Someone's limits are fading away!
Someone's limits are fading away!
You know that jacking off can be very erotic if you put your mind to it and do it slowly. Hot chapter. I want more.
:=D: HR.... man, I've never been so turned on by a pair of jeans that all I can of think of now, is getting into an A&F and *|**|**|*
I'm really curious on how far Billy will go next... there must be a sequel to his session with Jess ;)
Lordy! You are going to give me a heart attack and I am already dead......lol
hi hr. justin here. ive got surprise! twins*|**|* r w me. we got off wrk erly 2day and had chance to chill 2gether.:sex: we got talking & i realized they didx no r sty had started. they just red it and really like it. :=D::=D:so here they r ----
This is Pat. HR, the way you are telling Justin's story is fabulous. I started reading and couldn't stop. I read chapter 3 twice. I don't know whether it is you or Justin who made his birthday night sound so exciting, but you really captured what my brother and I were trying to do. Great job with the whole thing. We'll hopefully be getting a computer in our apartment soon and then will be able to follow the rest of Justin's story better. Hope to see you again soon.
Now it 's Paul writing this. I think Pat said just about everything I would. Great job. BTW, I don't think there's enough cum in the story. Those boys had better get jackin there meat. I do luv my cum. Hey, maybe you could tell my brothers and my story next. You know a lot has happened that might make a good story for you. We've still got some things we need to work out, but if you want to do that I think Pat would agree. It would be scorchin. Anyway, thanks again.
j again. hr, if ur free 2nite, come on bi. we may b doin somethin xlegal but nothing 2 bad. bring some (UU) and we can break sum more laws. [-X
cant wait til wed.
Aah ... the twins are back ;)!
The thought of all the 'fun' you guys will be havin is just too much for me... :dead:
This is a great story guys! Thanks! Keep 'em cummin lol
Justin -- Sorry I didn't even see your message until just now. I was out for the weekend and so missed a chance to cum play with you guys. I hope you had a great time. Was it the three or four of you? Either way, give me a little more notice next time and maybe I'll bring some beer. You know you could have called. In the meantime, watch out for those other illegal activities. I don't want you to end up in jail.
Pat & Paul -- Great to hear from you. Again, sorry I missed a chance to get together, that's assuming you guys aren't still partying. As for Paul's comment ("maybe you could tell my brothers and my story next"), I think that could really be a great project. I know you two have been through a lot this past year, but it sounds like you're getting everything together again. Good luck with it all. And if you're serious about persuing it, Justin has my phone and pager numbers, plus my email. We don't need to have that discussion publicly. So just let me know what you're thinking. This project has roughly four more months to run and I'd be free to put your project together right after that. Maybe we could even get started the month I'm wrapping the guys' story.
Stay in touch.
HR, this is a very nice story. I'm glad to see the outcomes here and the friendship building. I am like you - I need closeness and friendship, I just want to be loved. I think we all do. I admire you guys being able to be yourselves. That is just so cool. It is wonderful to see young men able to be who they are and be accepted. Thank you for sharing this private intimacy with us. :kiss:
Well, guys, it's Wednesday again. Time for a new chapter and more adventures for Jess and Billy and Jusin. But before they take center stage, I'd really like to thank the people who have taken the time to rate this project. It's a quick and easy way to give writers feedback. Enough from me. Let's hear from Jess this week.
From Jess' viewpoint
I hadn’t felt right since Billy walked out of my room yesterday. He’d jerked me off great! Cumming in his hands felt really good, even if wasn’t the way I was used to getting off. I kind of missed not shooting into my mouth. But something else wasn’t right and I couldn’t stop trying to sort it out in my mind.
After more than 24 hours working at it, I’d pretty much decided that I could be feeling out of sorts because of how my folks had raised me. I mean, they’d been telling me since I was old enough to know I had a dick not to touch it. Of course, I hadn’t listened to them.
As I got older, I heard all the fire and brimstone stuff at our church. You know, about what happens to the wicked people who don’t wait until they’re married to have sex. And worse yet, the perverts who have sex with people of their own sex. They were going straight to hell to burn forever. My parents firmly believed that and repeated it more often than I cared to remember.
So it could well be that Billy giving me a handjob, great as it felt at the time, could be causing the uneasiness I felt inside. I didn’t really believe I was going to hell, but then, I guess, I really wasn’t so sure that being gay and doing gay stuff wasn’t playing with eternal damnation. The thought made me shiver.
But, it could be that I was feeling bad that I had drawn Billy into this. I mean, all those times we jerked off together as kids, he never once touched me. And now, I tell him I’m gay and that I love him and, before you know it, he’s in my room willing to stroke my cock till it spews. What a great friend! But am I dragging him where he really doesn’t want to go? Is that why he gave me that funny look as he left yesterday? Things just don’t feel right.
Or maybe it was simply that I didn’t know crap about being gay and I was way off base about everything. But all my fretting wasn’t getting me anywhere.
I’d tried to call Billy after church that morning, but his mom said he was out. I tried again later and no one answered. So I swung by. His mom had just gotten back home from the grocery and told me she didn’t know if Billy was home or not. She thought he might be with Kate, but told me to go check in his room.
I hadn’t been in Billy’s room in a couple of years. For whatever reason, we always hung out in mine. As I entered, even in the dim light, I could see it was pretty much a mess, clothes everywhere, bed unmade, books and papers strewn around his computer. And there was a distinctive smell. It was like . . . what? As I pondered the smell, I sat on his bed. And then I saw the stains. Cum stains? Had to be. But so gross. Sheets hardened with dried cum. Stained with dried cum. Giving off Billy’s scent, like this was his lair or something. I remembered it now. Sort of fruit like. Very different than mine.
I headed home, still worrying about Billy and me. And now I started to worry about where he could be. I didn’t want to call Kate, that was for sure.
After trying to study for an hour or so, I decided to call Justin. Maybe he could help. So far he’d proven to be a great help when I needed to sort things out.
He said he wasn’t doing anything and that I should come on over if I wanted.
When I got there, Justin’s mom let me in and told me to go on up to his room. He was sitting at his computer wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs. Very sheer! Very silky! Very, very sexy!!
I was pretty sure he’d been looking at porn when I came in, but switched to his screensaver when he heard me coming in.
We chatted briefly about nothing and then our talk came to an awkward pause.
“I’m worried about Billy,” I said, looking straight into Justin’s eyes, holding his gaze. And then I added, “About Billy and me.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I had to be careful what I said, because I didn’t want anyone to know what had happened between Billy and me Saturday morning. That was personal. Our secret. No one else’s business. It was part of what bonded Billy and me together as best friends.
So without mentioning getting jacked off by Billy, I explained to Justin all my concerns and my confusion. Was I feeling guilty because of the way I was raised and what I had been taught in church? Or was I feeling guilty about dragging Billy into all this gay stuff that he really didn’t like. Would that ultimately drive us apart? What should I expect from my best friend? Certainly not love, not the way I felt it for him. So what then? Just friendship? The friendship of a best friend?
