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I Thought I Knew - Book 1 and Book 2
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Re: I Thought I Knew
HR!!! This is getting really juicy..... don't keep us waiting too long!
HR!!! This is getting really juicy..... don't keep us waiting too long!harry113
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Wonderful chapter,Thank you HR
Billy is certainly having an awakening!!
What now??
Harry
Wonderful chapter,Thank you HR
Billy is certainly having an awakening!!
What now??
Harry
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I told you this whole story. It just sounds different when HR writes it down. You shouldn't be upset by it now. It's all history. When it happened it didn't seem like that big a deal. What I let Justin do was to help you. Compared to you telling me you were gay, it didn't seem like that big a deal.
I didn't hide anything from you about that day. I think you need to trust HR and try and relax.
I told you this whole story. It just sounds different when HR writes it down. You shouldn't be upset by it now. It's all history. When it happened it didn't seem like that big a deal. What I let Justin do was to help you. Compared to you telling me you were gay, it didn't seem like that big a deal.
I didn't hide anything from you about that day. I think you need to trust HR and try and relax.
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Well, guys, I didn't hear that much back from you about how you liked Chapter 4. I hope you aren't so shy about commenting on Chapter 5. Remember, your encouragement and comments keep a lot of us motivated to write.
The ride to Billy’s house, with him driving my scooter and me behind, had just about put me over the edge. I was no more immune to the vibrations of my scooter than anyone else. It was one of the few things I liked about it. Everywhere I went, I got a special buzz going in my crotch.
During the ride, it was obvious to me and my dick that Billy was making me hotter and harder on purpose, wiggling his ass and stuff. I came close to blowing my wad all over him, the same way he’d shot his wad on my ass earlier. But I held off. It was a good thing, too. I knew I would have to walk right past my parents to get to my room when I got home. Seeing my crotch soaked, even in my own cum, would have been too much for them to behold. If I’d cum in my jeans and they saw it, it wouldn’t be cool. Not to brag, but I can cum just as much as Billy.
When I got back from dropping Billy off, I was really aroused. My cock was horny, hot and hard. Showing off through my jeans. A nine-inch boner that wanted to get free. It wasn’t any surprise to me. After all, Billy had gotten off twice -- once all over my hot ass and once with my hand wrapped around that wonderful dick of his. My balls had been teased for the past couple of hours and my nuts were ready to blow. Thinking about Billy and how he’d cum on my ass and then in my hand wasn’t cooling me down. My god, Jess was right. That boy could cum.
My parents didn’t seem to notice the large bulge in my jeans, or the obvious wet spot where pre-cum had soaked through. My mom fixed a plate for me to take up to my room and eat while I studied. I stood strategically on the far side of the counter, concealing the throbbing hard-on that was far more important to me at that minute than dinner.
When I got to my room, the first thing I did after locking my door was to grab the cum-soaked jeans Billy had left behind. I put my face right in the damp crotch and inhaled. Heavenly. His cum smelled like fruit and I loved it. The smell was so strong that I thought I could taste his cum by inhaling those fumes. Intoxicated by the smell, I couldn’t resist. I licked the crotch and truly tasted Billy’s cum. It wasn’t as good as tasting his fresh warm cum, but it was keeping me rock hard. I wanted to suck him off so bad. The jeans had already started to dry and stiffen a bit, but I could still feel plenty of the moistness of his cum on my cheeks and lips as I rubbed them across my face.
I set Billy’s cum-covered jeans on my bed. I noticed for the first time that cum stains were also obvious on my bedspread, where Billy had sat dripping cum earlier. Cool, I thought.
I took off my own jeans, leaving me wearing nothing but the cum-drenched underwear Billy had been wearing when he blew his wad all over my butt on the scooter. During all the sexual excitement, I’d been able to swipe Billy’s sperm-flooded briefs without his noticing. Goddamn that had felt sexy as I slipped them on. His slimy man cum wrapped around every fiber of those briefs. And my cock and balls nestled in amongst all Billy’s jizz. Billy had been so excited about the new A&Fs I’d given him, he’d never even noticed his briefs were “gone.”
Now, still wearing Billy’s briefs, I slipped on his cummy jeans as well and buttoned the fly. All but the top button. I lay back on my bed and groped myself through the moist sticky fabric of his jeans and his briefs. I was so hard. Really hard and really hot. My cock was so sensitive and ready for action. I had to get off. I let my mind imagine how his hot dick had been where my hot dick was now. I could imagine his dick so clearly. I had just been holding it in my hand a short while ago. In my mind I could see it getting bigger and harder and hotter in these very jeans. That big cock of his pressing up against my bubble butt on my scooter. Wiggling my sexy ass against that hard pole of his. Our dicks both rubbing against this cum soaked fabric. Rubbing my hard cock against his hard cock. The friction of our hot drooling cockheads sliding against each other. Billy shoving his big straight cock up my ass as he wriggled his butt and . . .
My fantasies and memories did the trick. I was cumming. Cumming like crazy. Lost in this dream where he was me and I was him and both of us were each other. My cum was shooting, flowing, oozing out. My cock was roaring with sensations so intense it felt like it could fly apart. My hand still rubbed against the denim. My fingers coated in my cum. My cum mixed with his cum. It wasn’t only in my mind. Our man juices really were mingling inside these jeans and it felt so good. I wanted to live in those cum drenched jeans forever, adding load after load after load of my cum. And Billy’s cum. To our cum. Keeping this magical denim warm and squishy and wrapped around my hot twitching dick. Making me happy.
Could it be? Could Billy and I find common ground to bring to life all these sex fantasies that were whirling through my mind? I so wanted it to be.
