyed with his
nip. I could tell he was getting weak in the knees.

"You better not cum yet. I've got other plans for you first."

Billy took a deep breath. "I'll try. Just give me a minute."

I could see his huge, beautiful cock twitching in his pants. His wet spot
getting bigger and bigger. Rings of dried pre-cum could be seen all over
the front of his pants from all the times Billy had gotten excited earlier
this evening.

I gently stroked his hair. His neck. His shoulders. Giving him time to get
control. To let that churning urge in his nuts subside. God, I knew how
hard that could be.

"OK," Billy finally said.

I began unbuttoning his shirt again, running my hands over his smooth abs
and around his powerful sides and back. I pulled the shirttails from his
pants. One shirttail was brushing up against the underside of his cock as I
pulled it out. It made Billy groan in pleasure as the fabric slid against
his straining cock. The friction almost triggering an unplanned orgasm.

The shirttail, once freed, was soaked in Billy's pre-cum. I put it to my
nose, inhaling deeply before putting it in my mouth to suck out the sweet
pre-cum he had left there. All the while staring into Billy's loving eyes.

I slid his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the living room
carpet. I led Billy into the master bedroom with its king-sized bed. More
candles and aromatic scents designed to arouse only one sense -- lust!

I had Billy sit on the bed and removed his shoes and then his sox. I licked
each foot and sucked on his toes. Neither of us was into foot fetish that I
knew of, but I didn't want to miss a thing. I found sucking his toes was
indeed erotic and so I took my time.

Again I took Billy's hand and asked him to stand in front of me.

"What about you?" he asked.

"This is about you," I said and let the back of my hand graze the full
length of his raging boner where it pressed against his pants, urgently
needing to be freed. I kissed his lips. "About you," I repeated.

I unhooked his belt and slipped it from the belt loops, letting it drop to
the floor with his shoes and sox. I unfastened the button at his waist and
unzipped his pants, again making sure my hand rubbed up against his hard,
hot cock. As I opened the fly to finally free his beautiful eight-inch
cock, I let his pants slip to the floor.

I bent down and lapped the copious, clear, sweet pre-jizz that was rolling
out of his cock lips. Another raspy groan came from deep within Billy. I
was so crazy for this man.

I sat him on the edge of the bed. He leaned back and propped himself up on
his elbows. The skin was stretched tight over the helmet-like shape of his
swollen cockhead. It was the deepest reddish/purple I had ever seen it. The
tip of his cockhead pressed against his abs well above his navel. Pre-cum
pooled at he tip. It was a beautiful thing to behold.

I finally started to undress myself. A slow, undulating striptease I had
practiced in front of the mirrors in my bathroom, usually ending with my
cum spraying all over their reflective surface, spraying all over the image
of myself. But as I had rehearsed, I was always imagining it was Billy in
the mirror. Not me. It was Billy I was cumming on. Not just my
reflection. Not just a mirror.

I was so hot doing this striptease for real in front of Billy that I feared
I might cum just sliding my pants over my butt and off my hips. I had to
pause for a moment. My mammoth cock so hard it barely moved from its rigid
pose, jutting from my newly trimmed pubes. A rocket ready to blast off. My
nut sack pulled up so tight it threatened to disappear altogether. Each big
nut pulled up tight on either side of my cock.

I closed my eyes and let my head loll back until I regained
control. Shortly I knew I was ready to go on.

"Billy, lay on your back in the center of the bed. Just try to relax and
follow my lead." I talked like a man with experience, not the boy I really
was, giving up my virgin ass to the man I loved. This was what I wanted. I
hoped this was what Billy wanted, too.

"Do you trust me?" I asked

"Like a rock," Billy said. I didn't have a clue, but if it worked for him,
it worked for me. "Like a rock," I repeated.

When Billy was situated, I climbed on the bed, too. I straddled his trim
waist, a knee on either side. My ass above and slightly in front of his
cock. I wanted his cock so bad.

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

I reached down and scooped up the plentiful pre-cum from Billy's stomach
and worked it into the entry to my ass. I felt those special muscles open
to my fingers' touch and I eased two fingers easily into my ass. My
practice was paying off. Now three fingers. In and out.

I groaned and Billy's eyes were fixed on mine, but I knew he was taking in
everything that was happening, just as I was.

I pulled my fingers out and let Billy lick them clean. I bent down. Put
both hands behind Billy's neck and raised his head to kiss his full lips. I
slipped my tongue between his warm, soft lips and into his mouth just as I
lowered my butt onto his hard waiting cock. Without breaking our kiss, I
freed one hand to guide him into me. His cock was so hot and hard in my
hand. The feeling was electric, as though his cock and my brain were wired
directly together through the sense of touch. And in a move so natural you
would have thought we'd been lovers for years, I settled onto his cockhead
and almost instantly it popped through and rested just inside my sphincter.

