Date: Thu, 08 Oct 2009 13:42:01 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: Further Adventures of Justin & Billy, Chapter 5, Part I

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 5, Part I
From Billy's viewpoint

About 4:30 the following Thursday afternoon, my cell phone rang. "Private
caller," it said. I almost didn't answer, but something told me it could be
important.

"Hello," I said with a coolness I use when talking to people taking polls
or surveys, or collecting for fucking charities I've never heard of.

"Hi, Billy? Is that you?"

"Yeah," I said. "Who's this?" I didn't have a clue.

"It's Todd. Remember the guy from the other night. The one who just wanted
to watch you till you came."

"Hi, Todd, how are you?" My spirits soared for no reason other than that it
was Todd. Just knowing he had called me. That he remembered our little
session at the bar. It didn't really matter more than that. It was Todd.

"Of course, I remember. I think you got to see me cum as I remember. I came
at least a little bit before the night was over." Saying those words made
my cock stiffen. I loved the feel. The surge of blood. The heat. The
growing sensations in my cock. In my nuts. Fuck, my whole body was alive
with the feelings of horny sex.

I groped myself. I was getting hard fast. "So what's up with you?" I asked
as I massaged my growing cock.

"Well, Phil said he was gonna be working late on a project tonight and I
figured that meant Justin probably was, too. So I thought maybe you'd like
to bach it tonight. We could throw a couple burgers on the grill at my
place."

"Yeah, Justin's busy, too, so sure," I said as I unbuttoned my jeans,
setting my hard cock free . Stroking it slowly. Thinking of Todd. Loving
the sound of Todd's voice. Thinking of seeing Todd again. Using the tip of
my finger to taste the pre-cum oozing from my cocklips. God fucking damn,
this guy turned me on.

We quickly made plans for me to meet him at his place about 6:30 and then
he hung up. I suddenly felt so alone. My cock in my hand seemed kind of
silly without his voice on the phone. I wanted to talk more. Wanted him to
know how his call, his voice, his simple existence made me . . . I don't
know . . . fucking hard, I guess. Just him talking to me had gotten me so
incredibly hard. The ache in my cock. Deep into my nuts. Wow! I liked how
this felt. Fucking hot!

I just hoped Todd felt the same. Was he as hard as I was? I could only
hope, but my mind conjured the image of Todd's stiff, beautiful cock. Hard
and aching like mine.

It was a good thing that I didn't have too long to wait until it was time
to head over to Todd's. I showered. Lathering my cock till it was super
hard again. Ready to blow. I thought for a minute that I'd gone too far. I
was gonna cum. I'd only meant to keep myself worked up. Not to blow my
load. I was saving that. For what? I shouldn't even think about it.

Finally dressed in a tight black T and the hottest clean pair of jeans I
owned, I left the house.

I couldn't believe it. My car wouldn't start. It was totally fucking
dead. The battery was charged, I knew, because the lights came on. But it
wouldn't crank. I was so prepped to already be at Todd's. Now I'd have to
call and tell him I couldn't make it.

When I called Todd, he said there was no way he was gonna leave me
stranded. He'd come by and pick me up. It wasn't all that far to go.

Twenty minutes later, I heard him pull up out front. Goddamn, he was
driving a Lexus. It wasn't new and it wasn't one of the sports models. But
it was a great looking car. And I knew they cost a bundle. It beat the shit
out of my broken down heap.

It was probably just as well that my car acted up, because it had taken my
mind off of Todd. When he first called, I hadn't been able to get him out
of my mind. Nothing in particular. Just images of Todd. From just chatting
with Todd at the bar . Todd's cock hard in his jeans. Todd lying on the
couch with me. Todd wanting to fuck me. Todd fucking Phil. Todd jerking my
cock. Todd making me cum. Oh, fuck, how Todd had made me cum.

