Chapter 11
From Billy's viewpoint
I let myself sleep late Saturday morning. By the time I got moving, I really had to hustle to get to school for the swim meet. That meant I had to choose between getting something to eat and beating off. That's how little time I had. Stupid me, I picked food.
I always jerk myself off the morning of a meet. Fuck, I get myself off every morning, but especially on swim meet mornings. The coach gets real bent out of fucking shape if a guy's sporting wood during a meet. You know, in our uniform Speedos there's not a lot of extra room.
The coach had told us a thousand times, "It an swim M-E-E-T. Not M-E-A-T. I don't want you guys out there parading around with your privates not lookin' so private."
I figured jacking off the morning of a meet was a good precautionary move. And I always enjoyed it, too.
But not that day.
When I got in the locker room and slipped into my Speedo, I knew immediately I was gonna be in trouble. The lining in the crotch caressed my balls and the underside of my cock like an old friend. The tingling sensation in my nuts started immediately, sending messages straight to my cockhead. I tried frantically to think where and how I could toss a quick load, but there just wasn't anywhere to turn.
I tried not to think about it, which helped a little, but my problem was pretty obvious to anyone who took even a casual glance my way. Fortunately, the cool water in the pool soon helped to cool things down in my cock department. I thought I'd probably escape with no major embarrassment.
Then just before my second race, I was looking around to see who was in the stands. There was Justin. Staring straight at me, or, more accurately, straight at my crotch. Nothing subtle about it. He noticed me looking his way and smiled. My cock jumped.
I quickly looked away, trying frantically to see where Jess was. He was talking to coach and fortunately hadn't noticed. He was oblivious to Justin, the look, or even my crotch, which was now a growing problem. And I couldn't get my mind off of it.
You probably don't need for me to describe in too much detail what a horny, 18-year-old's cock looks like when it is stretching out toward its full eight-inch length. It's hard to keep it confined inside a Speedo that can only cover about half of it. I turned away from Justin and went to get some water. I needed to cool down and get my head together. My race was coming up next.
As I was getting a sip of water, the coach called me over. I tried to look casual holding a towel in front of my crotch as coach gave me the usual talk. Gotta win this one. It's important. Better than last week. Stay focused. Blah, blah, blah. He didn't mention my all too obvious boner.
It was almost time to take my starting position. I caught a glimpse of Justin from the corner of my eye. He was standing up in the mostly-seated crowd. Again he starred right at my crotch. When he saw me looking his way, he reached down with one hand, cupped his cock and balls and casually played with them for a moment. He was wearing the jeans. My old jeans. Maybe it was my imagination, but I was sure I could see the cum stains on the crotch. Our cum stains. Justin's and mine.
Justin was standing there rubbing his crotch through the jeans I had personally soaked with a huge amount of my boy cum. As I watched Justin put on his show, my raging cock was all but freeing itself from the fabric of my tiny Speedo. Before things could get any worse, I dove in the pool.
"I really fucked up today," I said to Jess as we walked into the locker room after the meet. Jess had finished second in two important races and helped a relay team to a first. My performance was even worse than the week before.
"What happened to you before your second race? Why'd you dive into the pool?" Jess asked.
"I just lost it. I don't know," I lied.
"I saw Justin in the stands," Jess said, appearing to change the subject as he stripped off his suit, ready to hit the showers. I was still having trouble controlling my horny dick and couldn't help checking out Jess' cock. His was limp, but just the mention of Justin had caused my cock to stir. So I sat on the bench by my locker trying to conceal my all-to-obvious hard-on.
"I bet he'll try to talk to me when I leave," Jess said as he wrapped his towel around his waist and started toward the showers. "Remember, we've gotta just ignore the guy. It's working."
What the fuck was he talking about? He thinks "it's working." What's working? And what makes Jess so sure Justin wants to talk to him? I didn't say a word.
I guess I was expecting Justin to approach me outside the locker room after the meet, like he did before. Had he ever trolled for Jess after a meet? Suddenly I was really confused and I didn't even know why the fuck I cared who Justin was trolling for. Sure he gives a great handjob, but . . .
But what, I thought. But what the fuck?
When Justin had grabbed his cum-stained crotch earlier, I had just assumed it was meant as an invitation. To me. To come see him. An invitation to break the silence. To talk. To get things back to where they had been. Wherever the fuck that was. I was so confused.
