Date: Thu, 04 Feb 2010 10:58:47 -0500
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy, Chapter 18, Part 2

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 18, Part II
From Billy's viewpoint

I was still in a haze but I had also started to wake up. I was lying in bed
on my back. I don't know how, but I could sense it was my bed. Maybe it was
the smell. Or the feel of the sheets on my bare skin.

I had the unstoppable urge to stretch. As I had done hundreds of times
before, I started to raise my arms, stretching them toward the wall behind
my head. Unexpectedly, I brushed against something. A body on my right. A
warm guy's body. And another on my left!

This needed to be checked out. Even if one was my boyfriend, I still wanted
to make sure I knew who the fuck the other one was. As these thoughts
stumbled through my sleepy head, it was all a little confusing, I
guess. But still I stretched.

My wrists were bent back so the palms of my hands could press against the
wall behind my head. My back arched. My legs stretched out. I could feel
the muscles and tendons stretch and burn. I could almost feel my bones
getting stretched longer. Each joint extending beyond its normal
capacity. My whole body stretched out as long as it could. I held that
stretch for a moment, listening to my body strain.

Then I let my body recoil. My arms lowered. More contact! An arm against an
arm on my right. An arm against . . . was that a chest? Some guy's naked
chest? The thought of my naked body stretched out between two naked guys
got my brain stirring faster. Now there was movement all around me.

A body to my right and another to my left, apparently both made restless by
my sudden movement. The stretching felt so good, but two guys would feel
. . . Ohhhhh! My lungs inhaled deeply. I felt kind of lightheaded at the
possibilities.

I felt a warm hand on my abs. Touching me gently. It was warm and
friendly. Sending the message that I should settle down. Stop disturbing
his peaceful rest beside me.

I still wasn't fully awake, but awake enough that my cock was getting
aroused. I lay there for the moment enjoying being a guy. Waking up with
other guys. Warm. Naked. Getting hard. Getting horny. So many
possibilities.

I could feel my joints as though they were pulling me back to my more
compact size. Everything contracting but my cock. And there was that
hand. Now stroking me. Its fingertips toying with the narrow trail of hairs
that runs from my navel to my cock. My cock continued to lengthen. I could
feel the blood rushing to it. Feel it thicken. Feel it awaken. Ache. Throb.

I made a quarter roll toward whoever the fuck this was stroking my abs and
gave out a little groan of appreciation. A sign of encouragement and
thanks. If I'd put that groan into words, I would have said something like,
Thanks, dude, that feels great. Don't stop now.

But I didn't speak. I moved my free hand onto whoever's hip. A small hip. A
lean hip. Bones. Muscles. Soft. Hairless. Warm. Smooth. Sexy. Sleek.

I started to return the gentle stroking motion. I was waking up and I
couldn't resist seeing who the fuck this was in my bed toying with me. His
gentle movement so close to my cock. My cock, which was pretty fucking full
hard in response to this guy's playful touching. This was so much better
than waking up to plain old morning wood.

I guess I really knew all along whose hand it was. Whose hip. Whose
tantalizing touch. I'd felt it all before. Hours before. And I'd fucking
loved it. So I knew the answer before I actually saw him. It was Tom, of
course.

As my eyes opened just wide enough to see him, Tom nestled his shaggy head
against my shoulder and chest. He made a sort of purring sound. Fuck, this
was so sweet. Even as he snuggled into me I could feel my own pre-jizz
leaking onto my abs.

Tom's hair was as soft as his skin. And warm, too. I felt his cheek against
my chest. Not scratchy. Just soft and warm like everything else about
him. And a warm smell too that sucked me into him. Like the smell of sleep
and sheets and boys. I remembered the smell. It was like Jess. Only
better. Sexier. Closer.

I put an arm around him and started gently stroking his ass. So incredibly
soft. Like a baby's. Not a hair on it. So tight and warm to my touch.

I stroked him and felt my hard cock spasm with need and then twitch on its
own. Aching, full and throbbing. It was stretching. Touching him. The feel
of his body against my aching cock was awesome. I had to generate some
gentle friction.