I didn’t tell Justin about the way Billy had looked at me so oddly when he left. If I had, I would have had to tell him about the jerk-off stuff.
Then, wham, Justin asked, “So has anything . . . anything sexual, I mean, happened between you guys since you told him.”
I was too stunned to answer.
“I thought so,” Justin said. “Was it good . . . for you?”
I still couldn’t bring myself to speak. I just sat there staring at Justin completely dumbstruck, realizing for the first time that he was playing with his hardening dick through his briefs. Briefs so sheer I could see his swelling cock clearly. This was not helping me form coherent words to answer. Finally I stammered, “How did you know?”
“I am gay, after all, and gay guys know this stuff,” he said, as though that explained everything. “And you’re gay, too. And gay guys like to do, well, . . . sex. We all like sex. But then, what’s not to like? So what did you guys do?”
The tip of his dick was sticking out from the elastic waistband of his briefs. He was so hard, his cockhead wasn’t even touching his abs. It was just stretching his wasteband. And he was running his index finger around the tip of his cockhead, smearing his oozing pre-cum into it. I could see his firm and nice-sized balls wrapped in the see-through fabric of his briefs. What a display! I just stared for a moment. Fascinated.
Then I took a deep breath, pulled my eyes away from his huge cock and said, “I guess he sort of beat me off a little bit.”
“Sort of? Just a little bit? Did you cum? Did it feel good? Did you like it?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said before I could stop myself. I’d shown more enthusiasm than I’d intended, even more than I felt just now. I started to speak again, with more control. “Yeah, it did feel pretty good, I guess. I mean I woke up with a woody and he was jacking me off.”
“And you came?” he asked, dipping his index finger in a drop of pre-cum poised at the tip of his rock hard cock. He put the clear ooze on the tip of his tongue. He drew his tongue into his mouth and pursed his lips, savoring the taste. I could see his tongue pressing the pre-cum against the back of his teeth, moving it around in his mouth to taste it that much better. This guy likes his cum as much as I like mine, I thought.
“Yeah. I came,” I finally answered.
Justin slipped out of his underwear as though that were the most normal thing in the world to do.
“What are you doing? Why are you taking your briefs off?” I was a little scared of what he might have in mind.
“I don’t want to mess them up,” he said matter-of-factly.
He wanted to know all the details, but I told him I couldn’t. It was a private matter and, while I needed his help, there was just so much I was willing to say.
“So why do you think Billy jacked you off after all these years?”
“I guess to show that he’s OK with me being gay. But I don’t think he is. I think that maybe what’s really bothering me . . . and him.”
“What? You think the problem is that you want to have sex with him and he doesn’t want to have sex with you? Welcome to the real gay world. But I don’t really think that’s the problem. I think it’s that your relationship is starting out to be all one sided. You want him to accept that you’re gay. You want him to show you some kind of love. And you . . .”
“Affection,” I interrupted. “I want his affection. I know I can’t expect his love.”
“But you liked the sex. You liked getting jerked off by your No. 1 man. Right?”
“Well, have you tried to think about what Billy might want? What he might like?”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Maybe a blowjob. I don’t know any guy who wouldn’t like a blowjob. Do you?”
“Well, no, I don’t guess so. But he’s not going to let me give him a blowjob. He’s straight.”
“So? Lots of straight guy like to get blowjobs from their gay friends. Nobody knows how to give a blowjob better than a gay man. For straight guys it isn’t about being gay or straight. It’s about getting your rocks off. And feeling great doing it.”
I didn’t speak.
“So why don’t you give Billy a blowjob to show him you being gay isn’t all about what you want.” The way Justin said it, this wasn’t a question. It was more like an order.
“I never gave anybody a blowjob. Hell, I never even got a blowjob,” I said, realizing I had been sitting there for minutes watching Justin run a single finger slowly and gently up and down the underside of his rock hard nine inches. Clear drops of pre-cum were slowly making their way down his mammoth cock and vanishing into his neatly trimmed curly pubes. It was fascinating.
“Not even from Ellie?”
“No. She’s not like that.”
“Well, then, it’s time you learned.” And with that, Justin sat up straight and gave his dick a couple of strokes, twisting his hand around as he moved it up and down his manpole.
I said nothing.
“For what?” I asked, having lost track of the conversation.
“To learn how to give a blowjob?”
“Now?” I asked, realizing we were talking in questions.
“I guess. So tell me what I have to do.”
“No, no,” he said. “Better than that. I’ll show you. The best part of my teaching technique is that you not only learn how to give great head – trust me, I can show you how to give great head – but you’ll get what every boy wishes for, a blowjob of your very own.”
This was going kind of fast, but I seemed unable to put on the breaks with Justin’s enthusiasm steadily building. He was already unfastening my pants and stripping me down. Soon, I was standing naked in front of him. Justin’s cock was as hard as ever, I noticed, as he knelt before me. He scratched the underside of his balls playfully as he stared at my dick. Then he looked up at me and said, “Just like a JUB story.”
“What?” I said, thinking I must have misunderstood.
“I feel like I’m one of those guys named Justin – they’re’ always named Justin – in one of those gay stories on JustUsBoys.com.”
I looked blank.
“You don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, do you?” Justin asked, with a touch of apology in his voice. “I better start paying as much attention to your brain’s education as to your dick’s. That way you’ll be able to think with both.” He laughed.
I laughed, too, but I didn’t really get it.
He told me about JUB and the gay stories about guys, lots of them, just discovering they were gay. He said I ought to read “Ryan And Me, And Ethan” by starlight70. “It’s really hot, with great sex parts. You feel like you’re right there cumming with them. It’s about two jocks who think they’re straight who start fucking around with a gay guy named Ethan. Now don’t get your hopes up, because even though the story isn’t finished yet, it’s pretty clear that the two jocks are both gay and maybe they’ll end up together.”
“Really,” I said.
“Yeah, really. But you’re not living in a JUB fuck story, I’m afraid. Because if you were, then we’d all have 10-inch cocks, fuck all day and all night, and I’d have rich parents, live in a mansion and probably have my own pool boy to fuck on the side. But read it. I think you’ll see that you’re not the first person to suddenly realize he was gay and had to figure out what to do. Fortunately, you’ve got me.”
And with that Justin stuck out his long tongue and licked my cock. I jumped back.
“Bad start,” Justin said. “I should stop messing around and get serious. You need help.”
As I had so often this evening, I said nothing, but I was feeling a little weak in the knees. “Can I sit down?” I finally said and I sat on the bare mattress on his bed.
“Sure. Make yourself comfortable. Now imagine you’re Billy and I’m you. If you have any questions about what I’m doing or why, ask. If my mouth isn’t full, I’ll try my best to answer. OK? Ready?”
Justin cupped my cock and balls in both his hands and then leaned forward and started licking. First my cock and then my balls. Then back to my cock. He was right. He was good at this. I thought Billy’s handjob was nice. This was better.
I didn’t need to tell Justin I liked it. My cock was already telling him as it stretched out in his hands. Wet with his spittle, he was now gently stroking my cock, licking it, stroking it. God it was getting hard really fast. Standing straight up, presenting its sensitive underside to his tongue, giving him a rock hard column to stroke and lick.
