Re: I Thought I Knew
Normally I try to answer the most recent comments before I post the latest part of this project. But it looks like Billy pretty much beat me to it. He did, indeed, ask me to write this first chapter in a way that guys reading it might share in the frustration of not getting what they had come/cum to expect. This snippet from an email he wrote me: "Let them no what its like to miss getting fucked. I wanted it so bad and what did I get. nothing."
That's why the double cliffhanger and all the frustration in your pants. But it's time to move on now. Aren't you grateful?
As for Lone Wolf, I want to say how glad I am you found our project. Even if it was through the regrettable actions of a JUB member. And to the rest of you, I recommend you go to nifty and read his own wonderful story.
And now what you have hopefully all been waiting for:
I Thought I Knew -- Book Two
The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 1 -- Part III
From Billy's viewpoint
Only a second earlier, I was certain that I knew what I wanted. I wanted what Todd wanted. I was pretty fucking sure that he was ready to slide or shove or cram his beautiful, hard cock deep into my ready and waiting ass. I didn't care how he did it. As long as he did it. With his thick, hot cock. Stretching my asshole. Rubbing against that special spot deep inside me that made me so fucking crazy with sex. Thrusting in and out of me as he pinned me beneath him. I’d be watching the lust in his eyes as he fucked me. And fucked me again.
I thought I knew that I wanted him deep in me. Deep. Where it would make both of us so fucking happy. My asshole was itching and twitching for that hard cock to start poking and probing. Ready for it to push its way in.
I hadn’t had Justin’s cock in my ass since . . . I heard Justin groan again. And even as I agonized over what that meant to me . . . Justin near blowing his load down someone else’s throat. His warm, creamy cum pulsing into some other guy’s mouth. Sharing his cum with someone other than me. . . . Even as those thoughts and worries rushed through my mind, Todd’s voice came. So sexy. So close to my ear. His warm breath against my neck. So intoxicating. His words even more so. “Can I fuck you? Please.”
I didn’t answer. Frozen in that moment. Sexual frenzy all around me. Even in me. I couldn’t act. I couldn’t even move.
“It would make me so happy if you said yes,” Todd all but pleaded.
I wanted this so much. I could feel his aching, throbbing cock pressed against my thigh. Its hard warmth. Its power. Its need. His hips involuntarily thrusting ever so slightly. He kissed my ear. His tongue trailing around inside it.
My body shuddered with the sensations. My cock was ready to burst. My head near exploding.
“I can’t.” I said to Todd, but way too loud. It was more like I was announcing it to a room full of people. I guess, in a way, I was.
Everything came to a stop. Justin stopped thrusting and moaning. He stood in front of Phil and slowly started to ease his rock hard cock out from between Phil’s lips. Lips still closed around my boyfriend’s cock. As Justin’s cock popped free, Phil took it into his hand. I could see it clearly. Justin’s hard cock. Still covered in spittle. In Phil’s hand. Its need for relief far too obvious.
Justin’s cock remained only inches from Phil’s mouth. Phil’s lips. Lips swollen by his recent sucking. Phil licked those lips as though savoring the last tastes of Justin’s cock. His pre-cum. His very manhood. And then he just stared at me as though he was frozen in time. As though sucking my boyfriend’s cock was the most natural thing of all.
Todd was frozen, too. Still draped across me. His hard cock still pinned against my thigh. He waited. For what I’m not sure. I didn’t know what would happen next. It felt like I had just announced it was time for everyone to go home. Like I’d turned up the lights at the end of the prom.
Todd finally shifted his weight as though to lift himself off of me. As he did, I felt a fresh surge of pre-cum flow from my cockhead. He must have felt it, too. He flashed me a killer smile and started to laugh ever so lightly as he asked, “Did you just cum on me?”
I had to laugh in return and then assured him it was only pre-cum. A lot of pre-cum. “When I cum, you’ll know it,” I said smugly.