As my cock steadily brushed against him, I could feel every movement. The
hard shaft of cock against the welcoming flesh so near. So near to Tom's
crotch. I worked my hips a little more to help the sensations along. To add
to the friction that was sending such wonderful feelings through my
cock. Surging throughout my body. It was like my cock was the switch that
was turning on the pleasure sources in every part of me. Fuck, this felt so
good.

My mind raced back to the night before. I could so clearly remember rubbing
my cock in Tom's pubes. Surrounded by hot, sweaty guys. In the middle of
the dance floor. The freedom. The exposure. The people. The audacity. The
fucking fun of it all!

Then I remembered that awesome momement . . . Cumming. Cumming so
hard. Cumming all over Tom. With Justin. And Justin's cum. Fucking soaking
in cum. Three guys. Together. Having fun. Oh, fuck. It was amazing.

I realized that as I thought back to the night before, my body had become
tense. Thrusting. Needing. I'd almost cum just remembering. And here I was,
stroking with Tom again.

I let my body go limp. Let the memories play in my head until the
sensations of the night before began to fade. Replaced by the needs and
desires right here in bed with me. My aching cock needing serious fucking
attention. I lay in a helpless heap. A pile of need and desire and horny
guy hormones. Next to Tom. Quiet. Peaceful. Sexy. Tom. A friend. A friend I
wanted. A friend I needed bad that morning.

I knew the other body I had brushed against was Justin's. Even as I lay
like a warm puddle of testosterone snuggled next to Tom, I could feel
Justin snuggling up behind me. Working his body into position. Moving his
fucking rock hard cock against me. Against my ass. Of course, Justin's cock
was already full fucking hard. Like every morning.

He was snuggling up behind me. Working his cock between my asscheeks. One
of his favorite positions in the morning.

I couldn't help but respond. Knowing how close I had just been to cumming
with Tom, I carefully wriggled my ass and relaxed my asscheeks to make it
easier for Justin. All the while trying not to disturb Tom and the perfect
connection we had going. Trying not to get too close to the edge. But
loving being so close to the brink. So fucking hard. With both these
guys. My guys.

I felt the hard flesh of Justin's cock pushing between the softer flesh of
my ass. A back and forth motion that edged it ever closer. Finally the hard
underside of his cock was pushed right up against my sensitive
asshole. Once nestled there, his cock jerked. Once. Twice. Again. Our
little signal that he was safe and snug. Right where he wanted to be. Well,
almost. My asshole twitched in response.

Justin tried to wrap his free arm around my shoulder and chest as he always
did. But that morning I was snuggled up against Tom and there was no room
for Justin's arm.

I felt Justin's arm stretch a little further. Pause. Then the gentle motion
of Justin's arm just barely moving against my shoulder. He was toying with
Tom's hair. Stroking it. Running his fingers through it. Fluffing it out
and letting fall back on his face. I opened my eyes a bit and could see
Justin's hand. Tom's hair. Tom's face.

I closed my eyes again as the most pleasant sense of complete nothing
flowed over me. Through me. I was happy. Content. Fuck, with these two guys
around me. Knowing what we had done. What we could do. My cock. So
ready. But without the sense of urgency. Just peace and calm like I
couldn't remember.

"Good morning," Justin said almost in my ear. A really sexy voice for so
early.

"It's fucking afternoon," Tom said, not too loud. But almost too loud. My
total relaxation was easing away. "The fucking sun's been up for hours,"
Tom said.

"So that doesn't mean we have to get up," Justin said. "Doesn't anyone want
to play?" With that he made a couple of thrusts with his hips. Rubbing his
huge, hard cock against my sphincter. I could feel the slippery pre-jizz he
was oozing. It helped lube my crack. Made each thrust of Justin's cock
slide more smoothly. Sexier.

I had to reach back and touch him as close to his cock as my hand could
get. I don't know exactly what I touched. Maybe his cockhead. Maybe just a
bit of pre-jizzed shaft. It was quick. But enough.

Tom raised himself enough so that he could lean over me and kiss Justin. It
wasn't a quick good morning kiss from one friend to another. I was trapped
beneath them. Awkward. And a little aggravated as the kiss continued.