Then the cum that had been forced through the denim and oozed through my fingers started to cool. Reality started to set in. Billy was straight. What happened tonight was unbelievably hot, but the chances of it happening again were almost non-existent.
Sure, when I had dropped Billy off at his house, he seemed to be cool with what had happened between us. Maybe, I thought, just maybe he is deep in the closet, deep in self-denial. Maybe there was a chance he was gay and didn’t know it. Couldn’t admit it. My mind reached for straws. Maybe he just needed someone like me to help him find his way out. I gave my cummy crotch another squeeze and felt my dick stir.
Then I realized that if by some long-shot Billy was gay, he’d be Jess’ cum pump. Not mine. No matter how things played out, I lost.
I stewed about that for a few minutes and was feeling pissed off at the world. It always seemed to work out better for everyone else. Life seemed unfair to me in so many ways. So I did what I always do when I get pissed at my shitty life. I decided to jerk myself off . . . again. Nobody else was going to do it.
I stripped off Billy’s jeans and underwear, rejecting any hope of getting it on with him again. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. What I saw was a hot guy with a good bod. Better than good. Fucking great! And I smiled at myself. Who wouldn’t want to fuck me and my great bubble butt. Who wouldn’t want me to cum for them. Because, boy, I could cum. I could cum as much as Billy, but mine came in shots like Jess said his cum did. I was a better cum machine than either of them .
And that realization seemed to piss me off even more. Finally as I angrily jacked my raging nine-inch hard-on, lubed with my own free-flowing pre-cum, I led myself by my cock back into my bedroom. I threw Billy’s jeans and briefs, both drenched in our co-mingled sperm, on my bed. They were right where Billy had sat after the hand-job I had given him. He’d been exhausted and dripping cum on my bedspread. Thinking about it made my nuts pull up tight. My balls were churning with the need for action and I could feel my cum boiling up in me like a volcano ready to blow.
I gave Billy’s jeans one last longing look, leaned back, growled and pumped my big cock with both hands. Jacked myself hard. From cockhead to balls and back again.Cum flew out of my cockslit. It was so hot, so swollen, so much. I just fired load after load. Maybe 12 big shots. I wasn’t counting. And then my thick creamy white cum just flowed from the end of my cock. Coating my cockhead and dripping down on my bed. My cum flowed a lot like Billy’s cum flowed. A lot like Billy’s.
Then I threw myself down on my totally messed bed and felt completely alone and sad.
There was no comfort in cumming alone that night. It had felt like I was using some superpower to destroy my enemies when I shot my load all over the bed and Billy’s jeans. But when I was done, what was it? Cooling cum. Lots and lots of cum. Almost enough to float in. Alone.
***
When I got up in the morning, the first thing in my head was “Thank god it’s Friday.” I didn’t think I could take too much more of this week. I got up and took my morning wood to the shower. As always I left my first load of the day to wash down the drain with the soapsuds.
When I walked back into my bedroom, I was struck by the stains all over my bedspread and the two pairs of cum-stained jeans. Oh, yeah, there was Billy’s underwear, too. I thought about trying to clean the mess up, at least a little, but quickly said fuck it. In this shitty household, it was my job to cum and the stupid, born-again cleaning lady’s job to clean it up. I only regretted I hadn’t shot my morning load all over the mirror, the way I did when the twins were here.
***
At school, my life still sucked. I was in a funk and everything seemed to piss me off. Somehow I got thinking during math class how I was just a month or two younger than most of the seniors. My luck to be born in August. A month too young to start school with most of the kids I had grown up with.
Now guys like Billy and Jess and all their hot-shot senior friends looked down on juniors like me.
At lunch, Billy was holding court at his usual table. Twice I heard him say something about “faggots.” The second time he said it, I’d had it. I got up and headed for the quadrangle. I needed some space.
I could hardly believe that the night before I was going crazy to cum in his jeans and today . . . today I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him.
I was startled when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I jumped up only to find Jess standing behind me. “I followed you out,” Jess said. I understand you talked to Billy last night. How did it go? Is everything OK?”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and dramatically. I looked up at Jess. He looked so hopeful.
“He’s not blaming you, is he?” Jess asked with real concern. “I know how he can twist things around and I wouldn’t want this to backfire on you.”
“No, no, nothing like that. Well, maybe at first. But we talked and he really likes you . . . likes you as a friend, I mean. He wants to understand, but it’s hard for him.” I was surprised by the words coming out of my mouth. “I mean, he wants to be your friend . . . your best friend . . . still. He wants to do whatever he can to make this whole thing better for you. As a matter of fact, he sort of surprised me.”
I found myself softening, my anger ebbing. That good feeling I had for Billy when we parted was coming back. And why? I don’t know. It just was. He wasn’t a bad guy. Just a little stupid in some ways.
“Have you guys had a chance to talk since last night?” I asked, suddenly realizing that if there was an update, I wanted it.
No, they hadn’t talked, he said. But they had a double date that night and Billy had said he wanted to talk to Jess afterwards.
“Good luck, Jess,” was all I said. But in my mind I was thinking, Double date? Straight guys? Who could ever understand them?
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So until next Wednesday, stay hard and stay happy. And don't forget to tell me how you like the story so far.
Well, guys, I didn't hear that much back from you about how you liked Chapter 4. I hope you aren't so shy about commenting on Chapter 5. Remember, your encouragement and comments keep a lot of us motivated to write.
Chapter 5
From Justin's viewpoint
From Justin's viewpoint
The ride to Billy’s house, with him driving my scooter and me behind, had just about put me over the edge. I was no more immune to the vibrations of my scooter than anyone else. It was one of the few things I liked about it. Everywhere I went, I got a special buzz going in my crotch.
