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Re: I Thought I Knew
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When I came back about five or 10 minutes later, Billy was already nervously pacing around my mom’s car. I took his hand and told him to come with me.
The questions flowed out of him again, but I brushed them off, making straight for Mike’s place. When we reached the door, I told Billy to close his eyes. I opened the door and warm candlelight and soft music poured into the hallway where we stood.
“Open your eyes,” I said as I led him into the apartment.
He looked around with an expression of wonder. “Where is everyone else?”
“We’re everyone else. It’s just you and me and candlelight and soft music and all the time we need. I love you so much.” I paused, hoping for the simple response I had imagined I would hear. But Billy said nothing.
A little flustered and feeling a little hurt, almost rejected, I finally said as upbeat as possible, “Do you like it?”
“Where are we? . . . I mean, fuck, yes, I love it. . . . So where are we?”
“It’s Mike’s new apartment. He’s out of town for the weekend and he said I could use it for a few days.”
He threw his arms around me and kissed me, almost toppling the two of us. I kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me. Our tongues were dueling in the warmth of our opened mouths, exploring, playing, probing. Our hands were rubbing and squeezing and touching. Our crotches were simply grinding against each other. Each of us already so hard. So horny. So hot. So ready.
I broke away from Billy’s grasp and stood with my arms on his shoulders, holding my stallion of a boyfriend at arms length. I looked him up and down. God, did I like what I saw. From his brown boyish hair. To his goofy fucking grin. To his fantastic chest and abs. To his bulging boner. Oh, how I loved that glorious cock and the way it thrust itself against the fabric of his pants, straining to reach me. I know I should talk about his fabulous swimmer’s legs next, but the truth is I never got past admiring his cock. His big, hard, long cock. And what plans I had for it that night!
“I think I love you even more,” he said. I almost fell backwards at the impact of his words. It was the first time he’d said those magical words. My breath caught in my chest. I completely lost track of where I was in my well-choreographed plans. I hugged him and kissed him and looked deep into his eyes.
I could tell he realized how important this was to me. He gently asked me in his sexiest voice, “What do we do now?”
“I think I’d like to undress you, if that’s OK.”
Billy just nodded.
I dropped my arms from his shoulders and kissed him gently on his lips and then unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. Slowly. Deliberately. Gently. I kissed his neck where the shirt opened. Another button and I kissed a little lower. One more button and I was able to lick his right nipple, sucking it in between my lips. Giving it a little love nip with my teeth. That’s why they call them nips, isn’t it? And then on to his left nipple.
I loved the way Billy tasted. And smelled. The firmness of his pecs. The warm glow of his skin. The heat of his body. His breath as he gasped at each new sensation.
“I think I’m gonna fucking cum,” Billy said as my tongue toyed with his nip. I could tell he was getting weak in the knees.
“You better not cum yet. I’ve got other plans for you first.”
Billy took a deep breath. “I’ll try. Just give me a minute.”
I could see his huge, beautiful cock twitching in his pants, his wet spot getting bigger and bigger. Rings of dried pre-cum could be seen all over the front of his pants from all the times Billy had gotten excited earlier this evening.
I gently stroked his hair. His neck. His shoulders. Giving him time to get control. To let that churning urge in his nuts subside. God, I knew how hard that could be.
“OK,” Billy finally said.
I began unbuttoning his shirt again, running my hands over his smooth abs and around his powerful sides and back. I pulled the shirttails from his pants. One shirttail was brushing up against the underside of his cock as I pulled it out. It made Billy groan in pleasure as the fabric slid against his straining cock. The friction almost triggering an unplanned orgasm.
The shirttail, once freed, was soaked in Billy’s pre-cum. I put it to my nose, inhaling deeply before putting it in my mouth to suck out the sweet pre-cum he had left there. All the while staring into Billy’s loving eyes.
I slid his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the living room carpet. I led Billy into the master bedroom with its king-sized bed. More candles and aromatic scents designed to arouse only one sense – lust!
I had Billy sit on the bed and removed his shoes and then his sox. I licked each foot and sucked on his toes. Neither of us was into foot fetish that I knew of, but I didn’t want to miss a thing. I found sucking his toes was indeed erotic and so I took my time.