I hung around the locker room awhile, talking to the guys. Apologizing for my shitty performance. Everyone was really nice about it. Jess reminded me as he headed out that I could come hang out at his house after my date that night. I hadn't told him I'd broken my date with Kate. She'd been such a bitch all week.
When I left the gym, I sort of expected Justin to be waiting somewhere nearby. But I didn't see him. Maybe he'd given up, or thought he'd missed me. Or maybe he had never been there to see me in the first place. Maybe I was imagining that he'd come to the meet to see me. To deliver his message.
I drove around awhile, not wanting to go home. Not sure if I was expected at Justin's. After an hour, I drove to his house.
His mom said he'd told her I might come by and that he was up in his room studying. "Go on up," she said.
I knocked and heard him say, "Come on in."
He was sitting bare-ass naked in front of his computer looking at pictures of guys sucking each other off. His cock looked enormous -- fuck it was enormous - jutting from his lap. I couldn't help but stare. The rim of his cockhead was flared and his piss lips were swollen. It was obvious he was pretty worked up over his "studying."
"Come on in," he said again, looking away from me and back at his computer. On the screen there was a picture of a really cute blond surfer kid with a humongous cock in his mouth and cum running down his chin. As though that weren't enough, the surfer had a thick streak of his own cum right up the center of his nicely muscled chest. It was obvious the cum decorating his chest had just shot out of his own oversized cock, which he held firmly in both hands. It was a lot for me to take in.
"Nice picture. I love that you can see both of their cum shots," Justin said as though he were talking about some normal picture.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" was the best I could come up with.
"Nothing important. I've just been so fucking horny all week. It seems no one wanted to even return my calls."
He clicked his computer off and swiveled to face me. His cock still rigid and so fucking long. I realized for the first time how well formed it was, with its purple vein snaking up it. The smooth flaring cockhead. The nuts, so symmetrical as they hung beneath his really nice piece of equipment. I was impressed. A nice package for any guy to have.
Pre-cum was oozing from the tip of Justin's cock. He swiped a finger across the tip and tasted it.
"I hoped you might come," he said. "I really hoped you would, but after this week of giving me the cold shoulder, I didn't know what to expect. Is it you, or is it Jess? Or both of you? Have I done something to hurt either one of you? I really thought I was helping and had hoped we could be friends."
With that start, a very lengthy conversation began. I explained about Jess' edict not to see him. I told him I thought it was as much about jealousy as really believing Justin had done something intentionally wrong.
Everything Justin said that day convinced me of what I had come to suspect all week. He wasn't the bad guy in all of this. Maybe no one was. It was just that Jess' coming out and his insisting that he loved me had really fucked up our relationship.
We'd done an OK job of piecing it back together to get through a single week, but it had required a lot of pretending. Part of that pretending was that Justin didn't even exist. That he hadn't given me a handjob, or Jess a blowjob. That Jess and I were best friends with nothing sexual between us. That life could go on as it always had.
I explained all of this and more to Justin. Throughout my telling, he had slowly but steadily stroked that huge cock of his. I was fascinated by it. It was like watching a snake charmer or some shit like that.
"So then, why are you here?" Justin finally asked, for the first time leaving his rock hard nine-incher alone.
"I don't know. I thought you sort of were inviting me by coming to the meet and I've felt shitty ignoring you this week. You've taught me a lot and I think you really tried to help me . . . me and Jess."
"And that's all?" Justin asked, finally standing and turning away from me, leaving me a view of his incredibly tight butt. What did this guy do to stay in such shape?
"No. I've thought about this all week and there is something more."
"Really?" Justin said, looking at his face in the mirror over his dresser. His unblemished butt cheeks were amazing, with their perfect tan line. How did he have such a good tan this time of year?
I was lost in my admiration of Justin's ass and gently massaging my cock through my jeans. The pair Justin had given me.
"So there is something more? Are you going to tell me?" Justin asked, interrupting my thoughts on his hard butt.
"I just really enjoy being here with you. It's kind of how things used to be with Jess. Relaxed. We could say whatever we wanted. Or not say fucking shit at all. We got each other. Or I thought we did. With you there isn't anything hidden. I think Jess is all wrong about that. You are fucking what you are."
