Date: Tue, 01 Sep 2009 21:31:45 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Justin and Billy, Chapter 1, Part 3

EDITOR'S NOTE: Billy asked me to write this first chapter in a way that
guys reading it might share in the frustration of not getting what they had
come/cum to expect. This snippet from an email he wrote me: "Let them no
what its like to miss getting fucked. I wanted it so bad and what did I
get. nothing."

That's why the double cliffhanger and all the frustration in your
pants. But it's time to move on now. Aren't you grateful? Now here is what
you've been waiting for, hopefully:

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 1 -- Part III
From Billy's viewpoint

Only a second earlier, I was certain that I knew what I wanted. I wanted
what Todd wanted. I was pretty fucking sure that he wanted to slide or
shove or cram his beautiful, hard cock deep into my ready and waiting
ass. I didn't care how he did it. As long as he did it. With his thick, hot
cock. Stretching my asshole. Rubbing against that special spot deep inside
me that made me so fucking crazy with sex. Thrusting in and out of me as he
pinned me beneath him. I'd be watching the lust in his eyes as he fucked
me. And fucked me. And fucked me again.

I thought I knew that I wanted him deep in me. Deep. Where it would make
both of us so fucking happy. My asshole was itching and twitching for that
hard cock to start poking and probing. Ready for it to push its way in.

I hadn't had Justin's cock in my ass since . . . I heard Justin groan
again. And even as I agonized over what that meant to me . . . Justin near
blowing his load down someone else's throat. His warm, creamy cum pulsing
into some other guy's mouth. Sharing his cum with someone other than
me. . . . Even as those thoughts and worries rushed through my mind, Todd's
voice came. So sexy. So close to my ear. His warm breath against my
neck. So intoxicating. His words even more so. "Can I fuck you? Please."

I didn't answer. I was frozen in that moment. Sexual frenzy all around
me. Even in me. I couldn't act. I couldn't even move.

"It would make me so happy if you said yes," Todd all but pleaded.

I wanted this so much. I could feel his aching, throbbing cock pressed
against my thigh. Its hard warmth. Its power. Its need. His hips
involuntarily thrusting ever so slightly. He kissed my ear. His tongue
trailing around inside it.

My body shuddered with the sensations. My cock was ready to burst. My head
near exploding.

"I can't." I said to Todd, but way too loud. It was more like I was
announcing it to a room full of people. I guess, in a way, I was.

Everything came to a stop. Justin stopped thrusting and moaning. He stood
in front of Phil and slowly started to ease his rock hard cock out from
between Phil's lips. Lips still closed around my boyfriend's cock. As
Justin's cock popped free, Phil took it into his hand. I could see it
clearly. Justin's hard cock. Still covered in spittle. In Phil's hand. Its
need for relief far too obvious.

Justin's cock remained only inches from Phil's lips. Lips swollen by his
recent sucking. Phil licked those lips as though savoring the last tastes
of Justin's cock. His pre-cum. His very manhood. And then he just stared at
me. As though sucking my boyfriend's cock was the most natural thing of
all.

Todd was frozen, too. Still draped across me. His hard cock still pinned
against my thigh. He waited. For what I'm not sure. I didn't know what
would happen next. It felt like I had just announced it was time for
everyone to go home. Like I'd turned up the lights at the end of the prom.

Todd finally shifted his weight as though to lift himself off of me. As he
did, I felt a fresh surge of pre-cum flow from my cockhead. He must have
felt it, too. He flashed me a killer smile and started to laugh ever so
lightly as he asked, "Did you just cum on me?"

I had to laugh in return and then assured him it was only pre-cum. A lot of
pre-cum. "When I cum, you'll know it," I said smugly.

"You're one juicy guy, aren't you?" he said as he lifted himself up and off
of me. He reached down and put his fingers in the puddle of pre-cum I had
just created above my own navel. He looked at it. Smelled it. Tasted
it. And then announced, as though he were announcing the winner of some
contest, "It's pre-jizz alright. And damn good, too. Grade A, I'd say."