And then he said, “Ready?” I didn’t know what he meant, but before I could inquire as directed, he had begun to suck on my cockhead, slurping it in and out between his lips. I looked down and he was looking up, my cockhead in his smiling lips. His fist wrapped gently around my shaft. His saliva dripping down around my nuts. I was fascinated by the view. I loved the sensation.
He stopped and lifted his head enough so my cock was standing free just in front of his warm, welcoming lips. “Remember what I’m doing. Go slow. Watch your teeth that you don’t scratch him. Dicks don’t like teeth.”
I could feel his breath on my cock as he talked and couldn’t resist leaning forward to get my cock closer to his lips. So this is what blowjobs were like?
And then he started again. I gasped.
“Are you going to cum?”
“No,” I said. “Not yet.”
“Let me know if your gonna cum. That’s important.”
And he went back to caressing my cockhead with his lips, stroking my cock with one hand and now pinching one of my nipples with the other.
I pulled away suddenly, almost in a panic. “I don’t think Billy’s gonna go for this. Maybe a blowjob, but not the stuff with the nips.”
“OK,” Justin said reassuringly. “You should focus on his dick, if that’s what you think he wants, but don’t be afraid to ask him. You might be surprised.”
Justin looked a little discouraged, but then smiled reassuringly. “Just relax and try to enjoy it. Remember, you’re doing this for Billy, not to Billy. So make it as good as you can. Now relax.”
And he started again, minus the nipple. Before long he started to take my cock deeper into his mouth. In and out as his tongue played all around my swollen cock. I could see why guys went crazy for this. I watched as my cock went deeper into his mouth. I felt my sensitive cockhead being stroked by the roof of his mouth, caressed by his warm, slippery tongue. It was so wet. So welcoming. So warm.
He started to hum gently almost like a cat purring. And I felt the gentle vibration in my cock. His lips smiled as my hard meat slipped in and out. In and out. I couldn’t resist. The urge was too strong and so I started to pump my cock deeper. It must have been going down his throat. That’s what I could feel. I was fucking his throat. I could feel the surge building in my balls. I could sense every muscle in my body contract.
Then I exploded with a massive blast of cum. “I’m cumming,” I shouted and shot again and again. I could see Justin swallowing, but still cum was dribbling from the edges of his mouth. I could see it on his lips. His lips swollen from sucking on my cock. That was my cum. On Justin’s lips. My cum. His lips. Down his tight throat. Fucking A. So this was being gay.
As I looked into his eyes, I again had that great view of my still rigid cock deep between his lips, his smiling face looking up at me. My cum dripping from his mouth. On his lips.
He pulled back and my cock stood free. It felt cold in the air out of the comforting warmth of Justin’s mouth.
“Want a taste,” he said and stood. I could smell my cum like sea air on his breath. He leaned forward to kiss me. My cum on his lips.
I leaned away. “No thanks. I don’t think Billy’d go for that and I’ve tasted it before.” Again I seemed unable to move, or think, so I just said, “Thanks.”
HR -- I think this chapter turned out really good. I'm happier with the way this one makes us look. I know I wasn't real happy about it when you said you wanted us to try to react some of the things we had done so you could see them and write them better. But I think think the best parts so far are usually the ones we reacted for you.
I hope we get a chance to talk FTF soon. It's been too long. Thanks again. Sorry if I've been kind of shitty about some things lately.
i wanna learn in that way !! lol
That was really good. I like this gay sex education that both Billy and Jess are getting. It would be great to be Justin. Great story and great writing.
i love the story keep it up, cos it is keeping me up :)
then kcm1748 rote: "That was really good. I like this gay sex education that both Billy and Jess are getting."
i didx no there wud b so much interest in bj lessons. mayb i shud start a nu biznes, even change my study plan. i cud get degree in bj's nsted of biz admin.
BTW it is great 2 b me. BJs any1?:bj:
If you're willing to Teach, I'm willing to Learn (all over, again)! :badgrin:
So ... just wondering ... would "Tuition" be base on a sliding scale of age differences? #-o](*,)
Keep smilin'!! :kiss:(*8*)
you most likely wont be getting a story out of me.. well not until we break up
Your stories keep getting better and better :)
HR, your last two chapters were as great as ever. Sorry I haven't posted unti now but I have just now started college and am still trying to get used to accurately and effieciently managing my time to accomodate for both work and leisure. I'll try to post whenever I am able.
Oh and I absolutley LOVED that reference to JUB and its stories. That was so creative and really unexpected, especially at that exact moment in the story.
Oh, I love Wednesdays, this story gets updated, I get to sleep in the next day (and I only have one class so its my most open day), I get a new episode of Bleach (for those who dont know its a Japanese animation, or anime for short, kinda like a more "adult" cartoon).
Agian I love this story and can now wait for the next chapter.
Keep up the exquisite work HR,
- Good Story Keep it up.
First ridemehardbo wrote:
you most likely wont be getting a story out of me.. well not until we break up
I'm certainly not out to cause any breakups here, but it sounds to me like you have a story dying to be told. I'd love to hear it, particularly if somewhere down the road it could be another fun project for me to tackle.
If you keep teasing us about your story, I may have to track you down and have the boys #$%& your story out of you. Is your story as hot as ITIK?
As a matter of fact, if anyone out there has a personal story they think I might be able to tell for them (ridemehardbo included), just let me know . . . by private message, of course.
And thanks for all the kind feedback this week:
Willybob, hungbuzz, kcm17480 and JustForSee, thanks or all the positive words.
Chris, we were starting to get worried. I almost rounded up a search party to go looking for you. Glad the boys and I can make your Wednesdays a special treat. We must be taking a lot out of you if you need a day to rest up afterwards.
Kyanimal, it sounds like you're close to striking a deal with Justin. Do have your heart checked first. "Killer orgasms" are more than just a rumor.
Enough of this. Chapter 9 is almost ready for you this Wednesday. Stay tuned.
excellent and sexier than anything i've read in more than awhile...keep up the great uum storytelling and lessons on extra activities.
HR, you are doing really great at this story. I love the characters, and for me that is so important. I need to care to enjoy a story. Thanks for the great job you are doing.
Wow dude. awesome story so far. Can't wait to get to the next chapter.....(!)..|
WOW this is getting better and better lol.
You have a wonderful way of telling this story. No matter if how many times i come back to read it i am standing at attention no matter where I start reading. Excellent job. Cannot wait to read more. *|*
I was just checking in to see if there was any feedback to help fuel me through the final edit this morning and what do I discover? Returning fans, new fans, happy fans writing in.
withwiredeyes: Nice gallery. We even get to see what you look like when you're "standing at attention." I see you like going commando. The boys all like that, too, but then you already know what they like. Will you be posting more photos soon? I think Justin would be particularly intrigued by your look.
kiwidave: You never have to wait more than a week for more action to cum your way with this project.
cmizer: You and Chris can read along together each week. Maybe lend each other a helping hand.
phoenix72: Believe me, by the time the guys had gotten their lives figured out, there had been plenty of "lessons on extra activities." Stay tuned.
apprentice: It looks like you just joined JUB and came straight to ITIK. Glad you found our project.