I had been hard from the time he called until my fucking car wouldn't
start. All that time, I'd been oozing pre-cum like crazy. I'd finally just
said fuck the spots my leaking pre-jizz was leaving all over my jeans. It
wasn't like Todd had never seen such a thing before. Hell, he'd probably
consider it a compliment. I would. Anyway there was no way to stop my hard,
aching cock from leaking except to jerk off a couple of times. And I didn't
want to do that. I wanted to be hot. In case. In case of what? I wasn't
sure. Just in case was all.

When I climbed in Todd's car, my mind was mostly cleared of all of that
pent up need for sex. Instead I was focused on my fucking heap of junk and
how great Todd's car was compared to mine. This guy was first-class in
every way.

We talked about cars almost all the way to his and Phil's place. That's not
easy for me, because I don't know shit about cars.

When we got to Todd's place, it was almost an hour after my planned
arrival, so he quickly threw some burgers on his gas grill out on the
deck. Everything else was ready. He handed me a beer while we watched the
burgers cook.

Well, we weren't so much watching the burgers as checking each other
out. He was in another perfect pair of jeans. They showed his package off
so well. I could not only see the impressive bulge his obviously semi-hard
cock was creating, but his balls nestled below, too. Perfect.

I knew he was checking me out. And it was turning me on. I had picked out
an older pair of 501s. I'd picked them because of the way they were
worn. The fabric at the crotch was kinda thin. Ok, so it was almost thin as
nothing. And the way they fit me. Fit my cock. And my nuts. I knew he could
get a good idea of what I had going on. Not that he hadn't seen my cock
before. But I know guys like to check each other out. So . . .

So now we were checking each other out. I was getting aroused being cruised
by Todd. Fuck, I was getting aroused just being this close to him.

I don't even know what we'd been talking about up to this point, but as he
started to take the burgers off, he looked me in the eye and asked, "Do you
always leave your underwear at home?"

"Huh?" was my stupid answer. Then I thought about how obvious it was when I
was wearing these jeans. Maybe I'd fucked up. Nah, he was smiling when he
said it. Fuck, that wasn't a smile. He was fucking leering at me. So I
said, "Yeah, I really like to go commando most of the time. You, too, I
see." I nodded toward his bulging crotch.

He just smiled and said, "Let's eat. I'm ravenous."

As we ate, it got kinda quiet. I thought I ought to say something. Before I
knew it, I'd told him how hot he looked in Phil's pictures. He thanked
me. I asked if I could see them again.

"Well . . ." He paused and looked a little sheepish. "Phil keeps them
locked up. I don't really have access to them. It's security. They could be
pretty valuable someday. We hope."

"That's OK," I said. "I just thought . . ."

Todd cut me off. "I have a DVD that has all the video Phil made while we
were taking the pictures that weekend," Todd said enthusiastically. "I
could show you that if you want."

Sure I wanted to see the video version of those pictures. Who wouldn't want
to watch Todd cumming. God fucking damn, I sure did.

As we finished eating, I asked him why the pictures were so valuable. He
explained that Phil was hoping to sell them. It was the third set of
pictures they'd done. The first two sets were erotic, but not so
graphic. They'd each "fetched good money." I started to understand better
how Mr. Perfect could drive a Lexus.

It seems that the way they had made them more valuable was to guarantee
there would be only one set of prints. No copies. None at all. The buyer
got an exclusive item. Never to be duplicated. Money-back guarantee.

They had some sort of a dealer who sold them for them. And the dealer was
really excited about how much these pictures could fetch.

I didn't want to pry too much into their deal and I didn't really
understand everything Todd was telling me. But that was the general drift
of things.

When we were done, Todd asked if I wanted to have another beer on the patio
or watch the DVD. Since we were already running late, I suggested we have a
beer while we watched the DVD.

"How long is it," I called after him, as he headed to the kitchen to get us
some fresh brews.

"It doesn't matter. You'll never watch it all. It's more than six hours, I
think," he said.