Suddenly the tension left the group. We were all laughing and smiling. I
sat up and Todd sat beside me on the sectional. To my surprise, Justin
flopped himself down beside Todd, Then Phil got off his knees and sat
beside Justin.

We were now sitting so close it was a little awkward knowing just where to
put our arms. My left arm was sort of trapped between Todd and me. His
right arm trapped beside mine. It was the only thing that seemed
uncomfortable as we sat on that sexy leather sectional together. Naked and
laughing. Completely at ease again.

At last Todd could take it no longer and he wriggled his shoulders, freeing
his arms. He let his right hand fall naturally, which placed it in my
crotch. Right against my cock. My hard cock. Still aching to cum. Still
gooey and wet with pre-cum. And still very unsatisfied.

"Go for it if you want," I said smiling at Todd. "We're not prudes. We just
have some limits that we've set for ourselves. There's some stuff we only
do together. Alone. But playing with my cock is OK by me."

He nodded and took my cock in his hand. It felt so good and I pressed my
body gently against his as he began to toy with it. Stroking my
shaft. Running his index finger over my helmet. Teasing my cock lips. "I
understand if guys have rules," he said looking me straight in the eyes,
all but ignoring the fact that he was making my cock feel so good.

As Todd played with my cock, Justin seemed compelled to explain to Phil and
Todd all the shit we could do. Probably would do. He seemed quite anxious
to make sure that they realized we could have a lot of fun. This little
outing didn't have to come to an abrupt ending. I wish he had seemed more
anxious to take the action home. Do it with me. The way we used to. I
wished he was jealous that it was Todd who was keeping me so hard. So
turned on. But he wasn't. Instead he was laying out the ground rules for
all the sex we could have.

While that hurt a bit, I knew in my heart that I wanted more action here
tonight, too. And if history had taught me anything, it was that when
things were right between Justin and me, we could have it both ways. Play
with our friends and then spend the rest of the night fucking our brains
out together and alone. We'd proved that time and again.

"Cool," Phil said when Justin finally shut up. "Then maybe this would be a
good time to show my art project. After all, that is why we're
here. Right?"

All four of us suddenly were standing. Todd's hand still wrapped rather
awkwardly around my big old hard-on. I wasn't complaining. I just wasn't
quite sure how to proceed.

Then Phil started toward one of the rooms we had not seen. I'd assumed it
was a den, or maybe a bedroom, opening as it did off the back of the living
room. As the rest of us started to follow him, Todd finally gave my cock a
gentle squeeze and let it go. "You've got a great cock," he whispered as we
headed off behind Phil and Justin.

"Thanks," I said and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. It was nice that he
thought so. Usually after guys had seen Justin's nine inches hard, they
didn't talk much about my meat.

When Phil opened the door to the room where we were headed, I saw
immediately it was a magnificent bedroom with an incredibly huge bed. The
headboard looked like it had been hand-carved, with wild scenes of
wrestling naked men. Some of them hard. Animals. And demons. I couldn't
really take it all in, but was immediately in awe of it.

Phil led us to a large desk. Completely utilitarian and looking so out of
place in this room with its magnificent bed at the far end. Its elaborate
lamps. Its lush looking curtains.

But here before us was a bare table. Metal file cabinets. Looking for all
the world like an office you might see anywhere. Phil was opening a wide
shallow drawer beside the table and removing a large folder kind of
thing. Like Justin kept some of his drawings in.

"OK, guys," Phil said, setting the folder on the table and looking at
us. "My project is to photograph guys just as they release, or as their
release strikes its target." He made it sound so precise. Like he was
reading it word for word from something. I wasn't sure what he was about to
show us. That was all the intro he gave.

Then he started to lay out the most incredible photographs I had ever
seen. All very much alike. All very different. The first showed a beautiful
cock. I was sure it was Todd's. The picture must have been taken at the
very moment he shot an enormous amount of cum. I guess Phil would say
"released" an enormous amount of cum. Such a fucking load! A long broken
string of pearly liquid balls. Trailed by long strings of creamy goo. All
that cum suspended in mid air even as it was still leaving the cock's lips.

