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.
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 :)
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 show.
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.
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
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 show.
“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.
aw poor Justin he needs some one to take away his frustration. Once again wonderfully arousing story.
So what i am away for a week and everyone starts talking about me? Goodness you all flatter me with such words i might need to post more pictures.
Great writing Hardreader (!)(!) Keep up the great work *|* I know you are busy with other things in your life but it would be wonderful if you could post this great story more often ..|..|
I think Justin needs some release real bad. You could send him my way and will gladly take care of him lol. I will be anxiously waiting for the next,
As always, thank you for the update and mentioning me in your post !oops! I was so looking forward to this update especially after returning from a recent trip.
In this chapter, I really felt sorry for Justin who felt he has been given the cold shoulder from the boys (*8*) C'mon, let's see Justin gettin what he deserves since he has been the one :bj: to others... and damn good one that is.
Also, Mike still looking for any staff? :twisted:
Keep your pants on! Chapter 11 will be along shortly. Oh, go ahead and take them off.
Who's wearing pants while JUBbing anyway??? :confused: :badgrin:
Still waiting, in anticipation!! *|*
Keep smilin'!! :kiss:(*8*)
From Billy's viewpoint
I let myself sleep late Saturday morning. By the time I got moving, I really had to hustle to get to school for the swim meet. That meant I had to choose between getting something to eat and beating off. That’s how little time I had. Stupid me, I picked food.
I always jerk myself off the morning of a meet. Fuck, I get myself off every morning, but especially on swim meet mornings. The coach gets real bent out of fucking shape if a guy’s sporting wood during a meet. You know, in our uniform Speedos there’s not a lot of extra room.
The coach had told us a thousand times, “It an swim M-E-E-T. Not M-E-A-T. I don’t want you guys out there parading around with your privates not lookin’ so private.”
I figured jacking off the morning of a meet was a good precautionary move. And I always enjoyed it, too.
But not that day.
When I got in the locker room and slipped into my Speedo, I knew immediately I was gonna be in trouble. The lining in the crotch caressed my balls and the underside of my cock like an old friend. The tingling sensation in my nuts started immediately, sending messages straight to my cockhead. I tried frantically to think where and how I could toss a quick load, but there just wasn’t anywhere to turn.
I tried not to think about it, which helped a little, but my problem was pretty obvious to anyone who took even a casual glance my way. Fortunately, the cool water in the pool soon helped to cool things down in my cock department. I thought I’d probably escape with no major embarrassment.
Then just before my second race, I was looking around to see who was in the stands. There was Justin. Staring straight at me, or, more accurately, straight at my crotch. Nothing subtle about it. He noticed me looking his way and smiled. My cock jumped.
I quickly looked away, trying frantically to see where Jess was. He was talking to coach and fortunately hadn’t noticed. He was oblivious to Justin, the look, or even my crotch, which was now a growing problem. And I couldn’t get my mind off of it.
You probably don’t need for me to describe in too much detail what a horny, 18-year-old’s cock looks like when it is stretching out toward its full eight-inch length. It’s hard to keep it confined inside a Speedo that can only cover about half of it. I turned away from Justin and went to get some water. I needed to cool down and get my head together. My race was coming up next.
As I was getting a sip of water, the coach called me over. I tried to look casual holding a towel in front of my crotch as coach gave me the usual talk. Gotta win this one. It’s important. Better than last week. Stay focused. Blah, blah, blah. He didn’t mention my all too obvious boner.
It was almost time to take my starting position. I caught a glimpse of Justin from the corner of my eye. He was standing up in the mostly-seated crowd. Again he starred right at my crotch. When he saw me looking is way, he reached down with one hand, cupped his cock and balls and casually played with them for a moment. He was wearing the jeans. My old jeans. Maybe it was my imagination, but I was sure I could see the cum stains on the crotch. Our cum stains. Justin’s and mine. Justin was standing there rubbing his crotch through the jeans I had personally soaked with a huge amount of my boy cum. As I watched Justin put on his show, my raging cock was all but freeing itself from the fabric of my tiny Speedo. Before things could get any worse, I dove in the pool.
* * *
“I really fucked up today,” I said to Jess as we walked into the locker room after the meet. Jess had finished second in two important races and helped a relay team to a first. My performance was even worse than the week before.
“What happened to you before your second race? Why’d you dive into the pool?” Jess asked.