He came back in. Handed me a beer. Put the DVD in the player.

Todd sat down on the sofa as we watched their big flat-screen TV system
fire up. But where he was sitting on the sofa wasn't particularly close to
me. Not really close at all.

Suddenly the screen was filled with Todd's mid-section. He was stroking his
semi-hard cock. I couldn't see his face, but you could hear Phil asking him
about where some light was placed. Could he move a little this way or that
way? Turn here. Wait. More lighting adjustments.

"This goes on forever. You can even watch Phil change the sheets to get
some that are just the right shade of white for the lights," Todd
said. "I'll skip forward. This part is boring even to Phil." We both
laughed.

The picture jumped forward a dozen times. Maybe more. Finally, there was
Todd. Complete hard. Stroking his cock. I watched for a minute or
so. Mesmerized by the perfection of his cock. The way the helmet fit
perfectly with the shaft. Like a bullet. How the coloring of his cockhead
was such a beautiful shade of purple. Almost blue. A little more pink
toward the tip. A little more purple toward the rim. Perfect.

Then I noticed he wasn't leaking any pre-jizz. Wasn't using any
lube. Stroking himself with nothing to aid him but his own skills.

"Why no lube?" I asked.

"It doesn't look natural. It makes the whole thing look staged and cheap
Phil says. So I have to stroke myself gently because he doesn't want my
cock to get the least bit red or raw looking," Todd explained. "It looks
like cheap porn if you do, Phil says."

I sat there watching Todd stroke his perfect hard-on, blown up so huge on
this 50" widescreen, or whatever ridiculously large TV this was. I kept
stealing glances at him. And he kept stealing glances at me. I was so hard
in my old 501s, I really wondered if the fabric would hold. The spot I was
leaving at the tip of my leaking cock was completely impossible to
miss. Actually, it was fucking impressive.

I would have been embarrassed being so fucking hard, if it wasn't for the
fact that it was because we were watching this amazing performance on
screen by the guy sitting next to me on the sofa. And he was watching me as
close as I was watching him.

"If you get bored watching me do that, I can skip forward to some cum
scenes," Todd said. I couldn't help notice that as he said it, his hand
dropped to his crotch and blatantly rubbed his cock.

"I could watch this until I bust my nut. Or we can skip forward. You've
seen it . . . hell, you did it. What's best?" I asked, leaving it
completely up to Todd.

He jumped the action forward and said, "I cum the first time in about a
minute."

I really thought I could blow a load in my jeans if I saw him cum on screen
just then. "Can you pause it for a minute?" I said.

"Is there some kind of rule you guys have about watching porn?" he asked,
sounding almost concerned, but with a light enough touch in his voice that
I could, and probably should, have taken it as a joke. But I was pretty
sure he was serious.

"No, it's not that. It's just that . . . " I paused. A little embarrassed
to admit I had so little control. At least around him.

"It's OK if you do. I understand completely. Phil and I have rules
. . . limits . . . whatever you want to call them. I think couples,
particularly two guys, need them. There really aren't any standards or
norms to guide us, so we have to set our own limits."

I had hardly heard anything after he said that he and Phil had rules. "So
you guys have rules about who you do shit with and what you can do?"

"Probably not as complicated as yours, but, yeah, we have rules."

"Can I ask you what they are?" I said.

"Yeah. They're pretty simple. We share everything we have. We tell each
other everything we do. We never have sex with anyone else, or for that
matter with each other, unless we both agree. We always look out for the
other's best interest. . . . Oh, yeah, and I never take it up the ass. It's
pretty much that simple."

"Oh," I said. I'm such a brilliant conversationalist.

"So on to my first cum scene?" he asked, ready to end our rather awkward
conversation.

"Sure," I said, my urgent need to cum having faded enough I thought I could
hold off.

With a click of the remote, there was Todd on the screen again, stroking
his beautiful cock. I heard him warn Phil he was gonna cum soon. I could
hear a camera clicking. Maybe more than one.