Again I took Billy’s hand and asked him to stand in front of me.
“What about you?” he asked.
“This is about you,” I said and let the back of my hand graze the full length of his raging boner where it pressed against his pants, urgently needing to be freed. I kissed his lips. “About you,” I repeated.
I unhooked his belt and slipped it from the belt loops, letting it drop to the floor with his shoes and sox. I unfastened the button at his waist and unzipped his pants, again making sure my hand rubbed up against his hard, hot cock. As I opened the fly to finally free his beautiful eight-inch cock, I let his pants slip to the floor.
I bent down and lapped the copious, clear, sweet pre-jizz that was rolling out of his cock lips. Another raspy groan came from deep within Billy. I was so crazy for this man.
I sat him on the edge of the bed. He leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows. The skin was stretched tight over the helmet-like shape of his swollen cockhead. It was the deepest reddish/purple I had ever seen it. The tip of his cockhead pressed against his abs well above his navel. Pre-cum pooled at he tip. It was a beautiful thing to behold.
I finally started to undress myself. A slow, undulating striptease I had practiced in front of the mirrors in my bathroom, usually ending with my cum spraying all over their reflective surface, spraying all over the image of myself. But as I had rehearsed, I was always imagining it was Billy in the mirror. Not me. It was Billy I was cumming on. Not just my reflection. Not just a mirror.
I was so hot doing this striptease for real in front of Billy that I feared I might cum just sliding my pants over my bubble butt and off my hips. I had to pause for a moment. My mammoth cock so hard it barely moved from its rigid pose, jutting from my newly trimmed pubes. A rocket ready to blast off. My nut sack pulled up so tight it threatened to disappear altogether. Each big nut pulled up tight on either side of my cock.
I closed my eyes and let my head loll back until I regained control. Shortly I knew I was ready to go on.
“Billy, lay on your back in the center of the bed. Just try to relax and follow my lead.” I talked like a man with experience, not the boy I really was, giving up my virgin ass to the man I loved. This was what I wanted. I hoped this was what Billy wanted, too.
“Do you trust me?” I asked
“Like a rock,” Billy said. I didn’t have a clue, but if it worked for him, it worked for me.
“Like a rock,” I repeated.
When Billy was situated, I climbed on the bed, too. I straddled his trim waist, a knee on either side. My ass above and slightly in front of his cock. I wanted his cock so bad.
“Ready?”
“Ready!”
I reached down and scooped up the plentiful pre-cum from Billy’s stomach and worked it into the entry to my ass. I felt those special muscles open to my fingers’ touch and I eased two fingers easily into my ass. My practice was paying off. Now three fingers. In and out.
I groaned and Billy’s eyes were fixed on mine, but I knew he was taking in everything that was happening, just as I was.
I pulled my fingers out and let Billy lick them clean. I bent down. Put both hands behind Billy’s neck and raised his head to kiss his full lips. I slipped my tongue between his warm, soft lips and into his mouth just as I lowered my butt onto his hard waiting cock. Without breaking our kiss, I freed one hand to guide him into me. His cock was so hot and hard in my hand. The feeling was electric, as though his cock and my brain were wired directly together through the sense of touch. And in a move so natural you would have thought we’d been lovers for years, I settled onto his cockhead and almost instantly it popped through and rested just inside my sphincter.
He pulled his head free of our kiss to ask, “Does it hurt?”
“No,” I said. “And you?”
“It’s fucking fantastic.” We both laughed at his unintended word play.
“Try not to cum yet. I know we can’t last too long, but let me know if you’re going to cum.”
He nodded his agreement and I settled down farther onto his cock. Slowly lowering myself until his full hard eight inches were buried deep inside me. His cock felt so hot. So big. I felt it twitch. So hard. So long. I pushed down to bury it still deeper inside me if I could. I loved it. Billy’s cock was buried deep inside of me and I loved it. The way it felt. The way I knew it made him feel. Nothing in the world compared.
I rocked gently back and felt his cock grow even bigger. Billy moaned. I moaned. My stiff cock drooled with the pleasure. Oh, fuck. Let me ride this meat rocket to the moon. I want to die happy with Billy’s cock up my ass.