“I just lost it. I don’t know,” I lied.
“I saw Justin in the stands,” Jess said, appearing to change the subject as he stripped off his suit, ready to hit the showers. I was still having trouble controlling my horny dick and couldn’t help checking out Jess’ cock. His was limp, but just the mention of Justin had caused my cock to stir. So I sat on the bench by my locker trying to conceal my all-to-obvious hard-on.
“I bet he’ll try to talk to me when I leave,” Jess said as he wrapped his towel around his waist and started toward the showers. “Remember, we’ve gotta just ignore the guy. It’s working.”
What the fuck was he talking about? He thinks “it’s working.” What’s working? And what makes Jess so sure Justin wants to talk to him? I didn’t say a word.
I guess I was expecting Jess to approach me outside the locker room after the meet, like he did before. Had he ever trolled for Jess after a meet? Suddenly I was really confused and I didn’t even know why the fuck I cared who Justin was trolling for. Sure he gives a great handjob, but . . .
But what, I thought. But what the fuck?
When Justin had grabbed his cum-stained crotch earlier, I had just assumed it was meant as an invitation. To me. To come see him. An invitation to break the silence. To talk. To get things back to where they had been. Wherever the fuck that was. I was still confused.
I hung around the locker room awhile, talking to the guys. Apologizing for my shitty performance. Everyone was really nice about it. Jess reminded me as he headed out that I could come hang out at his house after my date that night. I hadn’t told him I’d broken my date with Kate. She’d been such a bitch all week.
When I left the gym, I sort of expected Justin to be waiting somewhere nearby. But I didn’t see him. Maybe he’d given up, or thought he’d missed me. Or maybe he had never been there to see me in the first place. Maybe I was imagining that he’d come to the meet to see me. To deliver his message.
I drove around awhile, not wanting to go home. Not sure if I was expected at Justin’s. After an hour, I drove to his house.
His mom said he’d told her I might come by and that he was up in his room studying. “Go on up,” she said.
I knocked and heard him say, “Come on in.”
He was sitting bare-ass naked in front of his computer looking at pictures of guys sucking each other off. His cock looked enormous -- fuck it was enormous – jutting from his lap. I couldn’t help but stare. The rim of his cockhead was flared and his piss lips were swollen. It was obvious he was pretty worked up over his “studying.”
“Come on in,” he said again, looking away from me and back at his computer. On the screen there was a picture of a really cute blond surfer kid with a humongous cock in his mouth and cum running down his chin. As though that weren’t enough, the surfer had a thick streak of his own cum right up the center of his nicely muscled chest. It was obvious the cum decorating his chest had just shot out of his own oversized cock, which he held firmly in both hands. It was a lot for me to take in.
“Nice picture. I love that you can see both of their cum shots,” Justin said as though he were talking about some normal picture.
“What are you looking at?” was the best I could come up with.
“Nothing important. I’ve just been so fucking horny all week. It seems no one wanted to even return my calls.”
He clicked his computer off and swiveled to face me. His cock still rigid and so fucking long. I realized for the first time how well formed it was, with its purple vein snaking up it. The smooth flaring cockhead. The nuts, so symmetrical as they hung beneath this really nice piece of equipment. I was impressed. A nice package for any guy to have.
Pre-cum was oozing from the tip of Justin’s cock. He swiped a finger across the tip and tasted it.
“I hoped you might come,” he said. “I really hoped you would, but after this week of giving me the cold shoulder, I didn’t know what to expect. Is it you, or is it Jess? Or both of you? Have I done something to hurt either one of you? I really thought I was helping and had hoped we could be friends.”
With that start, a very lengthy conversation began. I explained about Jess’ edict not to see Justin. I told him I thought it was as much about jealousy as really believing Justin had done something intentionally wrong.
Everything Justin said that day convinced me of what I had come to suspect all week. He wasn’t the bad guy in all of this. Maybe no one was. It was just that Jess’ coming out and insisting that he loved me had really fucked up our relationship.
We’d done an OK job of piecing it back together to get through a single week, but it had required a lot of pretending. Part of that pretending was that Justin didn’t even exist. That he hadn’t given me a handjob, or Jess a blowjob. That Jess and I were best friends with nothing sexual between us. That life could go on as it always had. I explained all of this and more to Justin. Throughout my telling, he had slowly but steadily stroked that huge cock of his. I was fascinated by it. It was like watching a snake charmer or some shit like that.