The cum captured the light and glistened. Showing its uneven nature. Thick
and stringy. And creamy. The cock showing the tension of the moment. So
completely hard. So purposeful in its triumphant arc. Rigid and taut beyond
belief. Casting a shadow across perfects abs. Amazing abs. Those shadowed
abs such a wonderful backdrop to a wonderful picture.

It was the most amazing picture of a guy cumming I'd ever seen. Incredibly
erotic and sexy. Completely beautiful and artistic. The color. The
light. The beauty of the cock and abs of the model. The complexity of the
cum itself. In flight. The pleasure it must have given Todd as it erupted
into freedom.

I just stared at the photo. And then looked down at the real-life cock
beside me. Hard and proud. I could not resist touching it. Feeling how
alive it was.

"That's you?" I asked him quietly as Justin chatted with Phil about
something technical, of course.

"They're all of me. At least in this series," Todd said. And with that Phil
started to lay out the rest of the 10 or so photos. Each of Todd
cumming. Or of Todd's cum. As it emerged forcefully from his cock lips. In
flight over his abs and chest. Splattering. Those pictures of his cum
splattering against his flesh were amazing in their
clarity. Detail. Symmetry. Beauty.

I could have looked at them forever, particularly with Todd standing behind
me. His hard, proud cock rubbing slowly and gently against my naked butt. I
eased my ass muscles so he could nestle his cock between my ass cheeks. And
he obliged. As everyone's gaze was focused on the photos.

Phil described the technical aspects of his projects in a way only Justin
could appreciate. Much to my surprise, as Phil talked Justin took my cock
in his hand and began to gently stroke it. Just as he had so often in his
casual way. Whether he realized or even cared that Todd was holding my hips
and edging his cock against my asshole, I didn't have a clue. And didn't
give a fuck at that moment.

After due praise had been lavished on the special art project, Todd stepped
back. I heard his cock pull free from my tightened ass cheeks and smack
against his abs. I wondered if anyone but Todd and me noticed. No one said
anything.

Soon Todd was telling us about the bed and its origins in South America and
how he and Phil had created this photo studio. I now saw the intricate
lighting system above the bed. This was where the photos were
shot. Probably not too long ago.

And with that piece of information presented, Todd languidly stretched his
naked, hard, muscled body across the pristine white sheets and invited us
all to join him.

We did. Without a word. Without a question. Four hot, horny guys. Already
hard. Already primed.

I began by kissing Todd. My tongue deeply probing his mouth as his tongue
probed mine. His mouth tasted almost sweet with its surprising
freshness. Our bodies were soon writhing against each other like powerful
snakes. Wild and uncontrollable. My senses were running wild and
uncontrollable, too.

And then I was kissing Justin as deeply and passionately as I had been
kissing Todd. But my body continued to play against Todd's. Sliding against
his smooth flesh. Feeling his hardened cock. Smelling his intoxicating
scent. And all the time kissing Justin, whose body was equally entangled
with Phil's.

Hands roamed. Tongues probed. Bodies so intertwined it was hard to know
whose was whose, as though it even mattered. All I knew was if this went on
much longer, we'd all be covered in cum. My cum if no one else's.

"I need a break. To slow down. I don't want to cum. Not yet," I said to
everyone and yet to no one. I didn't know or care who was licking my
cock. Or rubbing my ass. Or nuzzling my neck. I didn't even know for sure
whether my hand was wrapped around Todd's cock or Phil's. I looked down to
see, but couldn't see. And then realized I didn't even care.

"I need a break, too," Todd said. "I'd love to do this all night long. But
I think I'm as close at Billy."

I felt euphoric, even with the action stopped. Even as Phil handed me and
Justin and Todd each a fresh, cold beer he'd miraculously produced from
somewhere. We propped ourselves up enough to drink. We murmur things like,
"Fantastic." "Great." "Fucking fabulous." All of this to no one in
particular. Just words floating from our mouths. Capturing the feel of the
moment.