During the ride, it was obvious to me and my dick that Billy was making me hotter and harder on purpose, wiggling his ass and stuff. I came close to blowing my wad all over him, the same way he’d shot his wad on my ass earlier. But I held off. It was a good thing, too. I knew I would have to walk right past my parents to get to my room when I got home. Seeing my crotch soaked, even in my own cum, would have been too much for them to behold. If I’d cum in my jeans and they saw it, it wouldn’t be cool. Not to brag, but I can cum just as much as Billy.
When I got back from dropping Billy off, I was really aroused. My cock was horny, hot and hard. Showing off through my jeans. A nine-inch boner that wanted to get free. It wasn’t any surprise to me. After all, Billy had gotten off twice -- once all over my hot ass and once with my hand wrapped around that wonderful dick of his. My balls had been teased for the past couple of hours and my nuts were ready to blow. Thinking about Billy and how he’d cum on my ass and then in my hand wasn’t cooling me down. My god, Jess was right. That boy could cum.
My parents didn’t seem to notice the large bulge in my jeans, or the obvious wet spot where pre-cum had soaked through. My mom fixed a plate for me to take up to my room and eat while I studied. I stood strategically on the far side of the counter, concealing the throbbing hard-on that was far more important to me at that minute than dinner.
When I got to my room, the first thing I did after locking my door was to grab the cum-soaked jeans Billy had left behind. I put my face right in the damp crotch and inhaled. Heavenly. His cum smelled like fruit and I loved it. The smell was so strong that I thought I could taste his cum by inhaling those fumes. Intoxicated by the smell, I couldn’t resist. I licked the crotch and truly tasted Billy’s cum. It wasn’t as good as tasting his fresh warm cum, but it was keeping me rock hard. I wanted to suck him off so bad. The jeans had already started to dry and stiffen a bit, but I could still feel plenty of the moistness of his cum on my cheeks and lips as I rubbed them across my face.
I set Billy’s cum-covered jeans on my bed. I noticed for the first time that cum stains were also obvious on my bedspread, where Billy had sat dripping cum earlier. Cool, I thought.
I took off my own jeans, leaving me wearing nothing but the cum-drenched underwear Billy had been wearing when he blew his wad all over my butt on the scooter. During all the sexual excitement, I’d been able to swipe Billy’s sperm-flooded briefs without his noticing. Goddamn that had felt sexy as I slipped them on. His slimy man cum wrapped around every fiber of those briefs. And my cock and balls nestled in amongst all Billy’s jizz. Billy had been so excited about the new A&Fs I’d given him, he’d never even noticed his briefs were “gone.”
Now, still wearing Billy’s briefs, I slipped on his cummy jeans as well and buttoned the fly. All but the top button. I lay back on my bed and groped myself through the moist sticky fabric of his jeans and his briefs. I was so hard. Really hard and really hot. My cock was so sensitive and ready for action. I had to get off. I let my mind imagine how his hot dick had been where my hot dick was now. I could imagine his dick so clearly. I had just been holding it in my hand a short while ago. In my mind I could see it getting bigger and harder and hotter in these very jeans. That big cock of his pressing up against my bubble butt on my scooter. Wiggling my sexy ass against that hard pole of his. Our dicks both rubbing against this cum soaked fabric. Rubbing my hard cock against his hard cock. The friction of our hot drooling cockheads sliding against each other. Billy shoving his big straight cock up my ass as he wriggled his butt and . . .
My fantasies and memories did the trick. I was cumming. Cumming like crazy. Lost in this dream where he was me and I was him and both of us were each other. My cum was shooting, flowing, oozing out. My cock was roaring with sensations so intense it felt like it could fly apart. My hand still rubbed against the denim. My fingers coated in my cum. My cum mixed with his cum. It wasn’t only in my mind. Our man juices really were mingling inside these jeans and it felt so good. I wanted to live in those cum drenched jeans forever, adding load after load after load of my cum. And Billy’s cum. To our cum. Keeping this magical denim warm and squishy and wrapped around my hot twitching dick. Making me happy.
Could it be? Could Billy and I find common ground to bring to life all these sex fantasies that were whirling through my mind? I so wanted it to be.
Then the cum that had been forced through the denim and oozed through my fingers started to cool. Reality started to set in. Billy was straight. What happened tonight was unbelievably hot, but the chances of it happening again were almost non-existent.
Sure, when I had dropped Billy off at his house, he seemed to be cool with what had happened between us. Maybe, I thought, just maybe he is deep in the closet, deep in self-denial. Maybe there was a chance he was gay and didn’t know it. Couldn’t admit it. My mind reached for straws. Maybe he just needed someone like me to help him find his way out. I gave my cummy crotch another squeeze and felt my dick stir.
Then I realized that if by some long-shot Billy was gay, he’d be Jess’ cum pump. Not mine. No matter how things played out, I lost.
I stewed about that for a few minutes and was feeling pissed off at the world. It always seemed to work out better for everyone else. Life seemed unfair to me in so many ways. So I did what I always do when I get pissed at my shitty life. I decided to jerk myself off . . . again. Nobody else was going to do it.
I stripped off Billy’s jeans and underwear, rejecting any hope of getting it on with him again. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. What I saw was a hot guy with a good bod. Better than good. Fucking great! And I smiled at myself. Who wouldn’t want to fuck me and my great bubble butt. Who wouldn’t want me to cum for them. Because, boy, I could cum. I could cum as much as Billy, but mine came in shots like Jess said his cum did. I was a better cum machine than either of them .
And that realization seemed to piss me off even more. Finally as I angrily jacked my raging nine-inch hard-on, lubed with my own free-flowing pre-cum, I led myself by my cock back into my bedroom. I threw Billy’s jeans and briefs, both drenched in our co-mingled sperm, on my bed. They were right where Billy had sat after the hand-job I had given him. He’d been exhausted and dripping cum on my bedspread. Thinking about it made my nuts pull up tight. My balls were churning with the need for action and I could feel my cum boiling up in me like a volcano ready to blow.