“You’re one juicy guy, aren’t you?” he said as he lifted himself up and off of me. He reached down and put his fingers in the puddle of pre-cum I had just created above my own navel. He looked at it. Smelled it. Tasted it. And then announced, as though he were announcing the winner of some contest, “It’s pre-jizz alright. And damn good, too. Grade A, I’d say.”
Suddenly the tension left the group. We were all laughing and smiling. I sat up and Todd sat beside me on the sectional. To my surprise, Justin flopped himself down beside Todd, Then Phil got off his knees and sat beside Justin.
We were now sitting so close it was a little awkward knowing just where to put our arms. My left arm was sort of trapped between Todd and me. His right arm trapped beside mine. It was the only thing that seemed uncomfortable as we sat on that sexy leather sectional together. Naked and laughing. Completely at ease again.
At last Todd could take it no longer and he wriggled his shoulders, freeing his arms. He let his right hand fall naturally, which placed it in my crotch. Right against my cock. My hard cock. Still aching to cum. Still gooey and wet with pre-cum. And still very unsatisfied.
“Go for it if you want,” I said smiling at Todd. “We’re not prudes. We just have some limits that we’ve set for ourselves. There’s some stuff we only do together. Alone. But playing with my cock is OK by me.”
He nodded and took my cock in his hand. It felt so good and I pressed my body gently against his as he began to toy with it. Stroking my shaft. Running his index finger over my helmet. Teasing my cock lips. “I understand if guys have rules,” he said looking me straight in the eyes, all but ignoring the fact that he was making my cock feel so good.
As Todd played with my cock, Justin seemed compelled to explain to Phil and Todd all the shit we could do. Probably would do. He seemed quite anxious to make sure that they realized we could have a lot of fun. This little outing didn’t have to come to an abrupt ending. I wish he had seemed more anxious to take the action home. Do it with me. The way we used to. I wished he was jealous that it was Todd who was keeping me so hard. So turned on. But he wasn’t. Instead he was laying out the ground rules for all the sex we could have.
While that hurt a bit, I knew in my heart that I wanted more action here tonight, too. And if history had taught me anything, it was that when things were right between Justin and me, we could have it both ways. Play with our friends and then spend the rest of the night fucking our brains out together and alone. We’d proved that time and again.
“Cool,” Phil said when Justin finally shut up. “Then maybe this would be a good time to show my art project. After all, that is why we’re here. Right?”
All four of us suddenly were standing. Todd’s hand still wrapped rather awkwardly around my big old hard-on. I wasn’t complaining. I just wasn’t quite sure how to proceed.
Then Phil started toward one of the rooms we had not seen. I’d assumed it was a den, or maybe a bedroom, opening as it did off the back of the living room. As the rest of us started to follow him, Todd finally gave my cock a gentle squeeze and let it go. “You’ve got a great cock,” he whispered as we headed off behind Phil and Justin.
“Thanks,” I said and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. It was nice that he thought so. Usually after guys had seen Justin’s nine inches hard, they didn’t talk much about my meat.
When Phil opened the door to the room where we were headed, I saw immediately it was a magnificent bedroom with an incredibly huge bed. The headboard looked like it had been hand-carved, with wild scenes of wrestling naked men. Some of them hard. Animals. And demons. I couldn’t really take it all in, but was immediately in awe of it.
Phil led us to a large desk. Completely utilitarian and looking so out of place in this room with its magnificent bed at the far end. Its elaborate lamps. Its lush looking curtains.
But here before us was a bare table. Metal file cabinets. Looking for all the world like an office you might see anywhere. Phil was opening a wide shallow drawer beside the table and removing a large folder kind of thing. Like Justin kept some of his drawings in.
“OK, guys,” Phil said, setting the folder on the table and looking at us. “My project is to photograph guys just as they release, or as their release strikes its target.” He made it sound so precise. Like he was reading it word for word from something. I wasn’t sure what he was about to show us. That was all the intro he gave.