“So then, why are you here?” Justin finally asked, for the first time leaving his rock hard nine-incher alone.
“I don’t know. I thought you sort of were inviting me by coming to the meet and I’ve felt shitty ignoring you this week. You’ve taught me a lot and I think you really tried to help me . . . me and Jess.”
“And that’s all?” Justin asked, finally standing and turning away from me, leaving me a view of his incredibly tight butt. What did this guy do to stay in such shape?
“No. I’ve thought about this all week and there is something more.”
“Really?” Justin said, looking at his face in the mirror over his dresser. His unblemished butt cheeks were amazing, with their perfect tan line. How did he have such a good tan this time of year?
I was lost in my admiration of Justin’s ass, gently massaging my cock through my jeans. The pair Justin had given me.
“So there is something more? Are you going to tell me?” Justin asked, interrupting my thoughts on his hard butt.
“I just really enjoy being here with you. It’s kind of how things used to be with Jess. Relaxed. We could say whatever we wanted. Or not say fucking shit at all. We got each other. Or I thought we did. With you there isn’t anything hidden. I think Jess is all wrong about that. You are fucking what you are.”
“Thanks,” Justin said as he turned back to face me. “Thanks. That means a lot to me. So what do you want to do today? You’re probably tired from the meet and all. We can just hang out. Listen to some tunes. Watch TV.”
“Well, there is one thing I want to do,” I said. “You may have noticed my boner at the meet today. Well, I didn’t get to relieve my morning woody today and it’s got me pretty horny.” Like the guy couldn’t see the bulge in my jeans.
“So you want a blowjob? Is that it?” he asked coolly. Before I could answer, he added, “By the way, I never asked you how good Jess did giving you his first blowjob. Was he OK?”
I told him Jess was better than Kate, but that I knew from all the locker room bullshit that a blowjob could be a lot better than I’d gotten from either Kate or Jess. “But I didn’t come here so you could blow me. I thought maybe I could leave you another load in my old jeans. I saw you wearing them today. That took some guts with all that old cum dried into the fabric. Cumming in the jeans could be my way of saying I’m sorry I’ve been such a fucking jerk all week.”
“You want to do that as a peace offering to me?” Jess asked, sounding as though the idea was too strange to believe. Then he looked like he might cry. This kept happening to me. Guys just kept breaking down right in front of me. First Jess. Now Justin.
“What’s the matter? You look upset. Did I say . . . or do something wrong?”
Justin assured me I hadn’t and then started telling me about Mike. He told me how they met. About the job “orientation” night. And about last night, when, as desperate as Justin was for a little attention from anyone, all he got was me, me, me from Mike. After he had satisfied Mike’s needs, Justin had gotten to beat off to some new DVDs Mike had. And he did spend the night at Mike’s, but in the guest bedroom. Alone. Again Justin looked as though he might cry.
“And now you show up after a week of being a total shithead. And instead of asking for a blowjob from me, which is about what I expected, you want to do something for me. It may sound really corny, but it’s like you are my knight in shining armor come to save me. Nobody has offered to do anything for me in almost forever. And now you’re here to save me from another day of jacking off alone at my computer.”
“Yeah, I kind of saw that when I came in. Do you do that a lot?”
“Not when you’re around,” he said, walking over and hugging me hard, pulling me into his firm body with both arms around me. I didn’t know what to do, so I hugged him back. I felt a little awkward. I mean, he was still naked and half hard and all. And I wasn’t exactly soft and he couldn’t have missed noticing my hard cock pressing against his crotch when we hugged. Oh, well.
He stepped back and looked me up and down as though admiring me, lingering as he studied my bulging crotch. Then he started to apologize for getting his pre-cum on my favorite jeans. I was surprised how much he’d leaked.
“It’s OK,” I said. “They needed to be washed anyway.”
Neither of us said anything right away. Finally Justin said, “Then let’s get you out of those jeans.” But instead of unbuckling them, he started massaging my hard cock through the fabric. “God, you jocks are so hot. Thanks for being such a great guy, too.”
I didn’t know what to say as he complimented me, fondled me and caressed me as he undressed me. Several times he brushed his hard cock against me. At last I stood naked in front of him, my own cock jutting straight up like his and my pre-cum now oozing, too.