And thanks for the repeat support from Endlessnight500 and mexamor. Your kind words are always appreciated. Now I better get to work again.
From Billy's viewpoint
I’d called Jess a couple of times Sunday afternoon when I got home from Kate’s. I think I was relieved he wasn’t there. Our relationship seemed like it was becoming a strain. I had to watch what I said and did and didn’t say and didn’t do.
It felt like all Jess wanted to do was tell me about being gay. That was pretty stupid because he didn’t know a fucking thing about being gay as best I could tell. But I felt sorry for him. I really did. And I still liked him. We were still best buds, but I could see how this gay shit was going to really change everything.
He finally called me back late Sunday night. Before long we were talking like we always had. Where’d I been? What was I doing? Good time with Kate? Ready to face the swim coach Monday?
But when I asked where he’d been, all he said was, “Nowhere.”
“You had to have been somewhere, cause you weren’t at home when I called.”
“Well, you weren’t at home when I called you, either,” he said.
“I know. But I was somewhere. I was at Kate’s.”
“OK. So I was somewhere, too.” But he didn’t offer where.
“Look, I don’t have time for games tonight. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, don’t tell me. But I got to study. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Things between us were obviously not the same.
* * *
Jess and I made it through the next day at school pretty much like any other day. And through swimming practice, too. I don’t think any of our friends could sense the tension between us, but I could. And I’m pretty sure he could.
As we headed for the showers after swim practice, Jess asked if I was coming over to his house to study that night. We usually hung out in his room on practice nights. When he asked, I guess I hesitated too long before answering. He finally added, “I’ve got something for you. Something I think you’ll really like.”
I told him he didn’t need to be buying me gifts. I let it go at that. I didn’t want him acting like I was his boyfriend, or shit like that. But I didn’t want to draw any attention from the other guys, either. So I finally just said I’d be by later.
* * *
I was later than usual getting to his house, but not too late. I could tell Jess was anxious when I got to his room. We chatted kind of like normal for about 20 minutes and then started studying
I’d brought my math book and we were sitting at his desk in his room, each quietly doing his own thing.
I noticed Jess kept looking over at me. “What is it?” I finally said, my exasperation obvious.
Jess, my old best friend, looked right at me. It was like he had instantly transformed himself into the old So-how-do-you-like-it Jess I had always known. He looked kind of cocky and funny and smart-ass. And I remembered why we were best friends.
“So have you ever gotten a blowjob?” He had his special smile on his face.
“What’s this all about?” I asked right back.
“Thought maybe you’d never gotten any head. So have you? Good nut-spewing, take-your-breath-away head?”
“What’s it matter to you?” I was bantering with him and we were both enjoying the exchange.
“Cause every guy wants his cock sucked. And you’re a guy, right? So I wondered if maybe Kate had finally serviced that cock of yours.”
I couldn’t believe he knew that she had. Nobody could know that but me . . . and her.
After leaving Justin’s Sunday, I’d gone straight to Kate’s. I’d needed a fix of woman really bad after what had happened. With all the fucking kinky shit going on around me – shit I couldn’t control – I needed to remind myself that I was still out for pussy.
I may not have gotten Kate to let me fuck her, but for the first time she did suck me off. She wouldn’t swallow, the bitch, but she fucking sucked my cock and it felt really good, except for her fucking teeth. I shot my load all over her folk’s garage floor. It didn’t make that big a mess, because I’d just dropped two loads at Justin’s place and one that morning taking care of my morning wood. But she was all bent out of shape and made me clean it up, swearing she’d never let me do “that” again.
“How did you know?” I asked.
“I’m a gay guy and gay guys know this stuff,” he said.
“Yeah, she did. Last night.”
“Was it as great for you as guys always say it is?”
“It was good. It couldn’t have been too bad, now could it? She got my fucking rocks off. But she kept scraping my dick with her fucking teeth.”
“Yow! That must have spoiled the moment,” he said.
My cargo shorts were starting to poke out in front with all this talk about my recent blowjob. The sensitive underside of my cockhead was rubbing against the back of my zipper. I twitched my cock muscles a couple of times to give it a little extra stimulation. Jess sensed something moving, I guess, because at that moment he looked down at my crotch and then back at me. What a big smile he had on his face.
I could feel that old tingle in my dick and cockhead that I’d felt so many times before. I could tell Jess wasn’t missing out on any of my tent action.
“Sorry Kate wasn’t more gentle with your equipment. Maybe you went to the wrong place to ease your load. You know what they say, gay guys give the best blowjobs.”
“Sure,” Jess said, his cocky, self-assured, I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude aglow in his every word and move. “Everyone knows that gay guys know the equipment a lot better than girls do. That’s why they can give the best blowjobs. Everyone knows that.”
“If you say so,” I said, not so much skeptical as not so sure I was completely comfortable with where this was heading. I was starting to have a pretty good idea what that “something” was that Jess had said he had for me. “So you want to give me a fucking blowjob? Is that it? That’s your surprise gift? Have you ever even given a blowjob?”
“Hey, you think you know so much. Well, I can blow myself, so I think I can blow you.”
“Wait, wait, wait! You can blow yourself?” That knocked me off balance. “You can suck your own dick? Since when?
“Since just after we started jerking off together as kids.”
“You told me you liked to eat your cum, but . . . You can get your cock in your own mouth? How come I never knew this? How come you never told me? We shared everything.”
“I thought it would gross you out,” Jess said. “It was the first thing I ever kept from you. And ever since, there’s just been more and more stuff I couldn’t share. I couldn’t stand it. Then I realized that what I was hiding was that I was gay,” the bravado had faded from his demeanor. He sounded defeated.
“Forget about that. I know all about all the gay stuff. But you’re serious. God fucking damn, that would be so fucking cool. So you can suck your own cock?”
“Well, I can lick it good and usually can just touch the tip of my cock to my lips. I guess I can’t really suck myself, not suck my own cock. No.”
“So now the story changes,” I said as though I were dismissing everything he’d said. But my mind was off-kilter just thinking of Jess . . . Jess sucking his own long hard cock. OK, licking his own cock. I’d seen that cock hard often enough. Even as just kids it was a nice piece of meat. Any guy would be proud to have it swinging with his balls.
“But you can lick it? For real?” I asked.
“Yeah. And as good as I can lick myself off, I’m sure I can make you shoot a load you won’t be forgetting.”
Luckily, Jess didn’t know just how high the stakes had gotten lately in that department. I had sure had my fair share of cums to remember lately. Particularly these past few days.
“So let’s see you do it. Go ahead, blow yourself, or whatever you do,” I said as I sat down in Jess’ desk chair. I laid one hand over the obvious tent I was showing. I wasn’t really all that hard, but my semi-hard dick was trapped in my shorts in a rather showy position.