"Is Billy gonna play?" Tom asked after breaking the kiss. "I hope so." And
he kissed me, too, with his warm soft lips. Like perfect pillows that felt
so good on my own lips. His lips begged my mouth to ease open and welcome
his sly tongue. To give into his welcoming morning invitation to pleasure.

I couldn't resist. I reached down and took hold of his cock. It was fucking
rigid as a pole. And fucking hot, too. I squeezed it hard as he fucked my
mouth with his tongue. Tom took my cock in hand and started slow stroking
it. What a fucking way to wake up!

"What are you guys doing?" Justin said as he pulled the covers off of
us. There Tom and I were face-to-face. Our tongues tangled in each other's
mouths. Saliva covering our faces from our oral explorations.

Our hands probing as much as out tongues. Tom's cock was as hard and ready
for action as mine and I can only assume the feel of my hand stroking his
cockhead was turning him on as much as his work on my head had me
completely riled to almost the max again. I was ready to fucking play with
this boy again.

"What about me," Justin asked.

I couldn't resist. I pulled my tongue from Tom's warm mouth. My lips from
Tom's lips. I had to see Tom's cock. It was fucking straight as an
arrow. Kind of cute looking. His cockhead was a nice bluish brown where it
stuck out from where my fingers wrapped around it. His nuts were compact
and full. A nice sack.

His body was tanned, with the white outline of his very skimpy swim gear
very evident. His cockshaft seemed pale in comparison to the tan. His hard
cock contrasted against both his tan lines and his tanned abs. It was like
a fucking photograph. So perfect and fucking hot!

Even though Tom wasn't hung like Justin or even like me, his pale hard cock
stretched well above his tan line toward his navel. Nice. Fucking nice. I
wanted to suck it. To taste his cock and his cum and have him taste mine.

I felt Justin's cock rubbing my asscrack again and suddenly remembered we
had to work this as a three-way. Something new. But I thought for sure it
was going to be something fun.

Before I could even think how that might work or what we might do or even
if it would be OK to do, Tom looked at me with that cute smile of his under
that mop of hair and said, "You guys are so cool."

I just started to laugh quietly. Mostly inside. But a little laughter
bubbled out and he laughed and Justin laughed. We were all wrapped together
on Justin's and my bed. Arms around each other. Hands roaming. It was kinda
like when we were dancing at the club the night before, only now we lying
down and naked and alone.

We were free to do whatever the fuck we wanted with, to and for each other
and ourselves. No one could stop us.

Suddenly I remembered my first thought when I looked down and saw Tom's
rock hard cock this morning. I wanted to suck it. To taste it. To eat his
cum.

I didn't hesitate. I scooted down on the bed. Basically my butt was now at
the end of the bed. My legs hanging down. My face buried in Tom crotch. I
was licking his cock. Sizing it up with my tongue and lips. Inhaling his
aroma. His musk. His fucking man smell. His curly pubes were tickling my
nose.

I pulled back because I wanted to see this cock again. It mesmerized
me. Tom's cock. I was gonna being sucking it till it fed me his cum and I
wanted to make sure I knew everything about it. That the images in my head
could feed off the feelings and tastes in my watering mouth. Match the
sensation of my fingers as they ran over his nuts, traveled up and down his
shaft and toyed with his slick, hard cockhead.

I took good measure of it with every sense I had. Then I looked up at
him. He was kissing Justin again.

I called seductively to him, "Tom. Oh, Tommy. I'm gonna suck your cock
dry. Tommy boy."

He looked down at me and gave me that boyish grin. "Fucking go for it. I
hope you're not disappointed," he said to me.

As I looked up into his face, I thought again how fucking young he looked
and how fucking cute. I held his cock like a singer holds a mike and let my
tongue give it a tongue bath from bottom to top. I could feel Tom shiver as
I worked his cock. I could see his grin get even bigger.

"Oh, fuck, dude, that's awesome. I bet you give the best fucking head," Tom
said.

"He does. Believe me, he does," Justin said. "You're in for a real
treat. Just lay back and enjoy it."

With that, Justin eased his arm from around Tom's shoulder and left him
sprawled on our bed. Completely naked. Completely exposed to my
desires. And what I desired just then was his cock. I don't really know
why, I just wanted cock - Tom's cock - in my mouth.