I gave Billy’s jeans one last longing look, leaned back, growled and pumped my big cock with both hands. Jacked myself hard. From cockhead to balls and back again.Cum flew out of my cockslit. It was so hot, so swollen, so much. I just fired load after load. Maybe 12 big shots. I wasn’t counting. And then my thick creamy white cum just flowed from the end of my cock. Coating my cockhead and dripping down on my bed. My cum flowed a lot like Billy’s cum flowed. A lot like Billy’s.
Then I threw myself down on my totally messed bed and felt completely alone and sad.
There was no comfort in cumming alone that night. It had felt like I was using some superpower to destroy my enemies when I shot my load all over the bed and Billy’s jeans. But when I was done, what was it? Cooling cum. Lots and lots of cum. Almost enough to float in. Alone.
***
When I got up in the morning, the first thing in my head was “Thank god it’s Friday.” I didn’t think I could take too much more of this week. I got up and took my morning wood to the shower. As always I left my first load of the day to wash down the drain with the soapsuds.
When I walked back into my bedroom, I was struck by the stains all over my bedspread and the two pairs of cum-stained jeans. Oh, yeah, there was Billy’s underwear, too. I thought about trying to clean the mess up, at least a little, but quickly said fuck it. In this shitty household, it was my job to cum and the stupid, born-again cleaning lady’s job to clean it up. I only regretted I hadn’t shot my morning load all over the mirror, the way I did when the twins were here.
***
At school, my life still sucked. I was in a funk and everything seemed to piss me off. Somehow I got thinking during math class how I was just a month or two younger than most of the seniors. My luck to be born in August. A month too young to start school with most of the kids I had grown up with.
Now guys like Billy and Jess and all their hot-shot senior friends looked down on juniors like me.
At lunch, Billy was holding court at his usual table. Twice I heard him say something about “faggots.” The second time he said it, I’d had it. I got up and headed for the quadrangle. I needed some space.
I could hardly believe that the night before I was going crazy to cum in his jeans and today . . . today I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him.
I was startled when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I jumped up only to find Jess standing behind me. “I followed you out,” Jess said. I understand you talked to Billy last night. How did it go? Is everything OK?”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and dramatically. I looked up at Jess. He looked so hopeful.
“He’s not blaming you, is he?” Jess asked with real concern. “I know how he can twist things around and I wouldn’t want this to backfire on you.”
“No, no, nothing like that. Well, maybe at first. But we talked and he really likes you . . . likes you as a friend, I mean. He wants to understand, but it’s hard for him.” I was surprised by the words coming out of my mouth. “I mean, he wants to be your friend . . . your best friend . . . still. He wants to do whatever he can to make this whole thing better for you. As a matter of fact, he sort of surprised me.”
I found myself softening, my anger ebbing. That good feeling I had for Billy when we parted was coming back. And why? I don’t know. It just was. He wasn’t a bad guy. Just a little stupid in some ways.
“Have you guys had a chance to talk since last night?” I asked, suddenly realizing that if there was an update, I wanted it.
No, they hadn’t talked, he said. But they had a double date that night and Billy had said he wanted to talk to Jess afterwards.
“Good luck, Jess,” was all I said. But in my mind I was thinking, Double date? Straight guys? Who could ever understand them?
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So until next Wednesday, stay hard and stay happy. And don't forget to tell me how you like the story so far.
Apollux
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The reason for the slow responses might come from the fact that the story has gotten 90% cum-centric. Nothing wrong with that (everyone has his kinks, I know I have mines). But AFAIK sperm smelling and handling is not such a big hit among the general gay population.
Maybe balancing more mainstream content along with the cum ?
Anyways, great chapter. And kudos for the innovating idea of having the main characters interacting in the forum!
The reason for the slow responses might come from the fact that the story has gotten 90% cum-centric. Nothing wrong with that (everyone has his kinks, I know I have mines). But AFAIK sperm smelling and handling is not such a big hit among the general gay population.
Maybe balancing more mainstream content along with the cum ?
Anyways, great chapter. And kudos for the innovating idea of having the main characters interacting in the forum!
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I really appreciate the feedback. I'd be interested to know if others agree. I already took a few minutes to see what changes I might make in chapter 6 in keeping with your suggestion.
I really appreciate the feedback. I'd be interested to know if others agree. I already took a few minutes to see what changes I might make in chapter 6 in keeping with your suggestion.
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I thought it was pretty hot myself. Not that is really my thing but then again I never really thoght about that way. I think your doing just fine don't change a thing. This story seems to have loads of possibilities. Want to see how Jess and Billy work this situation out and hope Justin's luck changes for the better. Hem! Maybe a threesome. Just a thought,
I thought it was pretty hot myself. Not that is really my thing but then again I never really thoght about that way. I think your doing just fine don't change a thing. This story seems to have loads of possibilities. Want to see how Jess and Billy work this situation out and hope Justin's luck changes for the better. Hem! Maybe a threesome. Just a thought,
harry113
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Yes, looking forwards to the next chapter. Thanks
Harry
Yes, looking forwards to the next chapter. Thanks
Harry
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Actually, I've been finding this entire story MOST Intriguing! Yes! It may be a bit "cum-centric" (Great phrase, btw!), but it has aroused memories, at least for Me, of what it was like being a Guy in that age range! Wild, Raging, Hormones!! Crazy, Powerful, Urges!! And the DRIVE to "Get It On"!! (Even from just the thought of a tiny Breeze!!)