Then I slowly started to raise myself off his cock a little. And then down. And up and down and . . . Each stroke a little longer. A little harder. On the third stroke his hard cockhead hit my prostate and I tensed with the intensity of the pleasure that it gave. God fucking yes.
“There, oh there. That’s it, Billy, that’s it. Heaven. Fucking heaven.” And I pushed myself down on his cock to repeat the pleasure his cock was giving me.
My eyes were rolling up in my head and my toes were curled tight as I heard Billy say, “Fucking Jesus, Justin, I’m gonna cum . . . NOW!”
With that I could feel his cum pumping into my ass like warm lava. Flowing into me, filling me and filling me again. So hot it seared my innards. I loved it so much. Loved him so much.
Even as Billy kept unloading his days of pent-up cum deep inside me, he reached out and stroked my throbbing cock twice with a grasp so firm and knowing. I could feel the surge of cum boiling, roiling, rising up in my hard, thick, long cock. The start of my mighty orgasm created a powerful, almost overwhelming rush of sensations. The focus of all my attention was now on my nuts and my cock. I felt like my cock was enormous. A pulsing appendage powerfully thrusting itself out in front of me. And then the first spasm. I could feel the cum as it gushed up my cock and I came. Of fucking god almighty. Fuck!
A powerful cum like I’d never known. The first load landed on Billy’s lips. The second cleared his head entirely. Seven or eight more powerful volleys of my cum flew everywhere. Thick strings and globs of cum. Covering everything with the rich, thick juice I’d been building up for days. Billy’s powerful cock, throbbing and plowing deep inside of me, had freed it. Fucking ass on fire I love it!
As my flow of cum eased to a dribble, I leaned forward and licked some of my cum from Billy’s face and kissed him deeply. He sucked my cum in and sucked my tongue with it. I repeated the kiss again. And again.
His wonderfully long cock, as hard and strong as ever, was still buried in my ass, and it felt completely right. It was like I was meant to have this monster cock buried in me. It’s what I was born to do. My true calling was to be fucked by Billy.
I could feel his cum oozing out of my ass and trickling round my balls. I realized the bed sheets under us were wet with his cum. What a wonderful mess.
“How was your first time?” I asked.
“Perfect. You did it perfect. I loved it. . . . I love you. Was this the party?”
“This was the party. You were the guest of honor. I love you, too.”
“You’re still hard,” Billy said in a tone that was part statement, part question. He wrapped his palm around my cock and stroked its nine-inch length once slowly. From base to tip. Some of my cum, which had been clinging to the shaft of my cock, collected in the crux between his thumb and index finger. He licked my fresh cum from his hand. “You taste mighty good today, boyfriend.” He offered me a taste, which I gladly accepted.
I licked the last bit of my cum from my lips and said, “You’re still hard, too.” I flexed my ass muscles, tightening them around his cock to further make my point. “Still very hard, aren’t you?”
“What should we do about it?” Billy asked.
“I’ve got an idea, if you’re game.”
“Go for it,” Billy said as he pulled his cock from my ass. “I’ve still got the better part of five days of cum just dying to get out.” He wrapped both his hands around his cock and made a show of squeezing it tight and jacking it a few times. I bulged even bigger in his tight grip. Turning a fierce red. The blood swelling it obscenely. Fucking god, this is great!
“Let me lend you a hand,” I said and we hugged, rolling back and forth together across the cum drenched sheets, laughing and rubbing and kissing.
So far, so good, I thought.
Continued tomorrow . . .
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You knew the story had to break somewhere or there wouldn't be three parts this week. So just hang on a little longer. Again I promise you'll find tomorrow's part worth the wait. Don't forget to write to let me and the guys know what going on in your minds . . . and your pants. We love that you're almost as excited to read this as the boys were to live it.
You guys sound so "excited" to have this story continue. It would be hard to deny your pleas for more. So I won't keep you in suspense and I guarantee the boys won't disappoint you with their . . . well, you'll see.
With no commercial interruptions here it is . . .