I held his cock. My hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. I opened my
mouth and pulled Tom's cock into the waiting cavern. I could feel the heat
from it in my hand. I could feel it twitch and strain and ache against my
fingers. It was so alive. So fucking perfect for me.

I closed my lips around his cockhead. I knew I'd done it just right. I
could feel the ridged edge of his crown against the inside of my lips. I
knew that his tangle of nerves on the underside of his cock was right at
the tip of my tongue.

I moved my lips back and forth. A gentle massage for Tom's hard cockhead. I
flicked my tongue and toyed with his nerve center. I could see his eyes
roll back into his head as he let his head fall back. I started to suck.

His cock felt so perfect in my mouth. Cock always does. But I'm used to
Justin's. A third more cock than Tom has. The difference to me wasn't the
size. It gave my tongue more room to play. His cock didn't fill my
mouth. My mouth became like a playground where I could entertain my new
friend. My new friend's cock.

Flick my tongue; make him writhe. Suck it hard; make him moan. Squeeze his
nuts; feel him squirm. Stroke and suck and flick; make him cum. I was
fucking playing and Tom looked like he was enjoying it.

I usually close my eyes when I'm sucking Justin. I have so many fucking
awesome pictures of him and us in my mind that I let it play like some wild
sexy slideshow. I just plug his cock in my mouth. Start sucking and
stroking the way he likes. And let the images play.

But with Tom, everything was new. Sure he'd sucked me off at the club that
first night. But I didn't really remember it all that clearly because I'd
been so fucking drunk. In the weeks since then, I have to admit, I had
built up some . . . some powerful memories. Real or imagined. I didn't
care. They felt real to me. It was those memories of him sucking me off
with all those guys watching us. My cum pouring from my cock. Tom slurping
my cock through those little underwear. My cum all over his face. Guys
pawing at me as I came. Pawing at me. Cumming on me and on Tom.

As I sucked Tom's cock and saw the blurry image of his pubes and abs, I
think I sort of imagined I was him and he was me. That it was that night at
the club again. That his aching cock was mine. And mine was his. It's sort
of hard to explain, but it was so fucking good. Tom's cock in my mouth. My
cock in his.

Almost like he was reading my mind, Justin gently smacked my naked ass
where it was exposed at the end of the bed. "Hey," he said, "swing around
so Tom can suck you, too. Or are you the only one who gets to have any fun
today?" He laughed.

I didn't get a chance to think about my choices. Justin sort of started to
push my ass around. Trying to get me to 69 with Tom. I really didn't want
to break the warm, wet suction I had going on Tom's cock, but if I didn't
. . . Well, I had to.

"Mmmmmm." Tom let out a contented sound as I removed my mouth. "So I get to
suck you off again?" Of course, Tom knew what was happening. I'd sort of
forgotten that he could hear Justin, too. I guess I'd been so into the two
of us - me and Tom - I'd forgotten Tom even knew what Justin was doing.

I started to climb into place over Tom's small body. So lean. So fucking
tight. So unbelievably young and fresh and fuckable. Was this out of
bounds? Maybe I should ask.

But again before I got a chance, Tom was raising a question of his
own. "What about Justin? We can't leave him all alone."

Justin moved up to where he could kiss Tom. It wasn't like the assault he
launched on him last night. Just a kiss. A nice kiss. A little tongue, but
mouths open and willing. I could see it clearly in front of me.

"Don't worry about me," Justin said as he pulled away from Tom's lips. I
knew how soft and warm and moist those lips were and how hard it was to
stop kissing them. "I think while you and Billy play sucky cock, I'll find
something to do."

"Can I suck you a little first? Ever since I saw your cock hard last night,
I've wondered if I could get it all in my mouth." Tom gave a kidlike smile
to Justin. "OK?"

"Everything and anything you want is OK," Justin said. "Absolutely anything
is OK by me. Just go for it!"

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the second book in the "I Thought I Knew" series. It
is not necessary to read the books in order, although Book 1
chronologically precedes this book. It can be found under the title "I
Thought I Knew" in the High School section.
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identifying information in this story have been changed to conceal the
identities of the characters described. The Copyright for this story is
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