Chapter 4 -- Part II
From Billy's viewpoint
When we got to Justin's house, I was mortified. I’d never done anything like that . . . not with a guy. I was glad to see we’d pulled right into the garage where people couldn’t see us, because my huge cum load had made a mess that would be hard to miss. My crotch was soaked. When I got off the scooter and saw the butt of Justin’s jeans, I couldn’t believe it. His jeans were really wet with my cum. The seat of his scooter all smeared with my cum. I could feel it dripping down my thighs. Oh, fuck!
Justin got off his scooter and surveyed the situation. “Nice job, Billy. Need a change of clothes?” was all he said.
I nodded sheepishly and we headed inside.
We went up to his room and he told me to strip off my pants. As I started to, I realized I’d be left standing there in my cum-soaked white briefs. Everything would be visible.
Justin seemed to read my mind. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen cum and cocks before and I won’t attack you.”
I pulled off my jeans and the smell of cum, which was already obvious, flooded out. I noticed Justin inhale deeply and smile.
“That’s gross,” I said.
“That’s great,” Justin said, still smiling and looking straight at my cum-soaked briefs, my still semi-hard cock very visibly cradled in the transparent fabric. I glared at him.
“Hey, I saw you looking at my junk earlier. Fair is fair,” he said and laughed.
I couldn’t help but laugh, too. This did all seem pretty funny just now. And I didn’t feel threatened or mad at Justin.
He turned around showing me once again the cum spot I’d left on his butt. Then, with his back still turned, he pulled his jeans off. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I could see how tight his ass was. He did work out. What a tight butt! That’s what I’d been rubbing against. That’s what I’d fucking cum on. Oh fuck, I'd just creamed this faggot’s tight butt.
But as I watched Justin, he was so relaxed with all this. He didn’t give a shit. Didn’t feel threatened. Wasn’t taking advantage. Suddenly, I was jealous of him somehow. I couldn’t quite explain it, but the freedom he obviously felt with all of this was quite liberating. Before I knew it, I’d said, “Fair is fair. You can see my cock; I should get to see yours.”
“Sure,” he said and turned around. His cock was bigger than mine. It was far from soft. Angling out from his crotch, it looked sort of seductive . . . and big.
“Nice,” I said. And then as an afterthought, “And thanks.” He reached down and tugged on it a couple of times. It got a lot bigger fast.
I tried not to stare as I told him I hoped I hadn’t fucked up his jeans, because they sure had looked great on him. “I’d love to be able to afford jeans like that.”
He said he had an extra pair just like them in my size that he’d never even worn and I was welcome to borrow them.
“How do you know my size?” I asked.
“Didn’t you know I work at A&F. I can tell anybody’s size just by looking. Besides, you’re the same size I am.” As he handed me the jeans, he added, "But you better take those cum-soaked underwear off first.”
As I slipped the new jeans on against my bare cock and balls, they felt great. The low-rise cut hugged my package like a friendly hand, cradling me just right. It was really erotic. I loved them. “God, these are fucking fantastic. I don’t even care what they cost. I’ve gotta get a pair for me.”
“Hey, man, they’re yours. You look great in them. They show off your crotch really nice. What are you, eight inches hard probably?”
“They teach you that at Abercrombie, too?” I was shocked by how casually he talked about this stuff. “I never measured my dick . . . hard or soft,” I lied. Then I remembered his offer of the jeans. “I can’t accept the jeans. I’ll get them washed and back to you soon.”
We shot the shit for a while. What it was like working at A&F. How I liked swimming. Other stuff. And then we turned back to the key topic: Jess.
“So what’s gonna happen now?” Justin asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to figure that out. I think he wants me to do sex stuff with him, but I don’t think I can.”
“You just shot a huge load of cum on my ass and you say you can’t do sex stuff.” Justin meant it as a joke and I guess it was kind of funny.
“Maybe you could do what you guys started off doing. Just jacking off together,” Justin said, now serious. “That’s not gay, but I bet Jess would appreciate sharing the intimacy with you.”
“What’s intimate about jacking off together?” I asked.
“Well, when you wrap your hand around his hard . . .”
“Wait. Stop right there. I thought you meant just being in the same room when we each jacked our own meat. I’m not gonna touch his cock.”
“It was just an idea. I thought maybe he’d see how far you were willing to go to be his friend and to help him get through the hard time he’s having. I’m still not sure that he doesn’t think you’re gay, but once he knows your not, he’ll understand you have limits. Jerking him off seems easy enough. It’s no big deal. Lots of straight guys do it all the time. There's nothing gay about it. It just a way of getting off.”
We talked about it for a few more minutes. It didn’t seem too bad an idea. Maybe I could do it. Maybe I could jack Jess off. I wasn’t really sure.
“But I wouldn’t even know how to jerk off another guy.”
“There’s nothing to it,” he said.