After a few minutes and the rest of our beer, Phil said, "I know you guys
don't fuck in front of other guys, but do you mind if we do. We rather like
an audience. And we'd kind of planned to. Planned to fuck for you . . . if
not with you, that is"

Hearing no objections, Phil was soon on all fours in the center of the
bed. His ass up in the air pointing at Todd. And at Todd's perfect cock,
which it seemed had been hard and ready forever. Todd bent down to start
rimming Phil's asshole. Then stopped. He looked first at Justin. Then at me
as we sat with our backs against the headboard, our hands on each other's
cocks. Stroking and feeling so fucking hot.

"I know you don't fuck, but maybe one of you would like to do the honors of
warming up my friend's hole," Todd said.

Justin didn't need to be asked twice. In a flash he had all but pushed Todd
aside and his face and tongue were buried deep in Phil's ass. I could hear
the wet sounds of his slurping, sucking, probing. Fucking hot to
hear. Hotter to see.

I couldn't stand just watching. Within less than a minute I had positioned
myself between Justin's legs sucking his cock as he ate Phil ass. Licking
up and down Justin's hard, warm, familiar cock. I loved this cock. I wanted
it fucking me, I thought as I took it halfway down my throat. Justin loved
this. He was eating out Phil's asshole and fucking my throat with ease and
enthusiasm. His pubes brushing against my nose. His balls slapping my
chin. The aroma of his crotch turning me on so. I was drooling all
over. Overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. My enthusiasm. The sex. Beautiful
sex. Right in my face. And mouth.

Todd, not to be left out, was soon sucking on my cock. His warm lips. His
wet smooth tongue. His suctioning mouth. I felt him sucking me in deeper
and deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. I was judging each thrust. Each time I
was sure Todd was engulfing more and more of my solid eight-incher. I
wanted to fuck his face forever. He was deep-throating me in a way that
rivaled Justin's amazing mouth.

Justin! I had become so distracted by Todd working on my cock, I had all
but forgotten I was supposed to be sucking my boyfriend's cock, too. Justin
hadn't seemed to notice, but I did my best to renew my efforts. It wasn't
easy. Too many sensations. Too much stimulation. Too many people to please.

I was almost relieved when Phil soon said in a voice that sounded
incredibly determined, "I want a cock up my ass! Now!!!"

As quick as we could, Justin and I cleared out of the way. Todd, stroking
his ever-hard cock, moved into position behind Phil.

"Give me some of your lube?" Todd said to me, reaching down for as much of
my pre-jizz as he could get in a single swipe at my cockhead. He rubbed it
up and down his own cock and then ordered me to "Spit on it."

There was this incredibly beautiful man, holding his damn near perfect
fucking cock, asking me to lube it with my pre-jizz and spit. I let a big
juicy wad of saliva drip from my lips right onto his hard waiting cock. He
took his hand away and mine replaced it. Spreading my pre-jizz and spit up
and down his cock. From tip to balls. I let my fingers ripple over the
flange of his cockhead. Let my little finger stroke across his ball
sac. Let my palm enjoy the warmth of this solid slab of Todd meat.

"You want to guide me in?" he asked me. I looked at Justin and he made a
face that said, if you want to, go for it.

Todd's cock was so hot to the touch. Wet with my saliva and
pre-jizz. Quivering in my hand in anticipation of the fuck to come. I bent
down and spit into Phil's waiting asshole for good measure and then stuck a
couple fingers in to make sure it was good and loose.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ready," Phil said. And with that, as Todd moved his hips closer to Phil, I
directed his cock straight into Phil's waiting hole. Like driving a spear
into the bulls eye. Todd froze in place as his cockhead popped through
Phil's eager sphincter.

"Oh, yeah. Fuck that feels so good. You love it, don't you Phil? Love
having my cock in your ass while these guys watch. It turns you on, doesn't
it?" Todd was a talker. I'd never known a guy who fucked and talked like
this.