Then he started to lay out the most incredible photographs I had ever seen. All very much alike. All very different. The first showed a beautiful cock. I was sure it was Todd’s. The picture must have been taken at the very moment he shot an enormous amount of cum. I guess Phil would say “released” an enormous amount of cum. Such a fucking load! A long broken string of pearly liquid balls. Trailed by long strings of creamy goo. All that cum suspended in mid air even as it was still leaving the cock’s lips.
The cum captured the light and glistened. Showing its uneven nature. Thick and stringy. And creamy. The cock showing the tension of the moment. So completely hard. So purposeful in its triumphant arc. Rigid and taut beyond belief. Casting a shadow across perfects abs. Amazing abs. Those shadowed abs such a wonderful backdrop to a wonderful picture.
It was the most amazing picture of a guy cumming I’d ever seen. Incredibly erotic and sexy. Completely beautiful and artistic. The color. The light. The beauty of the cock and abs of the model. The complexity of the cum itself. In flight. The pleasure it must have given Todd as it erupted into freedom.
I just stared at the photo. And then looked down at the real-life cock beside me. Hard and proud. I could not resist touching it. Feeling how alive it was.
“That’s you?” I asked him quietly as Justin chatted with Phil about something technical, of course.
“They’re all of me. At least in this series,” Todd said. And with that Phil started to lay out the rest of the 10 or so photos. Each of Todd cumming. Or of Todd’s cum. As it emerged forcefully from his cock lips. In flight over his abs and chest. Splattering. Those pictures of his cum splattering against his flesh were amazing in their clarity. Detail. Symmetry. Beauty.
I could have looked at them forever, particularly with Todd standing behind me. His hard, proud cock rubbing slowly and gently against my naked butt. I eased my ass muscles so he could nestle his cock between my ass cheeks. And he obliged. As everyone’s gaze was focused on the photos.
Phil described the technical aspects of his projects in a way only Justin could appreciate. Much to my surprise, as Phil talked Justin took my cock in his hand and began to gently stroke it. Just as he had so often in his casual way. Whether he realized or even cared that Todd was holding my hips and edging his cock against my asshole, I didn’t have a clue. And didn’t give a fuck at that moment.
After due praise had been lavished on the special art project, Todd stepped back. I heard his cock pull free from my tightened ass cheeks and smack against his abs. I wondered if anyone but Todd and me noticed. No one said anything.
Soon Todd was telling us about the bed and its origins in South America and how he and Phil had created this photo studio. I now saw the intricate lighting system above the bed. This was where the photos were shot. Probably not too long ago.
And with that piece of information presented, Todd languidly stretched his naked, hard, muscled body across the pristine white sheets and invited us all to join him.
We did. Without a word. Without a question. Four hot, horny guys. Already hard. Already primed.
I began by kissing Todd. My tongue deeply probing his mouth as his tongue probed mine. His mouth tasted almost sweet with its surprising freshness. Our bodies were soon writhing against each other like powerful snakes. Wild and uncontrollable. My senses were running wild and uncontrollable, too.
And then I was kissing Justin as deeply and passionately as I had been kissing Todd. But my body continued to play against Todd’s. Sliding against his smooth flesh. Feeling his hardened cock. Smelling his intoxicating scent. And all the time kissing Justin, whose body was equally entangled with Phil’s.
Hands roamed. Tongues probed. Bodies so intertwined it was hard to know whose was whose, as though it even mattered. All I knew was if this went on much longer, we’d all be covered in cum. My cum if no one else’s.
“I need a break. To slow down. I don’t want to cum. Not yet,” I said to everyone and yet to no one. I didn’t know or care who was licking my cock. Or rubbing my ass. Or nuzzling my neck. I didn’t even know for sure whether my hand was wrapped around Todd’s cock or Phil’s. I looked down to see, but couldn’t see. And then realized I didn’t even care.
“I need a break, too,” Todd said. “I’d love to do this all night long. But I think I’m as close at Billy.”
I felt euphoric, even with the action stopped. Even as Phil handed me and Justin and Todd each a fresh, cold beer he’d miraculously produced from somewhere. We propped ourselves up enough to drink. We murmur things like, “Fantastic.” “Great.” “Fucking fabulous.” All of this to no one in particular. Just words floating from our mouths. Capturing the feel of the moment.