“Well, do you stand behind and reach around like it’s your own dick? Or do you stand in front? One hand or two? I don’t have a clue about this guy-on-guy sex shit.”
“It sounds like you’ve got some pretty good ideas. Just remember, guy sex is the easiest. If it feels good to you, it’ll feel good for him. Can I show you?”
“I’ll jack you off once, so you can see what it’s like. Then if you decide to be a best friend to Jess, you’ll know how.”
“I’m not letting you jack me off. What if someone found out?” I said.
“Hey, man, you just creamed all over my ass. No one is going to find out.” Reminding me that I’d just cum on his ass seemed to be his answer to all my objections.
We kept on talking until the new jeans Justin had just lent me were tossed on his bed and he was wrapping his big warm hand around my still sticky dick.
“Your cum has dried too much to use as lube,” he said and spit a big glob right into his palm. Then he wrapped his palm around my soft cock and started to lube me up with his spit.
Neither of us talked as he knelt in front of me stroking my cock. I didn’t think anything was going to happen when he first started, but after a little while, actually just a few strokes, I could feel my blood start to flow and my dick lengthen in his hand.
He looked up at me and smiled. I looked away.
He kept up his stroking and didn’t need any more spit. My pre-cum was soon lube enough. It was flowing freely from my cockhead, making his hand feel like silk as it stroked the full length of my now rock hard cock.
Now I had to look. This felt so incredible. Every inch of my big cock was alive with the strange action it was getting. I could see my cockhead smiling atop my tower of manmeat. Justin was smiling, too. Stroking long and easy. Up and down. Sliding in my oozing pre-cum. Keeping me close to the edge. Getting ready to pop my nut. He was making my whole body go limp as all my blood flowed into my cock. This did feel so much better than when I beat my own meat. He wasn’t jerking me off. He was caressing my cock long and slow. My cock seemed to fit better in his palm than mine. And it certainly felt better, bigger, hotter, harder in his palm. Why couldn’t it feel this way all the time? Ohhhh!
Even though I had just blown a huge load on Justin’s scooter and, I couldn’t forget, on Justin’s ass, I could feel the urges rising in my groin. My nuts were tightening.
“It won’t be long now,” I said in almost a whisper, my stomach tightening so much it was hard to talk, to even breath.
“I know,” he said softly, his face so close to my cock I could feel his warm breath on my cockhead. He quickened his pace, giving special attention to my cockhead.
Pre-cum was dripping off my balls and spotting the floor below. I couldn’t worry about the mess, I was feeling nothing but pleasure. Justin now had two hands wrapped tight around my aching eight inches and was stroking me faster and faster.
I gasped and instinctively reached for his head to steady myself. And then I started to cum. It was huge again. The first shot rose two or even three inches straight up. I could feel its release from my cockhead and at the same time Justin’s hands still pumping me. Pumping me for more. More of my hot cum.
Cum was flowing from my cock. I watched as Justin’s strokes slowed and my warm, creamy cum covered his fingers. Thick globs of cum dribbled down my cockshaft and my balls. Strings of sticky cum dripped down my legs. I came so much, some just splashed to the floor. It felt so good. Smelled so good. God, I was drained.
“Feel good?” Justin asked. He got up and absent-mindedly wiped his cum-covered hands on his abs and chest as though he did this every day.
“Oh, god, yeah.” I had to sit down, not even realizing at first that I was getting cum all over Justin’s bedcover.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around my cock, comparing that feel to how Justin’s warm hands had felt. There was no comparison.
“Justin,” his mother called. “Are you up there?”
It snapped me out of my daze and back to the moment.
“Yeah, mom. I’m with a friend. We’ll be down in a minute.”
I wiped myself off with a towel Justin gave me and then pulled on the jeans, the great jeans Justin had lent me.
“You may want to put a little of this on,” he said, handing me some cologne. I must have looked as puzzled as I felt. “To cover the smell of all that man juice you’ve been shooting tonight.”
When we were presentable, we went down and exchanged pleasantries with his parents. They seemed nice enough, but not too happy that Justin had invited someone over. And we left.
We decided that I better drive the scooter. Even though I had just cum twice, I didn’t want it to happen again. I didn’t want to fuck up these great jeans.
So Justin climbed on behind me. We hadn’t gone a block and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. The tables had turned. I wriggled my butt the way he had to me. I turned and said, “Fair is fair.”
“You want me to cum on your ass?” he asked.
I told him he better not screw up these jeans. I liked them too much. With that, he pressed his big hard dick against me and held me tight, his hands suspiciously close to my crotch, which, hard as it was to believe, was starting to feel good again. So good.
We made it to my house without further incident . . .or accident. I thanked Justin for the ride “and everything. I really appreciate you trying to help.”
“I just wanted to give a guy a hand,” he said and flashed that incredible smile. “Now you should think about doing the same for Jess.”
I waved goodnight and went inside.