Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2010 09:50:34 -0500
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy, Chapter 16, Part 2

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 16, Part II
From Justin's viewpoint

Phil and Todd invited Billy and me to join them and go clubbing with some
of their friends Saturday night. It sounded like it would be fun. A chance
for Billy and me to hang with some guys our own age. Knock back a few
brews. Maybe even have a little fun. Maybe more than a little fun, knowing
how these guys liked to play.

It felt like we had our act together and that we were ready to party with
Phil and Todd again. We'd both been completely honest about how we felt
about them. Really how Billy felt about Todd. And, yeah, a little how I had
felt about Phil. We had our issues, but they were on the table. And it
wasn't like with Joe. Not even close.

We talked about it a couple of times after they asked us to join them and
decided we could "enjoy" ourselves with them. Do some shit. Mess
around. But no fucking! That was clearly off the table. Not with them. Not
in front of them. We could touch. Kiss. Stroke. Suck. As long as no one
said no.

We both felt pretty confident that after our night with Joe the previous
weekend, neither of us was likely to be too shy to speak up if they didn't
like the way things were going.

We were ready to party and have some fun. I didn't really know Phil and
Todd's friends, but from what they had said and what Billy had experienced
with them, good times were on the way.

I figured we were just gonna enjoy the night. See what came of it. Not get
too hung up on the past. Things were different now. We understood a lot
better than we had.

This was kinda what I had been looking for from the beginning. This was
what I had always thought Billy and I could enjoy together. It's why I
brought the subject up in the first place. We'd learned a lot trying to do
stuff with Joe. We realized that fucking around with other guys could be a
lot more complicated than we had figured. But it seemed like it was gonna
happen. It seemed OK. I could feel it.

I'd jerked off in the shower a couple of times earlier in the week,
imagining Billy and me finally just relaxing and letting our cocks free to
play with guys who liked it that way too. My favorite fantasy was a circle
jerk with me and Billy and Phil and Todd. So many beautiful cocks. Such
great bodies. I started thinking about it. Got hard. And came almost
immediately. Fuck I was ready.

Another morning, standing in the shower, hard like I always am in the
morning, I could clearly imagine Todd slow fucking Phil. Just for our
amusement and pleasure. Long, deep strokes with his picture-perfect
cock. Fucking Phil for what seemed like an eternity of pleasure. Thinking
about seeing them go at it got me hard. As I stroked my aching cock, I blew
a load before I realized how close I was. But that was what this was all
about, wasn't it? A chance to stretch out and get off with our friends. No
entanglements. Just fun. Friendship. And splat! A happy ending.


Late Saturday afternoon we got a text message from them. It should have
been telling us which club and when. Instead it said they couldn't make
it. They'd be back in touch to set something up another time.

I was really down about it. It was the second time I was supposed to go
clubbing with them and the second time it got cancelled.

Billy said we should go anyway. And that's how it happened.

We got to the club about 11. It was the same club where Billy had done his
"dance" that night. It was the only place we really knew to go. Billy
thought that was probably where Phil and Todd had planned to go
anyway. Maybe, he said, Kyle and Trent would be there.

It was a cool club and the music was right. We sat around for a half hour
or so sipping expensive beers. Cruising hot guys who weren't too shy to
show off their baskets. Man, some of these guys looked like they were
hung. I gotta say a lot of guys were showing hard. I couldn't stop
looking. They were walking around or just standing talking to other
guys. It was incredible to see.

On the dance floor there were more guys. Sweaty guys. Dancing. Oh my god
they were to die for. Plenty of eye candy everywhere I looked. And I was
looking.

We didn't know anyone in the place. And that was kinda getting me down.

Billy decided that it was our night out and we ought to dance. We don't
dance much but I love to. It so expressive. So freeing. So physical. So
sexual when you're doing it with the right guy. And for me, Billy is always
the right guy. And Billy was more psyched for it than me.

So we headed toward the dance floor. The music was just this techno beat
that's not really music as far as I'm concerned. Thumping so loud it feels
like it's actually moving you. Inside you. Jerking your body. Thrusting
your hips. And the next thing I knew we're dancing. Moving to this sound
wave that was pulsing through us.

At first I was trying to watch how the guys around us were dancing. Trying
to do what they were doing. I didn't want to look like I didn't know how to
dance. But it had been so long.

It was just one of those things where we both just needed to cut loose and
the longer we danced the more we got into it. And into each other.

I guess I wasn't in as good shape as I thought. After about an hour, I was
wearing down. My shirt was drenched. I could feel my warm sweat soaking my
jeans around the waist. Down into my crotch.

Most of my body was numb, but the beat of the music propelled my back. My
hips. My crotch. It created a rhythm in me that was primal. Pure sex. Like
native drums. Naked men dancing round an open fire. Lust on open display.

The deep bass was vibrating through the floor. It forced its way into and
through my body. It was like the music was my own blood pumping through me.

It made me thrust and writhe and sway with Billy. We were face to face. My
hands on his ass. His hands on mine. Not lightly. But holding tight. My
hands kneading his ass. My body needing his ass. Making him need me in
return. I was forcing his hard cock to rub and thrust against mine. And he
was doing the same to me. Doing the same to my aching cock.

The heat from his ass was like amazing. I could feel his ass move. Feel the
damp heat where we touched. It felt so real. So immediate.

Our crotches. Our cocks. Pressed together. Soaked from dancing. Soaked in
sweat. Soaked in our pre-jizz.

I was totally hard as I humped Billy's crotch. Rubbing my cock against wet
denim. Friction and pleasure with every movement. Feeling his cock through
our jeans. My package mashing into his. His into mine. His cock every bit
as hard. Every bit as needy. Every bit as insatiable as mine.

As the unending music thumped on, Billy and I melded together. Closer
together. Hard cock pressed and thrusting against hard cock. Denim and
button flies adding to the pleasure and the friction of the rub.

Billy and I both shirtless. Our sweaty chests brushed against each
other. Nipple to nipple. Flesh to flesh. Muscles to muscles. Abs to
abs. Our lips close and ready. Waiting.

 The beat changed. Slowed. Still a tribal thump, thump-ump, thump,
thump-ump, thump, thump-ump, thump . . .

I took the change in beat as a sign from the gods of unholy lust. I leaned
into Billy. Closer. If closer was even possible.

I was starting to think I was ready to take Billy home and fuck him all
night. Slow-fuck him the way I imagined Todd fucking Phil. Or maybe it was
about time for Billy to slow-fuck me.

Thinking about it wasn't doing anything to ease the aching need in my
groin. I closed my eyes and let myself dissolve into the lust of the
moment. I really thought I just might let myself go and cum right there on
the dance floor. Cum all over myself. All over my boyfriend. I was in a
world of lust and sex and need and pleasure. The beat was going thump,
thump-ump. And so were my hips and my cock and my boyfriend's cock. Oh,
yeah. Fuck, yeah!

But through the haze of my near exhaustion, my total lust for Billy and the
deafening music, I realized as I swayed and humped and licked sweat from
Billy's neck, that there was someone just as close to Billy as I was. Only
this guy was kind of humping Billy's hip. A little from behind. His head on
the opposite side of Billy's from mine. I couldn't really see him. Or at
least much of him.

Billy didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn't care. How long had I
been dancing in this threesome? And who the hell was . . .

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 one
chronologically precedes this book. It can be found under the title "I
Thought I Knew" in the High School section.
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identifying information in this story have been changed to conceal the
identities of the characters described. The Copyright for this story is
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