Chapter 20 – Part II
From Justin’s viewpoint
From Justin’s viewpoint
When I came back about five or 10 minutes later, Billy was already nervously pacing around my mom’s car. I took his hand and told him to come with me.
The questions flowed out of him again, but I brushed them off, making straight for Mike’s place. When we reached the door, I told Billy to close his eyes. I opened the door and warm candlelight and soft music poured into the hallway where we stood.
“Open your eyes,” I said as I led him into the apartment.
He looked around with an expression of wonder. “Where is everyone else?”
“We’re everyone else. It’s just you and me and candlelight and soft music and all the time we need. I love you so much.” I paused, hoping for the simple response I had imagined I would hear. But Billy said nothing.
A little flustered and feeling a little hurt, almost rejected, I finally said as upbeat as possible, “Do you like it?”
“Where are we? . . . I mean, fuck, yes, I love it. . . . So where are we?”
“It’s Mike’s new apartment. He’s out of town for the weekend and he said I could use it for a few days.”
He threw his arms around me and kissed me, almost toppling the two of us. I kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me. Our tongues were dueling in the warmth of our opened mouths, exploring, playing, probing. Our hands were rubbing and squeezing and touching. Our crotches were simply grinding against each other. Each of us already so hard. So horny. So hot. So ready.
I broke away from Billy’s grasp and stood with my arms on his shoulders, holding my stallion of a boyfriend at arms length. I looked him up and down. God, did I like what I saw. From his brown boyish hair. To his goofy fucking grin. To his fantastic chest and abs. To his bulging boner. Oh, how I loved that glorious cock and the way it thrust itself against the fabric of his pants, straining to reach me. I know I should talk about his fabulous swimmer’s legs next, but the truth is I never got past admiring his cock. His big, hard, long cock. And what plans I had for it that night!
“I think I love you even more,” he said. I almost fell backwards at the impact of his words. It was the first time he’d said those magical words. My breath caught in my chest. I completely lost track of where I was in my well-choreographed plans. I hugged him and kissed him and looked deep into his eyes.
I could tell he realized how important this was to me. He gently asked me in his sexiest voice, “What do we do now?”
“I think I’d like to undress you, if that’s OK.”
Billy just nodded.
I dropped my arms from his shoulders and kissed him gently on his lips and then unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. Slowly. Deliberately. Gently. I kissed his neck where the shirt opened. Another button and I kissed a little lower. One more button and I was able to lick his right nipple, sucking it in between my lips. Giving it a little love nip with my teeth. That’s why they call them nips, isn’t it? And then on to his left nipple.
I loved the way Billy tasted. And smelled. The firmness of his pecs. The warm glow of his skin. The heat of his body. His breath as he gasped at each new sensation.
“I think I’m gonna fucking cum,” Billy said as my tongue toyed with his nip. I could tell he was getting weak in the knees.
“You better not cum yet. I’ve got other plans for you first.”
Billy took a deep breath. “I’ll try. Just give me a minute.”
I could see his huge, beautiful cock twitching in his pants, his wet spot getting bigger and bigger. Rings of dried pre-cum could be seen all over the front of his pants from all the times Billy had gotten excited earlier this evening.
I gently stroked his hair. His neck. His shoulders. Giving him time to get control. To let that churning urge in his nuts subside. God, I knew how hard that could be.
“OK,” Billy finally said.
I began unbuttoning his shirt again, running my hands over his smooth abs and around his powerful sides and back. I pulled the shirttails from his pants. One shirttail was brushing up against the underside of his cock as I pulled it out. It made Billy groan in pleasure as the fabric slid against his straining cock. The friction almost triggering an unplanned orgasm.
The shirttail, once freed, was soaked in Billy’s pre-cum. I put it to my nose, inhaling deeply before putting it in my mouth to suck out the sweet pre-cum he had left there. All the while staring into Billy’s loving eyes.
I slid his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the living room carpet. I led Billy into the master bedroom with its king-sized bed. More candles and aromatic scents designed to arouse only one sense – lust!
I had Billy sit on the bed and removed his shoes and then his sox. I licked each foot and sucked on his toes. Neither of us was into foot fetish that I knew of, but I didn’t want to miss a thing. I found sucking his toes was indeed erotic and so I took my time.
