Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2009 19:51:37 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew Chapter 29 Part 2

I told you the chapters would be some long. Some short. This is kind of a
short one, but lots more is cumming soon. I hope you enjoy it. As always,
let us know.

Chapter 29 -- Part II
From Billy's viewpoint

Jess was telling me his story about fucking his cousin. I was sitting on
the floor in Justin's room, completely entranced as my best friend Jess was
saying . . .

"I didn't need anymore coaching. Nature took over and I shoved my cock in
his hole. I saw him flinch in pain and stopped. "You OK?" I asked.

"He didn't say anything at first and then started to push back. I watched
as my cock slid easily into his hole. It was an amazing sensation. Soon we
were in a somewhat awkward rhythm, but it was getting the job done for
me. And from Sam's free flowing profanity, I was pretty sure it was working
for him, too," Jess said.

I couldn't resist any longer. I'd been working my cock through my jeans,
but I was so hard and so horny hearing Jess' story. I opened my jeans and
let my hard cock go free. This was so hot to hear. It was so what Jess
really needed. Had needed for a long time. He'd wanted me, but that wasn't
gonna happen. This had. He'd nailed his cousin.

"He reached around and slapped his own ass. Hard. I took his cue and
slapped him myself. "Yea." Jess sounded proud and pleased with himself as
he told me all this.

"The bed was rocking and we were both groaning. People anywhere in the
house must have been able to hear us fucking, but that didn't seem to
matter to me or to Sam. We were just too hot. Too horny.

"It wasn't long before I felt that tightness in my groin. My nuts were
pulled up tight. I reached around and felt Sam's nuts. They were pulled up,
too. His cock was full hard again and I took it in my hand and started
stroking him."

Unfortunately, while Jess was talking I'd left most of my pre-cum soaked
into my jeans. I was oozing more, but not enough. My cock's used to being
well lubed. So I dropped a big old glob of saliva right onto my
cockhead. It felt good as it started to drip down my hot cock. Together
with my pre-cum, it was enough to get me working. I took my hand and
wrapped it around my swollen cockhead and just twisted it slowly back and
forth to get me really revved. Then I started stroking the full length of
my shaft at what I imagined was the rhythm Jess had going on Sam's
throbbing cock. I was imagining Jess' eight-inch cock, rock-hard and ready
to shoot like I'd seen it so many times. But now I imagined it buried deep
in my ass. The muscles in my ass contracted at the thought. It seemed so
real I could actually feel him fucking me.

"After about a minute of that action," Jess said as he continued telling me
about his adventure, "Sam reared up so we were both kneeling. My hard cock
was buried deep up his tight butt. We couldn't really get a rhythm in that
position, but I kept on stroking him with one hand, running the other over
his muscled chest and arms. Tweaking hit tits. Caressing his bod.

"He leaned his head back so his mouth was near my ear and said, "I'm
cumming" and, with that, he was. Cumming all over my hand, dripping down
onto the bed."

My own nuts had all but vanished they were pulled up so tight. My toes were
curled and starting to cramp. But most of all my cock was on fire needing
to unload. I was staring at Jess, but I was seeing Jess fucking Sam. But
really it was like he was fucking me. And I loved it! Fucking loved it!

"And as Sam came, his ass muscles tightened around my cock and I knew I was
about to cum. I leaned my hips hard into him, trying to bury my cock as far
as it would go. Now this was how I thought fucking should be. We tumbled
forward. Face down onto the bed. Sam under me. My cock still deep in his
ass. The impact of our fall drove me still deeper into Sam. His ass spasmed
one more time around my hot cock and I exploded. My cum firing into his
ass. I pulled back, feeling my fresh cum lubing Sam's ass like nothing I'd
ever experienced before. And I started to drive deep into him. Time and
again. I just fucked the hell out of him. I couldn't stop.

"I think Sam started to cum again. I don't know. I don't know if he
could. I sure as shit didn't care. I was getting my rocks off like never
before. So what if he was my cousin. So what if the whole family probably
heard everything that went on. I didn't care. It felt good." Jess just gave
a nod of his head as if to say, What do you think of that?

My cock twitched. My nuts ached and then surged. I could feel my hot cum
surging through my cock. Feel my cock expand in my hand. My cock felt
bigger than I could remember it ever being. And it was getting hotter
fast. I stopped stroking for a second and looked down at my cock. So red
from the action. Straining. Throbbing. Oozing. I gave a couple of really
quick little jerky moves with my hand just below my bulging cockhead. Then,
bam! Fucking shit! I was cumming a fucking gusher that wasn't gonna
quit. It was so good. I just kept stroking and my cum kept flowing. I knew
I was making a mess on Justin's floor, but . . . fuck that! This was too
hot.

That's when Justin walked in. He stopped dead in his tracks. He looked from
one of us to the other with an expression on his face that didn't exactly
show disapproval, but made it clear that he wanted to know just what he had
walked in on.

"Jess isn't a virgin anymore. He was just telling me how he finally fucked
a guy. His cousin. For real," I said. I was embarrassed to be sitting there
with cum running down my hand. Lots and lots of cum. Puddling on the
floor. It was obvious I'd just jerked off. But at the same time I was sort
of proud in a way. Proud for Jess. That he wasn't a virgin anymore. I
didn't even realize at first that I was licking my cum off my hand. It's
just what I always do.

I guess I was embarrassed the way Justin had come in and found us. I
couldn't look at him any longer. His eyes were drilling through me looking
for answers. I didn't have answers for Justin. I didn't even want to think
about what the question might be.

I looked over at Jess. "Tell Justin," I said to Jess. "Tell him like you
just told me."

"I really don't know that I can tell it again. It's not really what I came
to tell you about," Jess said.

"Well, tell him anyway. He'll want to hear it. About your cousin," I said,
excited for Jess. "Tell him how you walked into his room and he was jerking
off to porn. Gay porn and . . ."

With that I guess I was off and running. I ended up essentially having to
tell Jess' story for him. I stopped a couple of times and tried to get Jess
to tell Justin the story himself, but he was obviously uncomfortable with
retelling it. He told Justin I had dragged the story out of him. That might
be true, but I didn't see how it was important. And Jess kept interrupting
me to tell Justin how I badgered him into telling his story. He said I kept
insisting on more and more details. Fuck, the guy wouldn't even let me say
a word when he was telling his story. How could I have dragged the story
out of him?

As I finished telling Jess' story, I looked up at Justin and said, "So you
see why I was kind of jerking off when you came in. It's a pretty fucking
hot story."

Justin agreed with that. It was "a pretty fucking hot story." But then he
turned to Jess and started talking to him in that soothing way he
has. Asking about the funeral. How his folks were doing. All that stuff I'm
no good at. He never asked him a thing about his cousin or losing his
cherry. It was kind of nuts.

And then Justin asked Jess, "So what did you come to tell us?"

To be continued . . .

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