He reach down with one hand and held his long cock at its base, way too many inches showing above his grip. Then he moved his dick forward, tapping his swollen cockhead against my swollen cockhead. It was almost as if he were saluting me. Then he smiled broadly at me and said. “To friendship.” And tapped my cock with his again.
I reached down and grasped my cock at the base and tapped his cock back. “To friendship,” I said. “To our friendship.”
He put his arm around my shoulders and we stood side by side, looking a lot alike. Not like twins, but the same height, same age, similar build . . . His cock was noticeably longer, but I wasn’t jealous. It looked great on him.
“Now let’s reload those jeans,” he said and he went over to his desk where they were lying on the floor next to his chair.
He handed them to me and I could feel the fabric where we’d cum on them before. It felt thicker. I had expected it to be stiffer than it was. Justin let me know he’d “freshened them up” at least once a day since I’d left them. So mostly it was his cum now.
But he didn’t plan for that to last for long. I stepped into them and he pulled them up gently, leaving only the button at the waist open. My hard cock was clearly outlined as it stuck up just to the right of the fly. Justin hadn’t pulled them up too high on my hips and so the tip of my cock was sticking out above the waistband.
He gave the tip of my cock a lick. “You taste so good,” he said, smiling up at me. “You should taste it. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
He licked it again and I moaned and put my hands on his head. He wrapped his lips around my denim-enclosed cock, wetting the fabric as he sucked and licked the spot where so much cum had already been spilled.
“Can you taste the dried cum?” I asked.
“You mean our cum. And the answer is fucking A yeah!”
I warned him I wasn’t going to last long this way and, with my cock sticking out the waistband, most of my cum was going to be flowing down the front of the jeans – not in the jeans as planned.
“Change of plans,” he said and started to unfasten the jeans again. I just watched him passively, if you call my dick twitching and drooling and my nuts pulling up tight as “passive.” I was on the edge and loving it. He pulled the old jeans off me.
“Lay down on my bed,” he said and I complied.
He pushed my legs apart and knelt between my legs. “We can worry about the jeans later. Let’s worry about you now. Just relax. I don’t want you to cum yet. I want you to enjoy yourself.”
I almost said something about my “limits,” but thought better of it. Instead I just said, “Thanks, friend,” and closed my eyes.
Justin waited what seemed like forever until my cock started to relax and my balls loosened up, no longer in quite such turmoil. He started to lick my balls. He played with them gently in his hand. It felt fabulous. I opened my eyes and raised my head a little to see what he was doing to make my nuts feel so good, the kind of good that radiated throughout my cock and balls, right into my very gut. But I could only see the top of his brown tousled hair bobbing up and down. I closed my eyes again and let my mind picture it. What a turn on!
Soon he was sucking my nuts into his warm, wet mouth one at a time. Rolling them around with his tongue. Sucking them gently. Jesus fucking Christ this was good. When I thought it was the best mouth action I’d ever had – and he wasn’t even touching my eight-inch pillar of stone – he put both hands slightly under my thighs and lifted my legs, gently folding me at the waist and raising my butt slightly in the process.
“Just relax,” he said and then I felt his talented tongue and mouth slurping at my balls from a new angle. I rocked back onto my shoulders to make it easier for him.
“Mmmmm,” he murmured, his mouth too full of my nuts to talk.
‘Fuck, that felt great,” I told him. “Go Mmmmm, again.” And he did. And more.
After a few minutes of really great action on my nuts, he looked up and asked if I was OK.
“Then try this,” he said as he spread my legs a bit. “Put your head down. Close your eyes again. Relax. You’re gonna love this.”
As his tongue flicked across my asshole for the first time, I knew he was right. Soon his face was buried in my ass, his tongue poking and tickling me like I had never even known possible before. He went back and forth between my asshole and my nuts, keeping me on edge for oh so long.
At last he had me lower my legs and began to gently run his finger tips all around my crotch, but never touching my dick. I was aroused beyond belief. My cock was at its hardest ever and I could swear it must have grown another inch with all Justin’s attention.
His tongue swept up the underside of my cock from base to tip, just barely touching it. And then he did it again. And then again and again. Each time lapping more and more aggressively.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna,” I said as I struggled for breath, my body in spasms of pleasure. My mind little more than pleasure mush.
“Relax, relax,” he repeated in a soothing voice. He had stopped touching me at all.
I gazed up into his face in my sex-induced haze and saw a look so comforting, so confident, so warm and reassuring, that I completely gave myself over to him. The urgency to cum began to subside, leaving an ache in my nuts, but a mental calm so sexually satisfying, it was almost as though I had cum. At least in my mind.