Again I took Billy’s hand and asked him to stand in front of me.
“What about you?” he asked.
“This is about you,” I said and let the back of my hand graze the full length of his raging boner where it pressed against his pants, urgently needing to be freed. I kissed his lips. “About you,” I repeated.
I unhooked his belt and slipped it from the belt loops, letting it drop to the floor with his shoes and sox. I unfastened the button at his waist and unzipped his pants, again making sure my hand rubbed up against his hard, hot cock. As I opened the fly to finally free his beautiful eight-inch cock, I let his pants slip to the floor.
I bent down and lapped the copious, clear, sweet pre-jizz that was rolling out of his cock lips. Another raspy groan came from deep within Billy. I was so crazy for this man.
I sat him on the edge of the bed. He leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows. The skin was stretched tight over the helmet-like shape of his swollen cockhead. It was the deepest reddish/purple I had ever seen it. The tip of his cockhead pressed against his abs well above his navel. Pre-cum pooled at he tip. It was a beautiful thing to behold.
I finally started to undress myself. A slow, undulating striptease I had practiced in front of the mirrors in my bathroom, usually ending with my cum spraying all over their reflective surface, spraying all over the image of myself. But as I had rehearsed, I was always imagining it was Billy in the mirror. Not me. It was Billy I was cumming on. Not just my reflection. Not just a mirror.
I was so hot doing this striptease for real in front of Billy that I feared I might cum just sliding my pants over my bubble butt and off my hips. I had to pause for a moment. My mammoth cock so hard it barely moved from its rigid pose, jutting from my newly trimmed pubes. A rocket ready to blast off. My nut sack pulled up so tight it threatened to disappear altogether. Each big nut pulled up tight on either side of my cock.
I closed my eyes and let my head loll back until I regained control. Shortly I knew I was ready to go on.
“Billy, lay on your back in the center of the bed. Just try to relax and follow my lead.” I talked like a man with experience, not the boy I really was, giving up my virgin ass to the man I loved. This was what I wanted. I hoped this was what Billy wanted, too.
“Do you trust me?” I asked
“Like a rock,” Billy said. I didn’t have a clue, but if it worked for him, it worked for me.
“Like a rock,” I repeated.
When Billy was situated, I climbed on the bed, too. I straddled his trim waist, a knee on either side. My ass above and slightly in front of his cock. I wanted his cock so bad.
“Ready?”
“Ready!”
I reached down and scooped up the plentiful pre-cum from Billy’s stomach and worked it into the entry to my ass. I felt those special muscles open to my fingers’ touch and I eased two fingers easily into my ass. My practice was paying off. Now three fingers. In and out.
I groaned and Billy’s eyes were fixed on mine, but I knew he was taking in everything that was happening, just as I was.
I pulled my fingers out and let Billy lick them clean. I bent down. Put both hands behind Billy’s neck and raised his head to kiss his full lips. I slipped my tongue between his warm, soft lips and into his mouth just as I lowered my butt onto his hard waiting cock. Without breaking our kiss, I freed one hand to guide him into me. His cock was so hot and hard in my hand. The feeling was electric, as though his cock and my brain were wired directly together through the sense of touch. And in a move so natural you would have thought we’d been lovers for years, I settled onto his cockhead and almost instantly it popped through and rested just inside my sphincter.
He pulled his head free of our kiss to ask, “Does it hurt?”
“No,” I said. “And you?”
“It’s fucking fantastic.” We both laughed at his unintended word play.
“Try not to cum yet. I know we can’t last too long, but let me know if you’re going to cum.”
He nodded his agreement and I settled down farther onto his cock. Slowly lowering myself until his full hard eight inches were buried deep inside me. His cock felt so hot. So big. I felt it twitch. So hard. So long. I pushed down to bury it still deeper inside me if I could. I loved it. Billy’s cock was buried deep inside of me and I loved it. The way it felt. The way I knew it made him feel. Nothing in the world compared.
I rocked gently back and felt his cock grow even bigger. Billy moaned. I moaned. My stiff cock drooled with the pleasure. Oh, fuck. Let me ride this meat rocket to the moon. I want to die happy with Billy’s cock up my ass.
