Date: Wed, 03 Feb 2010 10:14:19 -0500
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy, Chapter 18, Part 1

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 18, Part I
From Billy's viewpoint

When we got back home it was pretty late. Tom seemed really happy that we'd
asked him to join us. Justin seemed cool with everything. And I know I was
in a really fucking good mood.

I think we were all in a really good mood. It wasn't sex that had us all
feeling high. Sure, Tom was so fucking hot and too damn cute for his own
good. We could easily have taken the sex stuff another step right then and
there. But I somehow knew that what was really fueling us was that Justin
and I had made a friend who was going to last. I think Tom felt the same
way. We could all end up being a lot more than jerk-off buddies.

We broke out some beers, sat around the kitchen table and started talking
about the guys at the club. You know, who was hot and who was checking us
out. And then Tom really got off describing how hot the guy was who had
been watching us so close on the dance floor. The whole time he was talking
about him, he was rubbing his cock in his pants. And it was obvious that
his cock was happy about that.

Tom went into great fucking detail telling us how he had hoped the guy
would be as hot up close as he was at a distance. But that wasn't how it
went.

After talking about the guy at the club, he started telling us how much he
was into older guys. How he had been since the beginning. Then he started
to tell us how it all started with his older brother. They used to share a
room and . . .

"A lot of times at night, I mean like after we'd turned out the lights and
should have been trying to go to sleep, I could hear that sound guys make
when they're jerking off under their sheets. I'd never jerked off in bed,
at least not while my brother was in the room, but I knew what he was
doing. I just tried not to listen. Not to think about what was happening.

"Of course, I knew he was hard and jerking off and I knew what it was like
to cum. I fought myself trying not to picture what it might be like if I
could see under his covers. If I could see his cock straining. So fucking
hard and needing to cum. His hand stroking it. I couldn't help but hear the
beat of it. But I fought the image, some nights with more success than
others.

"I mean, you know at that age I jerked off. I was a kid and kids get
excited easy. Anything can give a guy a boner. I mean I sported wood if the
wind blew past me. So I wasn't too surprised that the sounds of my big
brother with his big cock rubbing one out a few feet away got me excited.

"A lot of times, when he let out that little groan just as he got his nut,
I'd give my own cock a squeeze. Even though I was always hard by then, I
never did anything about it. Maybe I'd push my cock against my mattress,
but I never got off. Even when I could smell my brother's cum drift across
to my side of the room.

"Then one night, I heard that familiar noise of his sheets moving. And a
few minutes later he kinda whispered to me to get my ass over to his bed. I
don't remember exactly what I thought. I mean I wasn't scared or
anything. It was like I'd kinda always been expecting him to call for
me. Even though I don't really think I understood what was going to happen.

"We both had these little beds, just big enough for one person really. So
when I tried to climb into his bed, we were pretty much right on top of
each other," Tom said.

"He just wanted me to jerk him off. He took my hand in his and guided it to
his boner, which seemed huge to me back then. I remember it was kinda
sticky from his pre-jizz. I didn't leak much, not like he was. He had a lot
more hair down there than I did and I remember being fascinated by that,
too.

"That first time he didn't say anything. I just jerked his cock. I could
tell when he was cumming even before I could feel his hot jizz on my
hand. When I was done, he just sort of pushed me away. I almost fell on the
floor and then I went back to my bed wondering what the fuck that was all
about.

"I mean my brother had just let me jack him off till he came in my
hand. Like what was I suppose to do now? I remember being really kinda
confused and weirded out by it. But I think I really liked it. Liked doing
that with him. It made me feel like I was important or something. That I'd
done something real."

Tom fell silent. He was just sort of staring out into space. I remember
Justin and I were both just staring at him, waiting to hear what happened
next. Neither of us had ever had anything like that happen to us.

I finally asked him if he wanted another beer and he seemed to kind of come
out of his haze. I got us each one and then asked him what happened after
that.

He looked kind of sad. "Nothing, Tom finally said. And then again more
thoughtfully, "Nothing."

After a moment he started telling us more.

"It went on like that for a few weeks. Him calling me over like every other
night. I'd jerk him off and go back to my bed. He never touched me, except
to put my hand on his boner. He never once touched my cock in all that
time.

"I remember one night maybe after we'd been doing it about a week, I still
had a lot of his jizz on the back of my hand when I got back to my bed. I
decided I had to taste it. It was kind of bitter like bleach or something,
but I loved the way his cum felt on my tongue. I think I just loved the
thought of having his cum in me. In my mouth. And I started to really like
the taste.

After that I pretty much always tried to get back to my bed with as much of
his cum as I could. I think he figured that out pretty fast and made it as
easy as he could for me.

"But even as much as I liked it, I kept thinking I was doing something
really wrong and bad. Cuz we were raised Catholic, so I was sure I was
going to hell and probably taking my brother with me. Like this was my
fault.

"Anyway, one night after I'd gotten him off and gone back to bed, I heard
him say, 'Thanks. It feels so good. You don't know how good it feels.'

"I was on like a cloud I felt so proud and happy. Those few words of praise
from my older brother meant everything to me. And I remember that when he
said that I could still taste his fresh cum in my mouth. I lay there
thinking about it. I guess I was so caught up in it that I didn't even
realize that I'd started jerking my own hard-on.

