Re: I Thought I Knew
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I Thought I Knew -- Book Two
The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 5
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. 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. felt 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. Any anyway there wasn’t anyway 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 his impressive bulge from his obviously semi-hard cock, 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 footage Phil shot 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 think I might 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 to just 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 he 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 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 fuck each other, or anyone else for that matter, 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 first 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.. It 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% 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 shift 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 building up. Ready to swell. Ready to spew.
And 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 . . .
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. Jess, wow. What I would give to see you do that!lol
! I hope you could walk without too much trouble after that Justin.