Of course, in My case, I'm looking back down that road from a far distance away from those years! But, from what I can remember, HR, you're putting into words what my over-stressed brain was feeling, but was unable to interpret into any sense of coherent thought, during those times!
I am very Grateful for the time, effort, and Talent, that you're putting into this "Adventure"! Please continue as you have been! I'm eagerly looking forward to More!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Actually, I've been finding this entire story MOST Intriguing! Yes! It may be a bit "cum-centric" (Great phrase, btw!), but it has aroused memories, at least for Me, of what it was like being a Guy in that age range! Wild, Raging, Hormones!! Crazy, Powerful, Urges!! And the DRIVE to "Get It On"!! (Even from just the thought of a tiny Breeze!!)
Of course, in My case, I'm looking back down that road from a far distance away from those years! But, from what I can remember, HR, you're putting into words what my over-stressed brain was feeling, but was unable to interpret into any sense of coherent thought, during those times!
I am very Grateful for the time, effort, and Talent, that you're putting into this "Adventure"! Please continue as you have been! I'm eagerly looking forward to More!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
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HR,
I don't think anything was wrong with this chapter, in fact I think it was hot as hell.. I am sure any young guy going through the scenario you wrote would do the same. A gay man jerking off a straight man and not being able to relieve himself, coming home to find the evidence and still horny as hell would do just what Justin did. Can't wait for Wednesday to find out what happens. By the way, I survived the week in the mountains after that last cliffhanger...just barely...lol
Craiger
HR,
I don't think anything was wrong with this chapter, in fact I think it was hot as hell.. I am sure any young guy going through the scenario you wrote would do the same. A gay man jerking off a straight man and not being able to relieve himself, coming home to find the evidence and still horny as hell would do just what Justin did. Can't wait for Wednesday to find out what happens. By the way, I survived the week in the mountains after that last cliffhanger...just barely...lol
Craiger
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i have 2 speak up 4 hr on this. We all no he is "cum-centric." i call him cum crazy. either way he's cc. but r sty is cc bcuz i am and B and jess r probably cc 2. hr asked a lot of qs about cum when he interviewed me. i had a lot 2 say.
i dont no if im cc bcuz of the twins and the way they showed me 2 b gay. or mayb its bcuz i cum so much. if u cum as much as i do, u either end up luving cum or hating it. u can't ignore it. i luv it and i guess thats not every1s bag. but dont blame hr. hes doing a good job i think.
i have 2 speak up 4 hr on this. We all no he is "cum-centric." i call him cum crazy. either way he's cc. but r sty is cc bcuz i am and B and jess r probably cc 2. hr asked a lot of qs about cum when he interviewed me. i had a lot 2 say.
i dont no if im cc bcuz of the twins and the way they showed me 2 b gay. or mayb its bcuz i cum so much. if u cum as much as i do, u either end up luving cum or hating it. u can't ignore it. i luv it and i guess thats not every1s bag. but dont blame hr. hes doing a good job i think.
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Sorry to be so slow getting back to you, but I somehow didn't realize I hadn't answered this question. I've got this project mapped out as about 26 chapters. So that would make it about a six-month run at this rate.
Chapter 6 is ready to go for tomorrow. So stay tuned.
Sorry to be so slow getting back to you, but I somehow didn't realize I hadn't answered this question. I've got this project mapped out as about 26 chapters. So that would make it about a six-month run at this rate.
Chapter 6 is ready to go for tomorrow. So stay tuned.
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Our double date was a dud. The four of us -- Billy and a girl he was seeing named Kate, and Ellie and me -- had gotten some fast food first. Then we headed to the movies, not sure what we wanted to see. Sixteen movies showing and there wasn’t shit that we wanted to see. So we headed to Billy’s favorite parking spot.
Billy and Kate started making out in the front seat. Ellie just wanted to whisper in my ear how much she really loved me as she nibbled on my earlobe. Of course, she expected me to whisper stuff back. There was a little kissing, which picked up after awhile. But the hottest it ever got in that backseat was her putting her hand over my cock, which was still in my pants. Of course, it started to get hard. That’s what horny teenage boys’ cocks do when they’re touched. She gave it a little squeeze of encouragement from time to time as we continued to french. When I finally got impatient and put my hand over hers and forced her to squeeze my growing hard-on, she sat up straight and said she had to get home. And shouldn’t Billy and I be getting rest the night before a swim meet. All I wanted was a simple handjob. Couldn’t she just stroke me till I got off? Even in my pants. I didn’t give a shit. I just thought she owed me that much.
That’s how Billy and I came to be sitting in my room talking by 10:30. It was common for us to go back to my room after a date and just shoot the shit. But, that Friday night, we both knew there was something on our agenda we were talking our way around.
Finally, after a long pause, Billy asked, “Are you going to tell Ellie . . . you know . . . about you . . . I mean being gay, or whatever?”
“Sure,” I said flippantly, responding to a question I didn’t have a clue how to answer. I played the smart ass who couldn’t care less. “I’m gonna go down on one knee like I’m gonna propose to her and then I’ll look into her eyes and say proudly, “Ellie, I’m gay. So, how do you like it?”
We both laughed, but without much enthusiasm.
“So, you talked to Justin?” I said.
“Yeah. I think it helped me understand some stuff.”
“Are we still best friends?” I asked.
“Sure we are. We always will be. But you have to understand that I don’t love you. I don’t understand this gay stuff, but I’m gonna try. Just don’t push me. I really am gonna try. But I’ve got limits. There are things straight guys just can’t do. But after talking to Justin, I realized maybe there are a few things that any two guys – straight guys, I mean – could do together that you might like. Things we never tried.”
“Like what?” I wasn’t sure where this was headed.
“Well, he told me there were things you might like me to do . . . things that maybe I could do to you sometimes.”