Then I slowly started to raise myself off his cock a little. And then down. And up and down and . . . Each stroke a little longer. A little harder. On the third stroke his hard cockhead hit my prostate and I tensed with the intensity of the pleasure that it gave. God fucking yes.
“There, oh there. That’s it, Billy, that’s it. Heaven. Fucking heaven.” And I pushed myself down on his cock to repeat the pleasure his cock was giving me.
My eyes were rolling up in my head and my toes were curled tight as I heard Billy say, “Fucking Jesus, Justin, I’m gonna cum . . . NOW!”
With that I could feel his cum pumping into my ass like warm lava. Flowing into me, filling me and filling me again. So hot it seared my innards. I loved it so much. Loved him so much.
Even as Billy kept unloading his days of pent-up cum deep inside me, he reached out and stroked my throbbing cock twice with a grasp so firm and knowing. I could feel the surge of cum boiling, roiling, rising up in my hard, thick, long cock. The start of my mighty orgasm created a powerful, almost overwhelming rush of sensations. The focus of all my attention was now on my nuts and my cock. I felt like my cock was enormous. A pulsing appendage powerfully thrusting itself out in front of me. And then the first spasm. I could feel the cum as it gushed up my cock and I came. Of fucking god almighty. Fuck!
A powerful cum like I’d never known. The first load landed on Billy’s lips. The second cleared his head entirely. Seven or eight more powerful volleys of my cum flew everywhere. Thick strings and globs of cum. Covering everything with the rich, thick juice I’d been building up for days. Billy’s powerful cock, throbbing and plowing deep inside of me, had freed it. Fucking ass on fire I love it!
As my flow of cum eased to a dribble, I leaned forward and licked some of my cum from Billy’s face and kissed him deeply. He sucked my cum in and sucked my tongue with it. I repeated the kiss again. And again.
His wonderfully long cock, as hard and strong as ever, was still buried in my ass, and it felt completely right. It was like I was meant to have this monster cock buried in me. It’s what I was born to do. My true calling was to be fucked by Billy.
I could feel his cum oozing out of my ass and trickling round my balls. I realized the bed sheets under us were wet with his cum. What a wonderful mess.
“How was your first time?” I asked.
“Perfect. You did it perfect. I loved it. . . . I love you. Was this the party?”
“This was the party. You were the guest of honor. I love you, too.”
“You’re still hard,” Billy said in a tone that was part statement, part question. He wrapped his palm around my cock and stroked its nine-inch length once slowly. From base to tip. Some of my cum, which had been clinging to the shaft of my cock, collected in the crux between his thumb and index finger. He licked my fresh cum from his hand. “You taste mighty good today, boyfriend.” He offered me a taste, which I gladly accepted.
I licked the last bit of my cum from my lips and said, “You’re still hard, too.” I flexed my ass muscles, tightening them around his cock to further make my point. “Still very hard, aren’t you?”
“What should we do about it?” Billy asked.
“I’ve got an idea, if you’re game.”
“Go for it,” Billy said as he pulled his cock from my ass. “I’ve still got the better part of five days of cum just dying to get out.” He wrapped both his hands around his cock and made a show of squeezing it tight and jacking it a few times. I bulged even bigger in his tight grip. Turning a fierce red. The blood swelling it obscenely. Fucking god, this is great!
“Let me lend you a hand,” I said and we hugged, rolling back and forth together across the cum drenched sheets, laughing and rubbing and kissing.
So far, so good, I thought.
Continued tomorrow . . .
--
You knew the story had to break somewhere or there wouldn't be three parts this week. So just hang on a little longer. Again I promise you'll find tomorrow's part worth the wait. Don't forget to write to let me and the guys know what going on in your minds . . . and your pants. We love that you're almost as excited to read this as the boys were to live it.
I'd already decided I'd let him do me 
what I was doing. You can watch a million guys fucking on XTube, but you still don't know how to do it.
But I was too afraid to tell him.
and pushing down to get in deeper. 
Like never before and probably never since. I know that it probably seemed better than it was because it was my first time, but I wanted to be the one to describe it.