After a few more moments in this lull, Justin reached down and scooped up some of my pre-cum, which had formed a sizeable puddle near my cockhead. He put his sticky fingers to my lips and urged me, “Taste.”
I sucked his fingers into my mouth and tasted my pre-cum. To my surprise, it was almost sweet and I liked it. I liked it a lot.
I started sucking Justin’s two fingers between my lips and he started pumping them in and out, fingerfucking my mouth to the taste of my own pre-jizz. This was so good.
And when he pulled his fingers free, I felt cheated, but only for a moment.
He bent his head down and finally took the engorged, flaring head of my cock into his warm, wet, loving mouth. He pulled his lips tight around it and sucked. Just the cockhead. Nothing more. Suck. Relax. Suck. Relax. He didn’t move his head or lips at all. He just embraced my cockhead again and again inside his fabulous soft mouth.
Now he was starting to move up and down the shaft. Each time taking my cock a little deeper. Sucking it a little harder. Swirling his tongue and saliva around it in new and more sensational ways.
“Fucking fabulous,” I tried to say, but the sensations were overwhelming me and it came out as little more than a senseless murmur. My toes were curling. My stomach muscles tightened and I began to toss my head from side to side, trying to hold back the flood of cum about to flow.
Justin knew. He took hold of my nuts and pulled them down just as every sexual urging in my body tried to pull them up tight. And with that, I grabbed Justin’s head between my hands and my cum began to flow.
He swallowed again and again. A wonderful sucking sound. A wonderful sucking feeling. Cum was running down his throat and down his chin and neck. There was no consuming it all. No containing it all. I was cumming, surge after satisfying surge of cum. So thick and creamy and warm. I could feel it dripping between my legs. I could see it all over Justin’s smiling face, as my hard cock continued to pump in and out of his wonderful lips.
At last he rose up, letting my wet cock fall free from his lips. Cum still flowed from my cock, though much less urgently.
He reached down and scooped up some of my cum and offered it to me. I lapped it eagerly from his hand. The taste of my own warm cum from Justin’s outstretched hand was magical, as my senses – taste, smell, touch – ran riotously about my mouth. So much better than I could have imagined.
Without giving it a thought, I pulled his face down to mine with both hands and kissed him on the lips, opening his mouth with my tongue and sucking in more of my my own essence as it mingled with his saliva. At that moment I only regretted I could not be tasting his cum with mine.
At last he collapsed, stretched out on top of me, our bodies pressed together. I realized immediately Justin was still hard.
Thanks HR, well written as usual.
It's such an emotive style of writing, I feel like I know these guys. I can certainly picture them when my eyes are shut. Nuf said. *|*
Billy is certainly feeling more comfortable with himself.
Very hot chapter. Looking forward to the next.
Thanks from The Land Down-under.;)
MORE MORE !!! I need to see what he does after he realises Justin is still hard!!
Good lord, HR,
What an intense and hot chapter. Thank goodness Billy didn't continue with the cold shoulder routine. This all gets better as time goes on. I can't wait until next Wednesday. And that is Halloween, so what then do you have in store for us...?
Came right in my pants! Damn you! lol
hr -- that was hotl! best yet. like grayfox and paulo, u got my nut. like b i get hard each x i read a chaptr cuz i no guys r cuming reading bout us messing round. thats hot 4 me. i no this sounds funny cus the sty is about me, but this was so hot i came lots. reread it and almost came again. i no whats cuming next chaptr so i'll prob cum again. that was 1 great day. thanx.
Thanks HR, Great chapter, I'm glad Billy had the sense to stop giving Justin the cold shoulder.
What happened was way hot!! very descriptive!
Will Billy return Justin in kind, or could they go further????
Every chapter worth the wait, HR! :=D: ..|
Uh ... was that the doorbell I just heard? Isn't Billy's car parked outside? Hm ... Jess, maybe? :badgrin: *|* (!)
And, yeah!, Justin! Even "only" at your young age, seems You are quite an accomplished Teacher!! (group):hurray:(!w!)
Keep smilin'!! :kiss: (*8*)
Man, I came HARD last night night after reading this! I spent hours reading and edging. Only got to page 4 and had to stop because my cock was starting to hurt. Went to bed and finished off. There was cum everywhere!