Jess dropped his shorts and was, of course, not wearing underwear. His dick, which looked really small when it was soft, was resting against his low-hanging balls, which only made it look even smaller.
He turned sideways and leaned back, supporting himself with one arm, while the other started stroking his dick, pulling it, encouraging it. His actions started doing their magic. Jess was getting hard. And so was I. As he stroked determinedly at his now hard cock, I had to reach into my shorts to make an adjustment. Freed, my cock felt much better. I started checking out my equipment through the fabric of my shorts.
Jess flashed me his special smile. I was enjoying his show and rubbing my warm, thick cock. I smiled back.
“So how long does this take?” I asked, gently stroking my hard cock through my shorts.
“Not too long now,” Jess said. And with that, he rocked back, putting the full weight of his body on his shoulders, his naked torso pointed toward the ceiling. His rigid eight-inch cock pointed right at his face. Then he started to let his body bend at the waist, lowering his crotch toward his face. Lowering his nice, hard cockhead toward his waiting lips.
His tongue flicked out, but was just shy of its mark. I held my dick in my fist through my shorts. I squeezed it tight and felt my cockhead swell. God fucking damn, this was hot. I was sitting there and only a few feet away Jess, my long-time best bud, was lapping away at his fucking rod. His dick was almost going in his mouth.
Jess lowered his crotch a little more and his tongue flicked out again, catching a drop of his pre-cum and sucking it in. Bingo! I could see a smear of saliva on his cockhead. Jess stroked his cock a few more times and it seemed to still be getting longer.
My cock was getting harder and hotter, too. My hand knowingly rubbing up and down its hard length. Jess folded himself just a little tighter at the waist. I unzipped my fly and took my own cock in hand.
Then Jess’ tongue slithered from between his lips and started licking all around the tip of his cock. He was moaning and slurping. It was fucking incredible to watch. I was jealous and in awe. And so fucking turned on. I just wanted to pop a load right then and there. This was so cool!
He straightened up a little, moving his cock away from his lips and I could see a long drip of pre-cum hanging from the swollen lips of his cockhead, ready to drip into his mouth. He opened his lips wider and it oozed in.
That almost sent me over the edge. I eased my hand away from my cock, not wanting to cum. I just wanted to see the ******
I didn’t have to wait long. Jess soon started to groan, lowered his cock back to his lips and, damn, it looked to me like he was sucking the tip of his cock. Or really close. The swirling action of his tongue made it hard to tell. He groaned again.
Jess shot his cum straight into his mouth. Not a drop lost. He didn’t seem to cum that much and he didn’t seem to swallow, which surprised me for a guy who said he liked to eat his own cum. I’d figured he’d swallow.
He lowered himself, so he was again seated on the bed facing me. I could see little creamy cum bubbles on his smiling lips. Jess’ cum bubbled between his lips as he gave me his special smile . He looked right at me and then at my meatmonster. I was holding my cock in my hand – eight inches of hard dick that was ready to explode with geysers of my own cum.
“So, he said, “how do you like it?”
He stood up and said, “Let me take care of that for you.”
Cum, some of Jess’ cum that he hadn’t swallowed, was dripping down his chin as he spoke. He just let it flow and I could see his tongue coated in his really thick cream. I couldn’t stop watching.
But soon he was on his knees before me, wiping the cum that had drooled from his mouth on the palm of one hand. He used it as lube on my waiting cock. He stroked me slowly a few times. I gasped, fearing I was about to cum.
He stopped moving his hand and gave me a second to recover. I was still close to blowing my load but holding in there. He lowered his mouth to my cock and locked his cum drenched lips around it. I could feel his tongue playing against the sensitive underside of my cock. Toying with my piss slit. He started to stroke my cock with his whole warm, wet mouth. Not very deep. Just the head and an inch or two of my rod at first.
His mouth was full of his fresh cum as he gave me a blowojob. Using his cum as extra lube on my cock. I was so turned on. So excited. My cock was vibrating inside his mouth with all the sensations around it. His tongue. His cum. His warm sucking lips. Stroking my hard horny teen dick. Coaxing my cum. I felt his tongue swirl around the tip of my cockhead again. I tried to relax. To stretch out the sensation. But I couldn’t. I felt the urge rising from my nuts. My toes curled. My stomach muscles tightened. I threw my head back. I wanted to scream, “I’m fucking gonna cream your mouth.” But instead I just gasped one more time.
Before I could warn Jess I was gonna cum, to my surprise, he lifted his head off my engorged cock, leaving strings of his cum stretched between his swollen lips and my cockhead.
He spit some of his cum and probably plenty of my pre-cum into his palm and started to jack me off. I let my head drop back, partly in frustration for the interrupted blowjob and partly because I was so ready to cum I couldn’t control my own movements. Then, with Jess’ cum-covered palm firmly but gently stroking the full length of my eight inches, I came.
I don’t need to say it was a lot. I always cum a lot. I love it that I do. Jess just kept stroking and I just kept cumming. Cum covered his fist and was running down his arm and dripping off his elbow.
I looked down into my cum-covered lap and then at Jess, now wiping his hand and arm off on a towel.
“So, how do you like it?” he said in his patented cocky way. Then in a much more serious tone, he repeated, “So, Billy, how do you like it?”
All I could think was, Fuck, Jess, what have we just done?
I couldn't say anything. I couldn't get my head around the fact that my best friend had just licked his cock till he shot off in his mouth and then sucked me till I blew my load, too. Too fucking weird. My best bud.
“I'm really glad I did that for you,” Jess said finally, breaking the silence that had settled over us while I stared into a pool of my manjuice on the floor between my legs. “Really glad.”
“For me? You did that for me? No, that was for you? You just wanted to . . .” I fell silent as it all became clear to me. This was just like when I gave Jess the handjob to show there was sex stuff we could do together. That we could be friends and get each other off, too. Not gay shit. Just jerking each other off.
I immediately knew that Justin had planned this whole scenario, too. Probably said something like, Blowjobs aren't gay unless you're giving one. Lots of straight guys love getting blowjobs from their gay friends.
It made me laugh.
“Justin cooked this up, didn't he?”
Jess didn't answer.
“Just like he cooked up me giving you that handjob the other day. He's trying to show us how we can do sex stuff together. The little fucker thinks he's so fucking clever.” I laughed again.
“What?” Jess said, alarmed. “He told you to give me the handjob?”
“Sure. He even showed me how to really do it right. Like straight guys don’t know about jacking off."
“Did you jack off Justin?” Jess asked.
“No, he jacked me off . He said that way I could see how to do it right. I did pretty good, didn't I?” And images started to flood through my brain of Justin kneeling in front of me stroking my hard cock. My cum flowing over his fist. Justin and me lying on his bed, our cocks throbbing, aching, pre-cum dripping dicks rubbing against each other, shooting their hot loads all over our smooth bodies. My cock in my old cum drenched jeans.
“That little shit,” Jess said. I realized he was furious. “Everything he’s told us has been wrong. Wrong for you. Wrong for me. Wrong for us. He’s just trying to trick us into having sex with him. He doesn’t give a shit about me. Or you.”