"The next thing I knew, he was climbing in my bed saying, 'Let me help you
with that.'

He brushed my hand away and replaced it with his. It felt so hot! So
. . . so fucking awesome. It was like a million times better than when I
touched myself. And, fuck, it was my brother. My idol.

"So you and your big brother . . ." Justin said, letting his words trail
off.

"Yeah, pretty much every night in his bed or mine we'd get each other
off. No talking. No kissing. Not even any touching except to jerk each
other off. But I felt so close to him. It was our secret. Our special
bond. And I guess I loved him for it."

"So how long did that go on? Did he do anything else with you?" I asked.

"No, that's pretty much it," Tom said. Then he stared off again into space
like before.

I hadn't finished my beer and Tom hadn't even touched his, but Justin's was
dry so I went to get him and me fresh one.

When I came back, I heard Justin saying to Tom, "He did?"

Tom just nodded as I set the beers down. He finally took a big pull from
his and then he started talking again.

"Yeah, he said he wanted to fuck me. Asked me if I knew what that meant. I
said I did and that it was OK, I guess. I didn't really know what it would
be like. I just knew it meant his cock would be in my ass. I never really
thought about how it would feel or how guys do it. I just said OK.

"So he got off his bed, carrying his pillow. He told me to lie on my
stomach with the pillow under my hips to hold them up. I was only
semi-hard, but when I pressed my cock into my brother's pillow, I remember
if felt so good. I was hard in a fucking hurry. I liked the way my hard
cock felt against that pillow. It was so cool.

"Was it good for you?" I asked. "I really like it when Justin fucks me."

An awkward silence fell over the three of us. I guess that really wasn't
the coolest thing to say just then.

"I don't remember how it felt that first time. I mean I know it hurt
some. But he wasn't all that big really. It just seemed like it to me at
that age. What I really remember is that while he was poking me that first
night, I came before he did. Soaked his fucking pillow with my jizz. I
figured I'd fucked up double. One, I'd jizzed his pillow. And two he hadn't
cum yet.

"But he came pretty fast after that. I do remember how hot his jizz felt in
my ass. It sort of burned. He didn't use a condom or anything. He never
did. Just fucked me bareback. I didn't know there was another way, I
guess. I just knew what we did. I really came to love that feeling of his
jizz pumping into my ass. The sounds he made as he came in me.

"It was such a big deal to me that I could do this special thing for him
that no one else could. That's what I thought then.

"Anyway, that first night when I had jizzed his pillow, I'll never
forget. When he pulled his cock out of me, he reached down and yanked the
cum-soaked pillow out from under me. He took it back to bed and slept on
it.

"I was laying there in my bed feeling his cum dripping out of my ass,
between my legs and onto the sheets. I was lying in a pool of his cum and
he was sleeping with his head on mine. How cool was that?

"The next morning when he got up I saw him take that pillow case off and
fold it up and put it in one of his drawers. Later, he put a clean one
on. I remember wondering about that all day. Why the pillowcase? Why not
the sheets?

I didn't know about wet dreams then. I'd never had one. Still haven't. I
finally figured out, or he told me maybe, that mom would just think we'd
had wet dreams in the sheets. No big deal."

And Tom went silent again.

Another swig of beer for each of us and then unprompted . . .

"And you know that pillow case. Every night he'd fuck me, he'd put that
same cummy cover back on that pillow. And every time I'd blow my load in it
and he'd sleep on it. I thought that was so fucking cool. Like it meant he
loved me or something."

Justin and I were just sitting there shaking our heads in disbelief as Tom
finished his story. Finally Justin started to laugh and said kind of quiet
to me, "Like our jeans." And we both laughed because we knew in a way it
was kinda the same.

I think Tom must have asked us to tell our stories then. And we did. In
detail. Pretty much everything. Jess and Ted and everything. Even
Joe. Everything that had happened to us. Except we left out anything about
H.R. or this story. We never told anybody about what H.R. always calls "the
project."

It isn't that we were afraid or ashamed or anything. It would just be too
difficult, we thought. We didn't think guys would understand. Even if they
did, we wondered how they'd react to us if they knew that much about us. So
we'd learned to leave that out like we did with Tom that night.

It was almost 5 in the morning when we finished our stories. We weren't
drunk. We were just tired. Without ever discussing it, at least I don't
remember saying anything about it, we all just went into our bedroom, took
off our clothes and . . .

Oh, yeah, Justin made everyone brush their teeth. We gave Tom a new
toothbrush he could call his own. I think Justin kind of hoped he'd be
using it often.

Then we climbed into bed. Me first in the middle. Justin on one side of
me. Tom on the other. We all started lying on our backs, but I can't sleep
that way. So I tossed and turned for a few minutes until I settled on my
right side, facing Tom. Tom was quick to turn on his side, too. Nestling
his cute ass up against my cock. His back against my chest. I ran my left
hand through his hair and then lifted my arm up and over him. He looked
back at me and we kissed goodnight. Soft and moist. His warm, soft lips
brushing up to mine. Soon we had nestled back into one another.

Then it was Justin's turn to snuggle up behind me, the way we almost always
slept. But now he had reached over me and was stroking Tom's shoulder.

"Goodnight," Justin said and I remember his arm falling still draped across
me and Tom. And I guess I fell fast asleep.

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.
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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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