"Now! I'm gonna cum now!" Even as his voice said those words, I could see a
small amount of cum leak from his cockhead, followed quickly by a long,
thick strand that seemed to twist in the air as it arched high over his
chest and off the screen. There was a brief pause and I heard Phil say,
"Great!"

Then two more volleys of cum with Todd's hand not even touching his cock. I
think my jaw was hanging open watching these pictures. So clear. So
perfect. So intense. So fucking hot!

Probably seven times altogether that Todd's cum flew. Afterwards, you could
hear Phil's voice commenting on the lights, the angles, Todd's "stiffness."
And I don't think that referred to his cock, which was completely stiff
throughout, but now was deflating on the screen as Round 1 apparently came
to an end.

I looked over at Todd and he was staring at my hard cock trapped in my old
worn jeans. "You can unbutton your jeans if you'd be more comfortable," he
said.

I didn't need to be asked twice. I popped the top button and the others all
but opened themselves. My engorged cock half pushed its way free, but not
completely. I reached down and lifted it out from my fly. My proud cock
stood out so straight. And hard. My cockhead slimy with pre-jizz. My nuts
still cramped inside the old denim.

"I hope you don't mind if I join you," Todd said as he opened his jeans and
hauled out the very cock, the perfectly formed cock, we had just been
watching. It was hard, but not like mine. I was fucking 100 percent
hard. The kind of hard that aches so bad it hurts. And it hurts so bad it's
fucking wonderful to be that fucking hard.

I was staring at Todd's cock. I wanted to reach over and touch it so
fucking bad. And I wanted him to touch mine. At least I wanted him to want
to touch mine.

"So should we watch some more?" Todd asked.

I took a deep breath to pull myself together. Sitting here alone with him
on the sofa, both of us with our hard cocks jutting out. Each of us
obviously interested in discovering where this could go. Where this would
go. "Sure," I finally said.

He scooted over toward me. At last he was close. He laid his left hand on
my jean covered thigh. My right thigh. The one closest to him. "It's a lot
more of the same," he said, almost apologetically.

"You're great. I mean your pictures are great. I'd love to watch more," I
said as I shifted my weight just a bit toward him.

"Can I ask you then," Todd said, sounding suddenly almost business like,
"is this OK for you? I mean OK for you and Justin? Your rules? Or limits?
Or whatever? So could I jerk you off and maybe you could return the favor?"

I couldn't believe it. He sounded so innocent. Like we were 15 years old
and jerking off for the first time or something. I thought it was
sweet. Oh, god, that sounds so stupid. Like a girl. But, fuck, that's kind
of how it felt. Like we were just finding our way in this brave new world
of guys jerking off other guys.

"Yeah, it's fine if you want to play with my cock while we watch. But take
it easy. I'm so hot I could fucking cum just talking about it," I said. I
wasn't half kidding.

He started the DVD again and again skipped through some lighting
stuff. Sheet straightening. Pillow fluffing . . . And there he was
again. His cock hard. His abs looking better than in the first shot. More
defined. More real. I don't know what other words to use. They looked just
like his abs looked right then. Right next to me. I knew in my mind just
how every inch of Todd looked. He was seared into my brain.

As Todd on screen again gently stroked that perfect cock, I felt his
real-life hand start to move up my thigh to my waiting cock. It didn't take
him long and that hand, with its elegant fingers, was curling around my
eight-inch aching cock. Stroking it just the way he was stroking his on
screen.

I had to look down. The only difference between what I saw on screen and
what Todd was doing to me now was that I could feel this. His hand stroking
my cock. Easing up and down and around my cockhead. Lubing his way with my
juices, which were again oozing freely.

I looked over at him and couldn't help but smile. He smiled back. "Doing it
is a hell of a lot better than watching it, don't you think?" he said, not
really asking.