Jess’ rant continued and then, with a sense of finality in his voice, he said, “You can’t ever see him again.” It was an order. Jess was ordering me never to see Justin again.
“Who made you king over me?” I asked, then added, “And why would I see him again anyway?”
Why would I see Justin again? There really was no reason at all. I could tell Jess was jealous that Justin had jacked me off. He probably couldn’t begin to imagine half of what had happened between us.
But that was over now.
I looked at Jess. So fragile. So easily shaken from his smart-ass act. And in that moment I saw an opportunity to make things better for both of us.
“OK. Suppose I agree to never see Justin again. But in return, you have to promise that this sex shit between us is over, too. I want us to be best friends. I can’t handle being best friends and getting each other off all the time. That’s not going to work. We have to go back to the way things were.”
It was what I wanted. And Jess agreed.
Kate would just have to learn to watch her teeth, because I had a lot more cumming to do.
Keep it up!Awesome Story!Really liked it.
I haven't commented yet, but I absolutely love the story HR.
As for Jess and Billy, two years ago I encountered a very similar experience w/ my best friend at the end of our junior year in HS (and continuing into senior year). Actually, the events described in your story are pretty much identical to everything that happened with us (minus Justin). Just remember the friendship you guys have is special and you need to cherish it, because it's for sure something that I miss. I dunno if you guys are still in HS, but from my experience now that I'm in college, I rarely see my best friend since we go to different schools. We talk often, but it's obviously not the same not having your best bud around when everything around you is changing so quickly. Just don't take anything for granted. ;-)
Keep up the work HR!
croatboi -- "As for Jess and Billy, two years ago I encountered a very similar experience w/ my best friend at the end of our junior year in HS (and continuing into senior year). Actually, the events described in your story are pretty much identical to everything that happened with us (minus Justin). "
I'm so glad you wrote. :D I'd love to talk to you more about it. What you did. The stuff you said and didn't say. It is such an awkward thing, ](*,)](*,)!oops!or it was for us at least. I am so glad you guys are still friends. ..|That's the important thing.
Hey, Justin -- Is HR right. Does withwiredeyes turn you on? *|**|*You can tell us? Make sure you check out his gallery. *|**|**|*
Billy, I sent you a PM. Hopefully you'll get my message and I can tell you about my experience sometime. I think I have some good insight for both you and Jess. I was in Jess's position, but after going through my experience, I can give both of you some advice along with plenty of stories. *|*
HR... another dramatic gem:D
Ahhh, the truth finally comes out. About time Justin and his little game had been found out (sorry Justin). Yet another magnificent chapter there HR, I can not wait for next Wednesday to come around. Ohh, teenage drama, tests of freindship, secret meetings, dark secrets, and much more are trully what make the teenage experience so very memorable. And they make for a great story full of conflict, love, acceptance/ rejection, understanding/ ignorance, change and so much more.
Looking forward to next Wednesday,
Thanks HR, Reaction sets in!!! very interesting, how will they all cope with all the new feelings that they are experiencing?? Are they only fooling around, or are they beginning to realise they might be gay?? Look forward to reading next weeks chapter.
Great tale HR
Man, I can't beleive I've read that all in one sitting. Fantastic.
Hardreader: Great 'flowing' story lines. Looking forward to next chapter.
I too am keen to know if Withwiredeys is your type, Justin?
OMG! This story is SO Amazing! It's managing to capture the intense Tension between "Tween" Guys! I was THERE! I've Done THAT! So ... I should Know! The entire Experience you are relating here is SO True to Fact!! :=D: ..|
All of the Doubt! All of the Uncertainty! ALL of the giving in to the Experiences! (Without anything artificially lowering Social Inhibitions!) ALL of the Daring to DO! And the Fear of "letting it Go"!
I've been in Billy's "shoes", and Jess's, too! But never had the balls to be as Brazen as Justin! #-o
"HR" ... I find it Truly Awesome that you are conveying, so accurately, the Turmoil, of all the Emotions, in such situations! :=D: And, the accompanying Sensations! (ww)
Keep smilin'!! :kiss:(*8*)
And, Oh, Yeah! I think Withwiredeyes is a Smexy "Hottie"!! *|*(!)
For those of you who sent me private messages I meant to write this earlier, but I just wanted people to know that I realize I shouln't have told Billy he couldn't see or talk to Justin. I'm not usually like that. I know friendships don't work that way, but you can imagine hoe I felt just then. I was really pissed at Justin and trying hard to save my frienmdship with Billy. what was I suppose to do? Anyway, I know better than that.
I'll be posting Chapter 10 in just a few minutes. I wanted to welcome a few newcomers and thank a few of the faithful.
Paulo68 -- Reading nine chapters straight through may have been harder than you expected. Welcome, Paulo68!
croatboi -- You've been through a lot, if, as you write, "the events described in your story are pretty much identical to everything that happened with us (minus Justin)." I'm sure Justin will be sad to learn he missed out. We hope things are going well for you in college and glad to have you aboard. I'm sure Jess and Billy would love whatever advice you can share.
Kyanimal -- You and croatboi aren't the same person, are you? Both had the same experience? Hmmmm. . . . Are you lusting after withwiredeyes?
harry113, cks53200 and muzakified -- Thanks again for your steady support and enthusiasm for ITIK.
Now, guys, play nicely amongst yourselves while I post Chapter 10.
From Justin's viewpoint
I’d been taking out my frustrations on my dick. Night after night sitting at my computer beating off. I’d probably have to throw my desk chair away. It reeked of my cum. Cum was soaked into the seat fabric. Cum was soaked into the rug under my desk. Cum was . . . Well, you get the idea. First I’d beat off to JUB and then to Xtube. JUB. Xtube. JUB . . .
It had only been four days, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go on getting off solo. Sure, I’d been beating off for years and I was really good at it, but I’d been spoiled lately. First Billy. Then Jess. It was sort of like having the twins back and I’d almost rubbed my cock raw missing the twins when they left. This was worse somehow. I’d had less sex with Billy and Jess – a lot less -- but was missing them more.
Not a word from either. Not since Sunday. Not since I’d sucked Jess off and offered to let him taste his own cum fresh from my swollen lips. I really thought he might go for it, even though he gets so hung up about the simplest shit.
It was hard to believe he was best friends with Billy. Billy may be straight . . . and I use both the words “may” and “straight” advisedly . . . but he was so relaxed about sex. As he liked to say, “I’ve got my limits,” but . . .
I didn’t know what to make of the cold shoulder I suddenly was getting from both of them at school this week. Not that they were ever going to be buddy-buddy with me around their straight friends, but no recognition. None whatsoever. Not even a nod from either of them. I knew they were both seniors and I was “just a junior.” I knew Jess was deep in the closet and Billy was so hung up on being the big straight jock. But damn it all! I missed both of them. They could at least return one of my text messages.