After a few minutes and the rest of our beer, Phil said, “I know you guys don’t fuck in front of other guys, but do you mind if we do. We rather like an audience. And we’d kind of planned to. Planned to fuck for you . . . if not with you, that is”
Hearing no objections, Phil was soon on all fours in the center of the bed. His ass up in the air pointing at Todd. And at Todd’s perfect cock, which it seemed had been hard and ready forever. Todd bent down to start rimming Phil’s asshole. Then stopped. He looked first at Justin. Then at me as we sat with our backs against the headboard, our hands on each other’s cocks. Stroking and feeling so fucking hot.
“I know you don’t fuck, but maybe one of you would like to do the honors of warming up my friend’s hole,” Todd said.
Justin didn’t need to be asked twice. In a flash he had all but pushed Todd aside and his face and tongue were buried deep in Phil’s ass. I could hear the wet sounds of his slurping, sucking, probing. Fucking hot to hear. Hotter to see.
I couldn’t stand just watching. Within less than a minute I had positioned myself between Justin’s legs sucking his cock as he ate Phil ass. Licking up and down Justin’s hard, warm, familiar cock. I loved this cock. I wanted it fucking me, I thought as I took it halfway down my throat. Justin loved this. He was eating out Phil’s asshole and fucking my throat with ease and enthusiasm. His pubes brushing against my nose. His balls slapping my chin. The aroma of his crotch turning me on so. I was drooling all over. Overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. My enthusiasm. The sex. Beautiful sex. Right in my face. And mouth.
Todd, not to be left out, was soon sucking on my cock. His warm lips. His wet smooth tongue. His suctioning mouth. I felt him sucking me in deeper and deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. I was judging each thrust. Each time I was sure Todd was engulfing more and more of my solid eight-incher. I wanted to fuck his face forever. He was deep-throating me in a way that rivaled Justin’s amazing mouth.
Justin! I had become so distracted by Todd working on my cock, I had all but forgotten I was supposed to be sucking my boyfriend’s cock, too. Justin hadn’t seemed to notice, but I did my best to renew my efforts. It wasn’t easy. Too many sensations. Too much stimulation. Too many people to please.
I was almost relieved when Phil soon said in a voice that sounded incredibly determined, “I want a cock up my ass! Now!!!”
As quick as we could, Justin and I cleared out of the way. Todd, stroking his ever-hard cock, moved into position behind Phil.
“Give me some of your lube?” Todd said me, reaching down for as much of my pre-jizz as he could get in a single swipe at my cockhead. He rubbed it up and down his own cock and then ordered me to “Spit on it.”
There was this incredibly beautiful man, holding his damn near perfect fucking cock, asking me to lube it with my pre-jizz and spit. I let a big juicy wad of saliva drip from my lips right onto his hard waiting cock. He took his hand away and mine replaced it. Spreading my pre-jizz and spit up and down his cock. From tip to balls. I let my fingers ripple over the flange of his cockhead. Let my little finger stroke across his ball sac. Let my palm enjoy the warmth of this solid slab of Todd meat.
“You want to guide me in?” he asked me. I looked at Justin and he made a face that said, if you want to, go for it.
Todd’s cock was so hot to the touch. Wet with my saliva and pre-jizz. Quivering in my hand in anticipation of the fuck to come. I bent down and spit into Phil’s waiting asshole for good measure and then stuck a couple fingers in to make sure it was good and loose.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready,” Phil said. And with that, as Todd moved his hips closer to Phil, I directed his cock straight into Phil’s waiting hole. Like driving a spear into the bulls eye. Todd froze in place as his cockhead popped through Phil’s eager sphincter.
“Oh, yeah. Fuck that feels so good. You love it, don’t you Phil? Love having my cock in your ass while these guys watch. It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Todd was a talker. I’d never known a guy who fucked and talked like this.