He pulled his head free of our kiss to ask, "Does it hurt?"

"No," I said. "And you?"

"It's fucking fantastic." We both laughed at his unintended word play.

"Try not to cum yet. I know we can't last too long, but let me know if
you're going to cum."

He nodded his agreement and I settled down farther onto his cock. Slowly
lowering myself until his full hard eight inches were buried deep inside
me. His cock felt so hot. So big. I felt it twitch. So hard. So long. I
pushed down to bury it still deeper inside me. I loved it. Billy's cock was
buried deep inside of me and I loved it. The way it felt. The way I knew it
made him feel. Nothing in the world compared.

I rocked gently back and felt his cock grow even bigger. Billy moaned. I
moaned. My stiff cock drooled with the pleasure. Oh, fuck. Let me ride this
meat rocket to the moon. I want to die happy with Billy's cock up my ass.

Then I slowly started to raise myself off his cock a little. And then
down. And up and down and . . . Each stroke a little longer. A little
harder. On the third stroke his hard cockhead hit my prostate and I tensed
with the intensity of the pleasure that it gave. God fucking yes.

"There, oh there. That's it, Billy, that's it. Heaven. Fucking heaven." And
I pushed myself down on his cock to repeat the pleasure his cock was giving
me.

My eyes were rolling up in my head and my toes were curled tight as I heard
Billy say, "Fucking Jesus, Justin, I'm gonna cum . . . NOW!"

With that I could feel his cum pumping into my ass like warm lava. Flowing
into me, filling me and filling me again. So hot it seared my innards. I
loved it so much. Loved him so much.

Even as Billy kept unloading his days of pent-up cum deep inside me, he
reached out and stroked my throbbing cock twice with a grasp so firm and
knowing. I could feel the surge of cum boiling, roiling, rising up in my
hard, thick, long cock. The start of my mighty orgasm created a powerful,
almost overwhelming rush of sensations. The focus of all my attention was
now on my nuts and my cock. I felt like my cock was enormous. A pulsing
appendage powerfully thrusting itself out in front of me. And then the
first spasm. I could feel the cum as it gushed up my cock and I
came. Fucking god almighty. Fuck! A powerful cum like I'd never known. The
first load landed on Billy's lips. The second cleared his head
entirely. Seven or eight more powerful volleys of my cum flew
everywhere. Thick strings and globs of cum. Covering everything with the
rich, thick juice I'd been building up for days. Billy's powerful cock,
throbbing and plowing deep inside of me, had freed it. Fucking ass on fire
I love it!

As my flow of cum eased to a dribble, I leaned forward and licked some of
my cum from Billy's face and kissed him deeply. He sucked my cum in and
sucked my tongue with it. I repeated the kiss again. And again.

His wonderfully long cock, as hard and strong as ever, was still buried in
my ass, and it felt completely right. It was like I was meant to have this
monster cock buried in me. It's what I was born to do. My true calling was
to be fucked by Billy.

I could feel his cum oozing out of my ass and trickling round my balls. I
realized the bed sheets under us were wet with his cum. What a wonderful
mess.

"How was your first time?" I asked.

"Perfect. You did it perfect. I loved it. . . . I love you. Was this the
party?"

"This was the party. You were the guest of honor. I love you, too."

"You're still hard," Billy said in a tone that was part statement, part
question. He wrapped his palm around my cock and stroked its nine-inch
length once slowly. From base to tip. Some of my cum, which had been
clinging to the shaft of my cock, collected in the crux between his thumb
and index finger. He licked my fresh cum from his hand. "You taste mighty
good today, boyfriend." He offered me a taste, which I gladly accepted.

I licked the last bit of my cum from my lips and said, "You're still hard,
too." I flexed my ass muscles, tightening them around his cock to further
make my point. "Still very hard, aren't you?"

"What should we do about it?" Billy asked.

"I've got an idea, if you're game."

"Go for it," Billy said as he pulled his cock from my ass. "I've still got
the better part of five days of cum just dying to get out." He wrapped both
his hands around his cock and made a show of squeezing it tight and jacking
it a few times. It bulged even bigger in his tight grip. Turning a fierce
red. The blood swelling it obscenely. Fucking god, this is great!

"Let me lend you a hand," I said and we hugged, rolling back and forth
together across the cum drenched sheets, laughing and rubbing and kissing.

So far, so good, I thought.

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTES: The names and some other identifying information in
thisstory have been changed to conceal the identities of the characters
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