I’d just finished getting off to “jamesdman20” at DudeTube one more time and decided I needed to take a break from porn. I lay down on my bed, cradling my tired cock in my palm. A little jizz still oozing out the tip. My cock lips were red and swollen from all the hand action. I stared at those pouting lips for a minute, thinking of Jess’ lips and then Billy’s and how good it would feel to have them wrapped around my cock. And soon I drifted off.
I guess I was tired because I was dreaming in no time. To my astonishment, when I awoke an hour later I was rock hard again. I could still remember the central theme of the most fabulous dream. It had involved a lot of running, like on a track at school or something like that. But somehow at the finish line, there was a huge bed and Jess and Billy and I were in it, all hot and sweaty from running. We were raging horny and wrestling with each other. Our over-sexed bodies writhing against one another. The twins were the referees. Buck naked. Both of them. Their beautiful cocks rock hard. They were cheering us on as we slid around in our sweat.
Then Billy and I were lying on the bed, our legs scissored between each other so our balls were touching and our huge hard cocks were side by side and pointing to the sky and dripping pre-cum. Two enormous towers of beautiful cock flesh.
Jess was lowering his beautiful tight swimmer’s ass to be impaled by both of us at the same time. He had one hand wrapped around both Billy’s and my cocks, holding them together where they belonged. I could feel the heat from Billy’s hot cock pressed against the underside of my nine-incher and the warmth of Jess fingers squeezing around the rest of my throbbing pole. He was saying something to us I couldn’t make out.
God, damn, shit! That’s when I woke up with this fucking throbbing nine inches of insatiable cock to deal with and no Billy and no Jess. I knew then that I need to find someone I could share my horny cock with before I went crazy thinking about those two assholes. I couldn’t cum solo again.
As much as I didn’t want to, I decided to call Mike. I’d say he was a friend, but he isn’t. More like a fuck buddy, but we’ve never fucked. Just fooled around some. OK, more than some.
He was in college, not a jock type but with a nice enough body. He always had a great tan, a face you don’t mind seeing and a package that always looked like it wanted to be unwrapped. He also was the assistant manager who got me into A&F. I’d filled out all the paperwork and shit and interviewed with the manager. Mike called to say it was a done deal; I just needed to come into the store before closing one night that week and get oriented. Then the job would be mine.
When I showed up at the appointed time, there was only Mike and another sales guy and a few customers. Mike introduced me to the other guy and showed me around a little. Before long, the place had emptied out and the sales associate was straightening up or some shit. Mike told him to go home. He said I was a new associate and he was going to show me how to close.
Man, before you could say, “Fuck me again,” the guy was gone.
That’s when the true nature of my “orientation” became clear. We were leaning back against the checkout counter as Mike blabbed on about what stuff was where in the store. I noticed he had been reaching down to rub his crotch every so often. Nice crotch, I’d already noticed. I couldn’t resist taking a fresh look as he reach down to rub himself again.
Of course, he saw me look. So rather than look away, I just kept my eyes fixed on his growing bulge and smiled so broadly he couldn’t miss it. He just kept rubbing his dick through his jeans and it just kept growing, stretching down his right thigh. Pulling at the denim of his loose-cut jeans. Nice cock!
I just kept watching and smiling. I hadn’t thought about it, but, of course, I was sporting some pretty noticeable wood myself.
Finally Mike started to explain in his same business-like tone that if I wanted him to sign off on my orientation there was one more simple thing I had to do. He was sure I wouldn’t mind.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” I said.
He stepped in front of me and took hold of my wrist. He pushed my palm against his hard-on.
“Help me out,” he said. It was sort of a question. Sort of a request.
I started to unzip him jeans. He grabbed my hand and shook his head No. He put my hand back on his cock. I could feel the heat of his horny dick through the fabric. I stroked it a few times, trying with each stroke to move it to a more upright and comfortable position. It looked so uncomfortable trapped against his thigh.
With my help, it was moving. But if I had to work through the denim, I didn’t think I could really do anything but keep his poor cock all stirred up and aching.
Finally, as I kept my hand around his cock, he reached down into his jeans and gently moved his cock so it was now pointing up and to the right. In its new position it felt like it had gotten a hell of a lot thicker and maybe longer, too. Without removing my hand, I moved back a little so I could get a better view. It looked like if it got any bigger or stood up any straighter, I’d be able to see his cockhead peering out of his waist band.
I was loving this orientation. Only I was hoping that maybe Mike might show my horny cock the attention it deserved . . . and really wanted.
I started stroking Mike’s cock again through his jeans, trying to work it so that his cock did slip out of the top of his waist band. I didn’t have far to go. Mike had started grinding his hot cock against my hand and making a low guttural sound that I took for a thank you.
Frustrated that Mike wasn’t returning the favor, I reached down with my free hand and gave my swollen dick a friendly squeeze.
“Never touch yourself in the store. That is completely against the rules. If you get aroused while working, try to ignore it,” Mike said, sounding like a boss who had repeated this admonition a thousand times.
I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t work. I was jacking the guy off after hours. What the fuck was going on?
Mike seemed to know just what I was thinking. “You have to learn self-control in this job. There will be temptations.”
And he ground his dick against my hand some more. I just went on working his cock and occasionally gave his balls a little attention, too.
I thought he was about ready to cum. He couldn’t get much harder.
“Follow me,” Mike said and turned and walked into the fitting area. I followed and took the opportunity to work my own cock a time or two while his back was turned. As I rubbed my palm over my crotch, I could feel a sizeable wet spot at the tip of my cock.
When Mike got to the fitting area, he stood in front of the multiple mirrors, the ones that let you see yourself reflected from all different angles. As I looked in the mirrors, I could see countless images of Mike, all sporting a raging hard-on. In his A&F jeans, of course.
“Have you ever given a blowjob?” Mike asked.
“Maybe,” I said, trying to be coy, but thinking back to my days with the twins when blowjobs were an everyday occurrence. Shit, multiple blowjobs lots of nights.
“Well, after tonight, you can say yes with certainty.” He sounded so official when he talked. It was like he was a different Mike than the one I had met before. Gone was the casual, friendly guy who had offered to get me the job. But even if he was acting like a horny work nerd, it looked like I was about to get a tasty load to eat. So I wasn’t gonna complain.
He told me to take off my shirt and turn around. He complimented my pecs and said how much he liked guys with tight bodies like mine. It made me feel good and, I could tell by his boner, I was making him feel good, too.
He told me to unzip his jeans. When I did, his dick sprang free. The movement caught my eye in the mirror and I realized I could see hundreds of Mike’s dicks at countless angles. It was so cool.
I figured I didn’t need to wait for any further directions and I started to lick his very nice cock. Not as long as mine, but good sized. Maybe almost eight thick inches. Really thick inches.
I had barely started slurping my way up and down the underside of his fat cock, when he says, “Suck it . . . hard.”
I put the head in my mouth and I could have sworn my mouth was as full as it could get. Mike’s cock seemed even bigger around in my mouth than it had in my hand.
“Now suck it,” he said and started to pump his cock between my lips. He wasn’t being too gentle. He was raping my mouth. I could see a million images of his fat cock pumping my lips. And his cute butt, which I hadn’t focused on before. It was the driving force moving that fat cock in and out of my straining mouth..