I blushed so hard I could feel the heat rising from my face. Justin must have told him about my wanting him to cum on me. Is that where this was headed? Billy thought I wanted him to cum all over me. Shit, my universe was expanding fast. Billy might be willing to cum on me? Oh, my god!
And then Billy looked me in the eye, so warm and caring, and he laid one of his big, hot hands right over my crotch. Well, as I told you before, my cock responds to being touched and that’s exactly what it did.
Billy wasn’t passive like Ellie. He was gently rubbing my cock, stretching it, caressing it through my cargo shorts. Doing a better job than I could have done. It felt great and my growing hard-on proved it. As always, I was going commando, so I could feel his careful touch, his probing, pleasing handling of my . . . Good god, it felt good. He let his index finger trace the flaring edge of my growing, hardening cockhead. He looked down at the obvious excitement he was causing in my pants.
It felt wonderful, especially knowing that it showed how much he cared. Showed how he wanted to make me happy. Showed how far he would go to be my friend.
I let out a little sigh as he started to get his rhythm going on my cock, just shy of rock hard but getting there fast.
“Is this OK?” he asked as he started to unzip my shorts. I didn’t answer. He took that as a yes and soon had his fingers wrapped oh so gently around my eight inches. So my first gay experience was beginning. My best friend had his hand around my throbbing cock, stroking it so seductively. It felt great. I was really going to be gay now, I thought. And before we were through he would be . . . on me? At first I couldn’t even get myself to think the words. But as Billy pumped my cock harder, the image in my mind became clear. Billy would be creaming one of his huge loads on me?
“Billy, I think you better stop. I don’t know if . . .” I wasn’t sure how to say this. I wasn’t too sure what I meant to say. I was sure one of us wasn’t really ready for this. I moved away from Billy and his hand.
I couldn’t believe that my straight best friend was ready after only just finding out that I was gay . . . that he was ready to cum all over me to make me happy. I wasn’t even sure if I was ready. I mean, until Justin told me about it the other night, I didn’t even know that was what gay guys did.
“You don’t like it? Am I doing it wrong?”
“No, it felt great, believe me. It still feels fantastic,” I assured him as we both looked down at my hard-on. “But I need to know, did Justin tell you what I asked him to do to me?”
“No,” Billy said and looked truly puzzled.
“You’re sure . . . sure he didn’t tell you?”
“No,” Billy said again.
I was confused. Not quite sure what was going on . . . what Justin had told Billy. Or what he hadn’t.
I told Billy I thought he . . . or we . . . should stop for now. I also told him how great it was that we were still best friends and how happy I was that he was willing to explore new boundaries for that friendship. I gave him a quick hug and then pulled back. I didn’t want to scare him off. He might be the only friend I had left soon, I thought. Then Justin’s face popped into my mind, but I dismissed it. Justin wasn’t really a friend. He was helping me, because I’d helped him. It was just a form of barter. Not a true friendship. Not like between Billy and me.
After talking awhile, Billy had gone in the bathroom to wash his face or whatever he did in there. I stripped off my clothes a climbed under the sheet, my boner finally softening. Billy came out of the bathroom, turned out the light and sat on the edge of the bed removing his shoes. Then he stretched out on top of the sheets and we both fell asleep. It had happened just like that, so innocently, just like so many nights before.
* * *
I awoke slowly. It was as though I was coming out of a very comforting dream. I felt so good and loved in this dream so much. Of course, I wasn’t dreaming. Billy was slowly stroking my hard morning wood. Beside me with his legs curled under him, he was leaning over just stroking me oh so gently. I couldn’t help but smile my special smile up at him. He looked so serious and intent. He tried to smile back.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said and started gently stroking the hairs on the underside of my balls. I’d never had that done, or thought to do it to myself. I liked it . . . a lot. My dick bounced up in appreciation.
He took a small bottle of baby oil out of the table drawer beside my bed, where I had kept it since we were kids. He drizzled some on my raging hard cock. The cool soft liquid tickled as it dripped down my dick, some of it glistening in my pubes. Now Billy was smiling for real as he took my cock in his hand and spread the oil around, covering my dick from top to bottom. He added a little more oil to my cock and then to my balls.
He used both hands – one to stroke my eight inches and play with my flaring cockhead; one to toy with my balls, which he seemed to like. And I did, too.
When I thought I was starting to get close to cumming, he stopped and asked if it felt good.
I was speechless and just nodded yes.
“Good,” he said and started in again, but with his hands reversed. It was like being jacked off by a completely different person and that seemed to excite my cock even more. He sensed my tenseness and took the thumb and index finger of the hand that was stroking my cock and made a ring of them. Just barely touching my cock and cockhead as he stroked that two-finger ring up and down. The friction was electric. My dick was jumping at the great sensations that surged through it. It was so much better than my own hand jobs. The thrill of it was coursing through my whole body.
I tried to relax and found my hands straying to my chest and nipples, working my hardened nips as my best friend stroked me off.
My stomach muscles tightened and my toes curled. My whole body went tense and Billy started in on some serious stroking. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, or bigger. But as he stroked me masterfully, his fingers slipping and sliding in the oil on my hard manmeat, my cock managed both. I was explosively hard as my cock seemed to keep swelling even more to his touch. I felt my cum rising up in me ready to blast . . .
I was cumming and the volleys were flying everywhere. There were thick white strings of cum in my hair, on my face, on my bed. Everywhere but in my mouth . . . everywhere but where I always shot it. There were five strong blasts of cum. Some of the most powerful cum blasts I had ever had. And then just a few drips of cum trickled down Jess’ fingers, which were still wrapped around my hard cock. Still holding me like I had never been held before. I felt as though my cock could stay hard for the rest of my life. And that would be just great. But, I knew, it was over. Billy had made me cum, helped me cum.