"Yeah," I said as I reached over and took his perfect cock into my
hand. His cock was warm to the touch. And soft. And incredibly hard. But no
lube. It was so different than with Justin who leaked as much as I did. Or
more.

I took my lead from watching him on screen and stroked him gently. He let
his body slump lower and his legs spread apart a bit more. He was giving me
free access to the cock I knew I had been lusting for since that Friday in
the bar. I wanted to see it cum. Again. And again. And again.

"Am I going to get to see you cum?" Todd asked, as though reading my mind.

"Yeah, but I hope not too soon. I love the way you stroke my cock." And I
did. It was completely different than I'd ever felt before. His touch so
gentle. His strokes timed as though to some secret throbbing in my soul.

"I'll try to ease you along slowly, my friend," Todd sort of whispered in
my ear. "Just tell me when."

I knew the DVD of Todd was playing. With its perfect lighting. Perfect
sheets. Perfect pillows. Perfect cum shots. But it wasn't real and what he
was doing to me now was about the most real thing I thought I'd ever
experienced. I just hoped I was making him feel the same way.

Then I felt my nuts tighten. He seemed to sense it too. "You getting
close?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Then let me take you there," Todd breathed more than said into my ear. He
shifted his body toward mine and my hand dropped from his cock, as I think
he intended. It didn't matter, though. I was losing control. I was giving
myself over to him. Whatever he wanted. Whatever he did.

He left his face close to mine. As I felt his incredible hand stroking my
throbbing hard cock, I could feel his breath against my neck. I wanted to
feel him there, too. I wanted to feel him everywhere.

My body tensed. His stroking continued unchanged. Still in perfect unison
to my inner drumming. Every beat. Every twist. Every throb. His hand was
there. Brushing gently against the most sensitive parts of my body. Edging
me on. Carry me toward . . .

"Oh, I can't hold it any more," I moaned.

Even as I was forming the words, his grip tightened around my expanding
cock. Holding back the cum that was building up. Ready to swell. Ready to
spew.

Then in one swift, precise movement, Todd's face went to my crotch. It was
as though he had inhaling my cock. My cock! He held it so tightly right at
the base of my aching shaft. So still. In his perfect, warm hand. But my
cockhead! It was as though I could feel a rush of air sucked in as Todd's
breath flowed past my bulging cockhead.

His lips closed around it. The warmth of his mouth engulfed it. His tongue
caressed it.

I thought I could stand no more pleasure. He released his tight grip and
his mouth swallowed my entire cock to the base. My throbbing head was now
wrapped in the tight warmth of his throat. As he began to withdraw, I felt
my cockhead enter the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.

And then I finally came.

A cum so forceful. So complete. So overwhelming, I screamed, but no sound
could emerge. My body and mind were so focused on my cock. My cock buried
in Todd's mouth. Spewing deep in his mouth. No strength remained to give my
scream voice. All I could manage was a deep guttural sound without any
meaning except complete release. Freedom . Fucking amazing orgasm.

My cum flowing. I could feel my nuts pumping. Cum still flowing fast and
hard. It still surged through my shaft. Pouring from my cockhead. As Todd's
ravenous mouth and throat nursed my cum from my cock like a baby drinking
milk from a teat.

It seemed to go on forever. I thought my heart might burst from the
excitement. But at last the intensity began to ebb. My cum flowed only as a
dribble. Todd began to lap at my cockhead. Sucking up bits and strands of
my cum that had escaped his awesome mouth.

I lay sprawled on the couch. Unable to move for several minutes. Only able
to say over and over and over, "Oh fuck, Todd, thank you, thank you, thank
you."

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. /nifty/gay/highschool/i-thought-i-knew/

The characters in this project are real. The names and some other
identifying information in this story have been changed to conceal the
identities of the characters described. The Copyright for this story is
held by Hardreader. The story may not be reprinted or distributed elsewhere
in print, electronically or digitally without the permission of the author.
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While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And
stay hard! -- H.R.