Phil just grunted or murmured his agreement. And appreciation.

My hand was still on Todd's cock. And Todd's cock was now bigger, thicker,
hotter than before.

"Let's stick it in again," Todd said, apparently to me. So I pulled his
cock out and pushed it right back in. It went in so easily. "Spit on it
again." I did.

"Now I'm gonna fuck his brains out," Todd said and I quick took my hand
away as Todd began to pound Phil's ass. Not so much fast. But hard. Pulling
out. Waiting. Ramming his eight inches home again.

I'd never seen a guy getting fucked before. Not in real life right in front
of me like this. Sure I'd seen DVDs and computer porn. But this was right
in front of me where I could see Todd's face. Put my face right up to
Phil's ass. Smell their sex. Hear their sex. All but taste their sex. And
if I'd asked . . .

Of course, I'd seen Justin fuck Jess. But that was different. That was
. . . completely different. This was like a fuck show. Like a fuck party.

"Can you guys see alright?" Todd asked in a voice completely different than
his fuck voice. It was full of concern for us and our enjoyment. Not the
raw lust of a few second before. "I'll flip him over so you can get a
better view."

Todd was stronger than I might have guessed. He pulled his cock out and
appeared to effortlessly flip Phil onto his back in a single motion. Phil
put his legs over Todd's shoulders and soon Todd was fucking him again. And
the raw talk resumed.

It was so hot watching these beautiful guys as they moved in perfect
harmony. Better than any video. Better than the best DVD. They made fucking
seem almost effortless. And I'd fucked and knew it was great fun, but it
took some effort to do it right. And, fuck, they were obviously doing it
right.

Todd continued to talk dirty. Phil mostly groaned in pleasure as he forced
his ass harder and harder against Todd's cock. Burying it deeper. And
deeper.

As I watched, I realized I was jerking myself as fast and hard as Todd was
thrusting his cock into Phil's ass. Justin was too. Both of us kneeling
along side Phil's sweating, writhing, naked torso. I could smell the sex
rising off his hot body.

"Let me suck your balls," Phil said to Justin, shaking me from a dreamlike
trance I'd fallen into as I watched this incredible fuck show.

Phil's wish was Justin's command. Justin knelt with a knee on either side
of Phil's head and lowered his nuts into Phil's mouth. It must have been a
great place to watch Todd fucking him.

And what pleasure for Phil. Balls in his mouth. Cock up his ass.

"Then I'll take Billy's big cock down my throat," Todd said. And I moved
into position to oblige. Immediately, Todd completely engulfed my cock with
his mouth, taking it down his throat so swiftly I thought he'd choke. And
I'd cum. But neither of us did. Todd just went right on fucking and sucking
like a pro.

If I turned my head, I could see Todd fucking Phil. Or Todd sucking my
cock. Or Phil sucking my boyfriend's nuts. But my mind was reeling. I
couldn't process it all. As much fucking sex as was going on, there should
have been more pleasure. More sensation. I should have been on the edge of
the biggest fucking orgasm I ever had.

Then as though Todd had somehow understood my body and mind were being
overwhelmed by it all, he slowed the action.

It was like he was fucking Phil in slow motion, but with all the force. All
the intensity. All the determination of before. Only now it was at a pace
that I could watch. And feel. And appreciate. I could see their fucking
right in front of me. Right with me.

And my cock was suddenly more aware of the blowjob I was getting from
him. I could watch this beautiful man fuck as he sucked me. My long hot
cock sliding between those lips. His tongue playing across my sensitive
cockhead. His cheeks sucked in trying to vacuum a huge load from my aching
nuts. I could even see the drops of sweat forming on his forehead.

And there was my Justin, too. The biggest cock of all being stroked by his
own expert hands. Tossing his head back and forth in ecstasy as his nuts
went in and out of Phil's hungry mouth. Lashed by Phil's tongue. Sucked
between his lips.

The four of us. In rhythm. An amazing sex machine at work. In perfect
harmony. Perfect pleasure.