He took his hand away and wiped the cum that was on his fingers onto my abs. I stared at his face as I absentmindedly reached down with a finger and scooped the last pearly drop of cum from my piss slit and put it longingly on my waiting tongue.
“Oh, yeah,” Billy said. “I forgot you like to eat cum. I hope . . . was that OK? What I did? OK?”
I smiled my special smile.
He got up and went into the bathroom, where I could hear him washing his hands . . . for a long time.
Meanwhile, I lay on my bed, my cum turning runny and slipping down my cheek, my side, wherever. I didn’t know what to do, or say, or even think. I felt numb.
I knew Billy had just done a wonderful thing for me and I loved him all the more for it. But I didn’t know much about being gay or what gay guys do. I was lost and so lay there and waited for him to return from the bathroom.
Would he want to cum on me now? Would he want to jerk me off again? Would it be OK if I jacked him off? Maybe jacked him off so he could come on me?
Or would he play with my balls while I came in my mouth?
He was turning off the water.
“Gotta go, Jess,” was all he said.
I propped myself up on my bed and said, “So, how do you like it?”
He gave a half smile and shook his head at my attempt at humor. Then he was gone.
Chapter 6
From Jess’ viewpoint
From Jess’ viewpoint
Our double date was a dud. The four of us -- Billy and a girl he was seeing named Kate, and Ellie and me -- had gotten some fast food first. Then we headed to the movies, not sure what we wanted to see. Sixteen movies showing and there wasn’t shit that we wanted to see. So we headed to Billy’s favorite parking spot.
Billy and Kate started making out in the front seat. Ellie just wanted to whisper in my ear how much she really loved me as she nibbled on my earlobe. Of course, she expected me to whisper stuff back. There was a little kissing, which picked up after awhile. But the hottest it ever got in that backseat was her putting her hand over my cock, which was still in my pants. Of course, it started to get hard. That’s what horny teenage boys’ cocks do when they’re touched. She gave it a little squeeze of encouragement from time to time as we continued to french. When I finally got impatient and put my hand over hers and forced her to squeeze my growing hard-on, she sat up straight and said she had to get home. And shouldn’t Billy and I be getting rest the night before a swim meet. All I wanted was a simple handjob. Couldn’t she just stroke me till I got off? Even in my pants. I didn’t give a shit. I just thought she owed me that much.
That’s how Billy and I came to be sitting in my room talking by 10:30. It was common for us to go back to my room after a date and just shoot the shit. But, that Friday night, we both knew there was something on our agenda we were talking our way around.
Finally, after a long pause, Billy asked, “Are you going to tell Ellie . . . you know . . . about you . . . I mean being gay, or whatever?”
“Sure,” I said flippantly, responding to a question I didn’t have a clue how to answer. I played the smart ass who couldn’t care less. “I’m gonna go down on one knee like I’m gonna propose to her and then I’ll look into her eyes and say proudly, “Ellie, I’m gay. So, how do you like it?”
We both laughed, but without much enthusiasm.
“So, you talked to Justin?” I said.
“Yeah. I think it helped me understand some stuff.”
“Are we still best friends?” I asked.
“Sure we are. We always will be. But you have to understand that I don’t love you. I don’t understand this gay stuff, but I’m gonna try. Just don’t push me. I really am gonna try. But I’ve got limits. There are things straight guys just can’t do. But after talking to Justin, I realized maybe there are a few things that any two guys – straight guys, I mean – could do together that you might like. Things we never tried.”
“Like what?” I wasn’t sure where this was headed.
“Well, he told me there were things you might like me to do . . . things that maybe I could do to you sometimes.”
I blushed so hard I could feel the heat rising from my face. Justin must have told him about my wanting him to cum on me. Is that where this was headed? Billy thought I wanted him to cum all over me. Shit, my universe was expanding fast. Billy might be willing to cum on me? Oh, my god!
And then Billy looked me in the eye, so warm and caring, and he laid one of his big, hot hands right over my crotch. Well, as I told you before, my cock responds to being touched and that’s exactly what it did.
Billy wasn’t passive like Ellie. He was gently rubbing my cock, stretching it, caressing it through my cargo shorts. Doing a better job than I could have done. It felt great and my growing hard-on proved it. As always, I was going commando, so I could feel his careful touch, his probing, pleasing handling of my . . . Good god, it felt good. He let his index finger trace the flaring edge of my growing, hardening cockhead. He looked down at the obvious excitement he was causing in my pants.
It felt wonderful, especially knowing that it showed how much he cared. Showed how he wanted to make me happy. Showed how far he would go to be my friend.
I let out a little sigh as he started to get his rhythm going on my cock, just shy of rock hard but getting there fast.
“Is this OK?” he asked as he started to unzip my shorts. I didn’t answer. He took that as a yes and soon had his fingers wrapped oh so gently around my eight inches. So my first gay experience was beginning. My best friend had his hand around my throbbing cock, stroking it so seductively. It felt great. I was really going to be gay now, I thought. And before we were through he would be . . . on me? At first I couldn’t even get myself to think the words. But as Billy pumped my cock harder, the image in my mind became clear. Billy would be creaming one of his huge loads on me?
“Billy, I think you better stop. I don’t know if . . .” I wasn’t sure how to say this. I wasn’t too sure what I meant to say. I was sure one of us wasn’t really ready for this. I moved away from Billy and his hand.
I couldn’t believe that my straight best friend was ready after only just finding out that I was gay . . . that he was ready to cum all over me to make me happy. I wasn’t even sure if I was ready. I mean, until Justin told me about it the other night, I didn’t even know that was what gay guys did.
“You don’t like it? Am I doing it wrong?”