Phil just grunted or murmured his agreement. And appreciation.
My hand was still on Todd’s cock. And Todd’s cock was now bigger, thicker, hotter than before.
“Let’s stick it in again,” Todd said, apparently to me. So I pulled his cock out and pushed it right back in. It went in so easily. “Spit on it again.” I did.
“Now I’m gonna fuck his brains out,” Todd said and I quick took my hand away as Todd began to pound Phil’s ass. Not so much fast. But hard. Pulling out. Waiting. Ramming his eight inches home again.
I’d never seen a guy getting fucked before. Not in real life right in front of me like this. Sure I’d seen DVDs and computer porn. But this was right in front of me where I could see Todd’s face. Put my face right up to Phil’s ass. Smell their sex. Hear their sex. All but taste their sex. And if I’d asked . . .
Of course, I’d seen Justin fuck Jess. But that was different. That was . . . completely different. This was like a fuck show. Like a fuck party.
“Can you guys see alright?” Todd asked in a voice completely different than his fuck voice. It was full of concern for us and our enjoyment. Not the raw lust of a few second before. “I’ll flip him over so you can get a better view.”
Todd was stronger than I might have guessed. He pulled his cock out and appeared to effortlessly flip Phil onto his back in a single motion. Phil put his legs over Todd’s shoulders and soon Todd was fucking him again. And the raw talk resumed.
It was so hot watching these beautiful guys as they moved in perfect harmony. Better than any video. Better than the best DVD. They made fucking seem almost effortless. And I’d fucked and knew it was great fun, but took some effort to do it right. And, fuck, they were obviously doing it right.
Todd continued to talk dirty. Phil mostly groaned in pleasure as he forced his ass harder and harder against Todd’s cock. Burying it deeper. And deeper.
As I watched, I realized I was jerking myself as fast and hard as Todd’s was thrusting his cock into Phil’s ass. Justin was too. Both of us kneeling along side Phil’s sweating, writhing, naked torso. I could smell the sex rising off his hot body.
“Let me suck your balls,” Phil said to Justin, shaking me from a dreamlike trance I’d fallen into as I watched this incredible fuck show.
Phil’s wish was Justin’s command. Justin knelt with a knee on either side of Phil’s head and lowered his nuts into Phil’s mouth. It must have been a great place to watch Todd fucking him.
And what pleasure for Phil. Balls in his mouth. Cock up his ass.
“Then I’ll take Billy’s big cock down my throat,” Todd said. And I moved into position to oblige. Immediately, Todd completely engulfed my cock with his mouth, taking it down his throat so swiftly I thought he’d choke. And I’d cum. But neither of us did. Todd just went right on fucking and sucking like a pro.
If I turned my head, I could see Todd fucking Phil. Or Todd sucking my cock. Or Phil sucking my boyfriend’s nuts. But my mind was reeling. I couldn’t process it all. As much fucking sex as was going on, there should have been more pleasure. More sensation. I should have been on the edge of the biggest fucking orgasm I ever had.
Then as though Todd had somehow understood my body and mind were being overwhelmed by it all, he slowed the action.
It was like he was fucking Phil in slow motion, but with all the force. All the intensity. All the determination of before. Only now it was at a pace that I could watch. And feel. And appreciate. I could see their fucking right in front of me. Right with me.
And my cock was suddenly more aware of the blowjob I was getting from him. I could watch this beautiful man fuck as he sucked me. My long hot cock sliding between those lips. His tongue playing across my sensitive cockhead. His cheeks sucked in trying to vacuum a huge load from my aching nuts. I could even see the drops of sweat forming on his forehead.
And there was my Justin, too. The biggest cock of all being stroked by his own expert hands. Tossing his head back and forth in ecstasy as his nuts went in and out of Phil’s hungry mouth. Lashed by Phil’s tongue. Sucked between his lips.
The four of us. In rhythm. An amazing sex machine at work. In perfect harmony. Perfect pleasure.
All I lacked was a cock in my mouth. And another up my ass. But this wasn’t too fucking bad for starters.