All I lacked was a cock in my mouth. And another up my ass. But this wasn't
too fucking bad for starters.

Then Todd started to moan. I could feel him tense up as he continued to
suck my cock. He made a gurgling sound around my shaft. I knew he was about
to explode into Phil's ass. A second later, he plowed his cock so deep in
Phil I thought he'd tear his asshole apart. I could smell Todd's cum as he
continued to unload into Phil's ass. I could see cum dripping from Phil's
asshole.

Todd released my cock from his mouth. I knelt beside him. He took my
hard-on in one hand, jacking it as he leaned in and kissed me. Deeply.

That was it. With Todd's hand jerking my cock and his tongue down my
throat, I felt my nuts tighten. My breath caught in my throat. That amazing
ache in my balls started to move up my cock. I felt warm all over and
sensed my cock expanding. Throb. Ahhhh! Release! My cum was flowing over
Todd's pistoning fist. I couldn't see it, but I could tell it was one of my
bigger loads.

"God fucking damn you cum a lot!" Todd said as he pulled away from our kiss
and looked down at my rigid cock. Cum flowing a river over his hand and
onto Phil's abs. Such a load of cum. Todd seemed thrilled I came so
much. "Fucking cum machine," he said. And that made me cum even more.

As he started to look up at me, Justin let rip with a load of cum, hitting
Todd square in the chest. And neck. And face. Volley after volley. I know
he was aiming it at Todd. Justin can aim his cock pretty damn good. Seven
or eight powerful shots of cum. I loved watching it splatter against Todd,
even as he continued to pump my cock.

The sensitivity in my own cockhead as Todd continued to jack it was almost
too much. I wanted Todd to stop. I needed him to stop. But I didn't tell
him. It hurt bad. And felt so good. And hurt. Eventually, he slowed, but he
didn't stop.

When I looked down again, I could see that somewhere in the midst of all
this cumming, Phil had cum, too. Without a whimper. Not a sound. But a
clear string of his pearly thick jizz stretched from his now limp cock up
almost to his throat. Justin saw it, too, and couldn't resist a taste.

"Holy fuck," I said and started laughing. We collapsed into a pile on the
bed. Our warm, slick cum making it easy to slide and slither against each
other as we kissed and played and eased our way down from the sexual frenzy
that was just ending.

"That was great, guys," Phil said, his head resting on Justin's abs, His
face smeared with who knows whose cum. "My god, Justin, you can really
shoot. I need to photograph you. You're amazing." He reached down and
squeezed Justin's semi-hard dick.

"I'd love that. Anytime," Justin said.

Even though I had felt euphoric only a moment earlier in the aftermath of
such amazing sex, I was suddenly overcome by that spasm of doubt and fear
again. And I felt chilled. Justin seemed too ready. Too willing. Too
anxious to please Phil. Taste Phil. Offer up his body to Phil.

Pictures? He was terrified to be photographed in any compromising way. And
now he's saying, "Anytime."

Before I could say a word, Todd was kissing me, his breath heavy with the
smell and taste of cum. Justin's cum. My cum. Phil's cum, too probably. I
wanted to kiss him back, but this was once again becoming too much for me.

"You liked that didn't you? Nothing's wrong, is it," Todd whispered between
kisses. With that, I let myself go and kissed him back. Hard. Passionately.
And with purpose and intent.

He wanted me. I wanted him.

Let Justin pose for pictures. I wasn't going to be satisfied with a blowjob
and a kiss much longer. I knew I wanted more than this.

And I was going to get it. From Justin. Or from Todd.

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. /nifty/gay/highschool/i-thought-i-knew/

The characters in this project are real. The names and some other
identifying information in this story have been changed to conceal the
identities of the characters described. The Copyright for this story is
held by Hardreader. The story may not be reprinted or distributed elsewhere
in print, electronically or digitally without the permission of the
author. I would love to receive comments on this story from readers.  Email
me at hardreader2000@aol.com

While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And
stay hard! -- H.R.