I was really getting into all the views I had of me blowing Mike. It was quite a turn on. It was like we were on TV or something. With that combination of distraction and enhancement, I was doing my best to suck him off.
After a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock almost out of my mouth. I was sucking hard on the warm fat cockhead. Swirling my tongue around it. Occasionally tasting some of his pre-cum. Then he grabbed his cock tightly around the base, pulled it out of my mouth, and started slapping me in the face with it. I’d seen that done plenty of times in porn, but I’d never had it done to me. Each slap sent a jolt directly to my hot, hard cock making it ooze pre-cum in anticipation..
I looked in the mirrors and saw the action from all angles. His thick cock slapping against my cheeks. Drops of his pre-cum streaking my cheeks. His cute butt muscles squeezed tight. I thought I looked pretty damn good in the mirror being cock-whipped by my soon-to-be boss. I wanted a picture of me that way.
Then Mike started to gasp and stroke his cock. Then he was back to whipping my face. Finally he began to rub his engorged cock against my cheek. I thought he wanted me to suck him again. Probably eat his cum load. But when I tried to take his meat in my mouth, he moved it so it was rubbing against my other cheek. That big, fat, swollen cockhead, pre-cum oozing out of it, rubbing against the light stubble on my cheek.
What a turn on! What a view in those mirrors!
I saw him start to shake his head back and forth and words flowed from his mouth. “Fuck. Shit. Cocksucker. Cumming. Oh god. Fuck. I’m gonna . . .”
And he shot his first wad of cum. I could see it in the mirrors as it streaked from his swollen piss lips and sprayed across the side of my head, leaving a thick stream of cum in my hair. His second blast was over my shoulder and ran down my back. I could feel it land at about my shoulder blade, a big warm glob of cum. I could see that, too.
He used the rest of his generous cum to spray my face with his man juice. When he was done, he took his big fat cock and wiped his cum all over my face, my forehead, my neck.
It was quite a little show, with me at the center of it.
Mike finally stepped back and looked down at his handy work.
“I think you’ve finished your orientation. The job’s yours if you want it.” He gave me a cute smile as his office demeanor vanished. I could imagine him as somebody’s boyfriend material. But probably not mine.
All the same, I’d had a better time at orientation than I expected, but I still needed to get off . . . big time.
I saw Mike staring at my crotch and hoped he was about to make his move. He didn’t. At last I looked down to see how obvious my boner was. The outline of my cock, all nine glorious, horny inches of it, was clearly visible. As was the very large and growing wet spot on the front of my jeans. I told him I couldn’t go home like this.
Mike asked if I was going straight home and would my folks be waiting for me. I told him I was and they would be.
He pulled himself together, shoving his sticky cock back in his pants, and went off somewhere. A minute later he was back. “Here’s a pair of jeans you’ll look good in. You can wear them home. And here’s another pair just like them to replace the pair you spilled something on,” he said, with the emphasis on “spilled.” Then he flashed me his winning college-boy smile again.
I thanked him and asked him to excuse me while I changed. He told me he’d love to see me change right there.
“But I’ve gotta take a piss,” I lied.
“Well, don’t forget to wash your face and hands,” he said as he brushed one hand against my cheek, collecting a sample of the cum he’d left there. He put it to his lips. “I like the taste of me on you.”
In the employees’ men’s room, I quickly stripped off my jeans. My cock was so hard, so ready for some love and attention. I really needed to cum right then, even though I was sure it was against the rules. Mike’s rules.
I didn’t need any more lube than my love muscle was already providing. I just let my hand wrap gently around my cock and gently stroke. My eyes closed as I imagined myself stroking my meat in front of the mirrors, seeing my cock from the front, both sides, reflected an infinite number of times. In my mind I was slowly turning before the mirrors, my hand stroking the incredible length of my hard cock, so hard and so ready. My nuts pulled up and my cockhead tingled. My whole shaft was ablaze with excitement. I opened my eyes, a little surprised to see I was still standing in front of the urinal.
It took the edge off for a brief moment. I picked up my old jeans and held the crotch to my face, burying my nose in the damp spot left by my pre-cum. I inhaled deeply and that did it. It came, shooting high in the air. Cum splattered on the wall above the urinal. And again I shot. This time even higher. I liked that. I think seeing my cum splattering so high against that wall was making me shoot even higher. The fourth blast was the highest. Goddamn, I had needed to unload.
When I was done, I used some paper towels to clean up a bit, hoping Mike didn’t need to use the john next. Any idiot would know what had happened here. I just hoped no one ever knew it was me.
I took a glance at myself in the mirror and realized I needed to follow Mike’s advice. The remnants of his cum were still all too obvious. I washed up and headed out.
When I got back to Mike, he looked like he was ready to go.
But, when he looked at my crotch in the jeans he’d just given me, he paused. “You wear those goddamn jeans to work and we’ll sell out in a day. What a fucking advertisement you are.”
“Thanks. I’ll wear them my first day,” I said, pleased that Mike liked what I had to ******
“Maybe you’d like to wear them to my place Thursday night. I’m off at 7.”
And that’s how it started with Mike. I went over to his apartment Thursday and I gave him a blowjob. I got to swallow most of his load that time. But he’s got cum that smells a lot like bleach and it isn’t that great. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s still better than a burger and fries any day. Better than a vanilla shake.
But Mike never worried about getting me off. It was always about him. On the other hand, every time I went to his place, I’d go home with something nice – jeans, shirt, even a jacket one time. Good sit from the store. I didn’t ask questions, so he didn’t have to tell lies.
And Mike had pretty good porn. I liked watching his DVDs on his wide-screen. To see guys fucking each other in hi def is so cool. In slow motion it’s even better. Big cocks on a big screen.
So now I was getting ready to call Mike again. It was better than whacking off alone one more night. I’d get to see his new apartment and we’d probably watch some good porn. It was a little better than my right hand and Xtube. At least after I blew him, he seemed to enjoy watching me jack off slowly to his porn. I always like an audience. Sometimes he even came a second time while he watched . . . watched me stroking and cumming.
It was better than shopping at Wal-Mart. Better than jacking off alone again. Better than sitting at home missing those two assholes.
Whao! I guess your "little" head has more power over your "Big" one! Just let those two Guys go??! "Cum" on, Dude! :eek: #-o ](*,)
Keep smilin'!! :kiss:(*8*)
Wow! That boy needs someone to get him off and Mike isn't it.
Too right, Mike isn't the one !!
Will the guys get together ... or won't they ???
Thanks, Next please !!
Poor Justin....one boned up pup.
I'm hoping Billy and Jess help out a little more.:sex:
BTW, I know you post on a Wednesday but Wednesday comes early in OZ so I have to read it Thursday am.#-o
Thanks Hardreader. My BF and I are really enjoying this.
great stuff !!
i like the new plot of the story. very hot.
How come none of my bosses ever gave me an orientation like that...lol These boys are hot and horny and I miss those times. Awesome continuation... until next Wednesday.