Then Todd started to moan. I could feel him tense up as he continued to suck my cock. He made a gurgling sound around my shaft. I knew he was about to explode into Phil’s ass. A second later, he plowed his cock so deep in Phil I thought he’d tear his asshole apart. I could smell Todd’s cum as he continued to unload into Phil’s ass. I could see cum dripping from Phil’s asshole.
Todd released my cock from his mouth. I knelt beside him. He too my hard-on in one hand, jacking it as he leaned in and kissed me. Deeply.
That was it. With Todd’s hand jerking my cock and his tongue down my throat, I felt my nuts tighten. My breath caught in my throat. That amazing ache in my balls started to move up my cock. I felt warm all over and sensed my cock expanding. Throb. Ahhhh! Release! My cum was flowing over Todd’s pistoning fist. I couldn’t see it, but I could tell it was one of my bigger loads.
“God fucking damn you cum a lot!” Todd said as he pulled away from our kiss and looked down at my rigid cock. Cum flowing a river over his hand and onto Phil’s abs. Such a load of cum. Todd seemed thrilled I came so much. “Fucking cum machine,” he said. And that made me cum even more.
As he started to look up at me, Justin let rip with a load of cum, hitting Todd square in the chest. And neck. And face. Volley after volley. I know he was aiming it at Todd. Justin can aim his cock pretty damn good. Seven or eight powerful shots of cum. I loved watching it splatter against Todd, even as he continued to pump my cock.
The sensitivity in my own cockhead as Todd continued to jack it was almost too much. I wanted Todd to stop. I needed him to stop. But I didn’t tell him. It hurt bad,. And felt so good. And hurt. Eventually, he slowed, but he didn’t stop.
When I looked down again, I could see that somewhere in the midst of all this cumming, Phil had cum, too. Without a whimper. Not a sound. But a clear string of his pearly thick jizz stretched from his now limp cock up almost to his throat. Justin saw it, too, and couldn’t resist a taste.
“Holy fuck,” I said and started laughing. We collapsed into a pile on the bed. Our warm, slick cum making it easy to slide and slither against each other as we kissed and played and eased our way down from the sexual frenzy that was just ending.
“That was great, guys,” Phil said, his head resting on Justin’s abs, His face smeared with who knows whose cum. “My god, Justin, you can really shoot. I need to photograph you. You’re amazing.” He reached down and squeezed Justin’s semi-hard dick.
“I’d love that. Anytime,” Justin said.
Even though I had felt euphoric only a moment earlier in the aftermath of such amazing sex, I was suddenly overcome by that spasm of doubt and fear again. And I felt chilled. Justin seemed too ready. Too willing. Too anxious to please Phil. Taste Phil. Offer up his body to Phil.
Pictures? He was terrified to be photographed in any compromising way. And now he’s saying, “Anytime.”
Before I could say a word, Todd was kissing me, his breath heavy with the smell and taste of cum. Justin’s cum. My cum. Phil’s cum, too probably. I wanted to kiss him back, but this was once again becoming too much for me.
“You liked that didn’t you? Nothing’s wrong, is it,” Todd whispered between kisses. With that, I let myself go and kissed him back. Hard. Passionately. And with purpose and intent.
He wanted me. I wanted him.
Let Justin pose for pictures. I wasn’t going to be satisfied with a blowjob and a kiss much longer. I knew I wanted more than this.
And I was going to get it. From Justin. Or from Todd.
To be continued . . .
I hope you all feel better now. I'll be back with Chapter Two as soon as I can get it all together. Until then, stay happy. And stay hard!
But Jess is a great guy. A better best bud than I deserve. But through all of it, we're still, best buds, aren't we Jess! 
and no action 
too bad. 
I wanted you to know that I asked hr to write it in a way that would leave you guys as unsatisfied as I was feeling back then. I think from your comment that he did a pretty fucking good job.
and i've become a huge fan of this story...i've even bookmared it on my bookmark bar so i can easily open the pages..lol