“No, it felt great, believe me. It still feels fantastic,” I assured him as we both looked down at my hard-on. “But I need to know, did Justin tell you what I asked him to do to me?”
“No,” Billy said and looked truly puzzled.
“You’re sure . . . sure he didn’t tell you?”
“No,” Billy said again.
I was confused. Not quite sure what was going on . . . what Justin had told Billy. Or what he hadn’t.
I told Billy I thought he . . . or we . . . should stop for now. I also told him how great it was that we were still best friends and how happy I was that he was willing to explore new boundaries for that friendship. I gave him a quick hug and then pulled back. I didn’t want to scare him off. He might be the only friend I had left soon, I thought. Then Justin’s face popped into my mind, but I dismissed it. Justin wasn’t really a friend. He was helping me, because I’d helped him. It was just a form of barter. Not a true friendship. Not like between Billy and me.
After talking awhile, Billy had gone in the bathroom to wash his face or whatever he did in there. I stripped off my clothes a climbed under the sheet, my boner finally softening. Billy came out of the bathroom, turned out the light and sat on the edge of the bed removing his shoes. Then he stretched out on top of the sheets and we both fell asleep. It had happened just like that, so innocently, just like so many nights before.
* * *
I awoke slowly. It was as though I was coming out of a very comforting dream. I felt so good and loved in this dream so much. Of course, I wasn’t dreaming. Billy was slowly stroking my hard morning wood. Beside me with his legs curled under him, he was leaning over just stroking me oh so gently. I couldn’t help but smile my special smile up at him. He looked so serious and intent. He tried to smile back.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said and started gently stroking the hairs on the underside of my balls. I’d never had that done, or thought to do it to myself. I liked it . . . a lot. My dick bounced up in appreciation.
He took a small bottle of baby oil out of the table drawer beside my bed, where I had kept it since we were kids. He drizzled some on my raging hard cock. The cool soft liquid tickled as it dripped down my dick, some of it glistening in my pubes. Now Billy was smiling for real as he took my cock in his hand and spread the oil around, covering my dick from top to bottom. He added a little more oil to my cock and then to my balls.
He used both hands – one to stroke my eight inches and play with my flaring cockhead; one to toy with my balls, which he seemed to like. And I did, too.
When I thought I was starting to get close to cumming, he stopped and asked if it felt good.
I was speechless and just nodded yes.
“Good,” he said and started in again, but with his hands reversed. It was like being jacked off by a completely different person and that seemed to excite my cock even more. He sensed my tenseness and took the thumb and index finger of the hand that was stroking my cock and made a ring of them. Just barely touching my cock and cockhead as he stroked that two-finger ring up and down. The friction was electric. My dick was jumping at the great sensations that surged through it. It was so much better than my own hand jobs. The thrill of it was coursing through my whole body.
I tried to relax and found my hands straying to my chest and nipples, working my hardened nips as my best friend stroked me off.
My stomach muscles tightened and my toes curled. My whole body went tense and Billy started in on some serious stroking. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, or bigger. But as he stroked me masterfully, his fingers slipping and sliding in the oil on my hard manmeat, my cock managed both. I was explosively hard as my cock seemed to keep swelling even more to his touch. I felt my cum rising up in me ready to blast . . .
I was cumming and the volleys were flying everywhere. There were thick white strings of cum in my hair, on my face, on my bed. Everywhere but in my mouth . . . everywhere but where I always shot it. There were five strong blasts of cum. Some of the most powerful cum blasts I had ever had. And then just a few drips of cum trickled down Jess’ fingers, which were still wrapped around my hard cock. Still holding me like I had never been held before. I felt as though my cock could stay hard for the rest of my life. And that would be just great. But, I knew, it was over. Billy had made me cum, helped me cum.
He took his hand away and wiped the cum that was on his fingers onto my abs. I stared at his face as I absentmindedly reached down with a finger and scooped the last pearly drop of cum from my piss slit and put it longingly on my waiting tongue.
“Oh, yeah,” Billy said. “I forgot you like to eat cum. I hope . . . was that OK? What I did? OK?”
I smiled my special smile.
He got up and went into the bathroom, where I could hear him washing his hands . . . for a long time.
Meanwhile, I lay on my bed, my cum turning runny and slipping down my cheek, my side, wherever. I didn’t know what to do, or say, or even think. I felt numb.
I knew Billy had just done a wonderful thing for me and I loved him all the more for it. But I didn’t know much about being gay or what gay guys do. I was lost and so lay there and waited for him to return from the bathroom.
Would he want to cum on me now? Would he want to jerk me off again? Would it be OK if I jacked him off? Maybe jacked him off so he could come on me?
Or would he play with my balls while I came in my mouth?
He was turning off the water.
“Gotta go, Jess,” was all he said.
I propped myself up on my bed and said, “So, how do you like it?”
He gave a half smile and shook his head at my attempt at humor. Then he was gone.
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Wow!! This is great, Thanks HR., Excellent, descriptive chapter.
Look forward to the next!!
Harry
Wow!! This is great, Thanks HR., Excellent, descriptive chapter.
Look forward to the next!!
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Oooops! These things happen in even the best of families.
I think you meant to say Billy's hand instead of Jess' hand but if its correct the way it is then I suppose I must have missed something or missunderstood something.
Oooops! These things happen in even the best of families.
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Good catch, Chris!
I didn't notice that and those were my fingers wrapped around Jess' cock. I was just wondering, are you reading our story with one hand or two?
I think you meant to say Billy's hand instead of Jess' hand but if its correct the way it is then I suppose I must have missed something or missunderstood something. But still, it is another great chapter!
Good catch, Chris!
I didn't notice that and those were my fingers wrapped around Jess' cock. I was just wondering, are you reading our story with one hand or two?