"Thanks," Justin said as he turned back to face me. "Thanks. That means a lot to me. So what do you want to do today? You're probably tired from the meet and all. We can just hang out. Listen to some tunes. Watch TV."
"Well, there is one thing I want to do," I said. "You may have noticed my boner at the meet today. Well, I didn't get to relieve my morning woody today and it's got me pretty horny." Like the guy couldn't see the bulge in my jeans.
"So you want a blowjob? Is that it?" he asked coolly. Before I could answer, he added, "By the way, I never asked you how good Jess did giving you his first blowjob. Was he OK?"
I told him Jess was better than Kate, but that I knew from all the locker room bullshit that a blowjob could be a lot better than I'd gotten from either Kate or Jess. "But I didn't come here so you could blow me. I thought maybe I could leave you another load in my old jeans. I saw you wearing them today. That took some guts with all that old cum dried into the fabric. Cumming in the jeans could be my way of saying I'm sorry I've been such a fucking jerk all week."
"You want to do that as a peace offering to me?" Jess asked, sounding as though the idea was too strange to believe. Then he looked like he might cry. This kept happening to me. Guys just kept breaking down right in front of me. First Jess. Now Justin.
"What's the matter? You look upset. Did I say . . . or do something wrong?"
Justin assured me I hadn't and then started telling me about Mike. He told me how they met. About the job "orientation" night. And about last night, when, as desperate as Justin was for a little attention from anyone, all he got was me, me, me from Mike. After he had satisfied Mike's needs, Justin had gotten to beat off to some new DVDs Mike had. And he did spend the night at Mike's, but in the guest bedroom. Alone. Again Justin looked as though he might cry.
"And now you show up after a week of being a total shithead. And instead of asking for a blowjob from me, which is about what I expected, you want to do something for me. It may sound really corny, but it's like you are my knight in shining armor come to save me. Nobody has offered to do anything for me in almost forever. And now you're here to save me from another day of jacking off alone at my computer."
"Yeah, I kind of saw that when I came in. Do you do that a lot?"
"Not when you're around," he said, walking over and hugging me hard, pulling me into his firm body with both arms around me. I didn't know what to do, so I hugged him back. I felt a little awkward. I mean, he was still naked and half hard and all. And I wasn't exactly soft and he couldn't have missed noticing my hard cock pressing against his crotch when we hugged. Oh, well.
He stepped back and looked me up and down as though admiring me, lingering as he studied my bulging crotch. Then he started to apologize for getting his pre-cum on my favorite jeans. I was surprised how much he'd leaked.
"It's OK," I said. "They needed to be washed anyway."
Neither of us said anything right away. Finally Justin said, "Then let's get you out of those jeans." But instead of unbuckling them, he started massaging my hard cock through the fabric. "God, you jocks are so hot. Thanks for being such a great guy, too."
I didn't know what to say as he complimented me, fondled me and caressed me as he undressed me. Several times he brushed his hard cock against me. At last I stood naked in front of him, my own cock jutting straight up like his and my pre-cum now oozing, too.
He reach down with one hand and held his long cock at its base, way too many inches showing above his grip. Then he moved his dick forward, tapping his swollen cockhead against my swollen cockhead. It was almost as if he were saluting me. Then he smiled broadly at me and said. "To friendship." And tapped my cock with his again.
I reached down and grasped my cock at the base and tapped his cock back. "To friendship," I said. "To our friendship."
He put his arm around my shoulders and we stood side by side, looking a lot alike. Not like twins, but the same height, same age, similar build . . . His cock was noticeably longer, but I wasn't jealous. It looked great on him.
"Now let's reload those jeans," he said and he went over to his desk where they were lying on the floor next to his chair.
He handed them to me and I could feel the fabric where we'd cum on them before. It felt thicker. I had expected it to be stiffer than it was. Justin let me know he'd "freshened them up" at least once a day since I'd left them. So mostly it was his cum now.
But he didn't plan for that to last for long. I stepped into them and he pulled them up gently, leaving only the button at the waist open. My hard cock was clearly outlined as it stuck up just to the right of the fly. Justin hadn't pulled them up too high on my hips and so the tip of my cock was sticking out above the waistband.
He gave the tip of my cock a lick. "You taste so good," he said, smiling up at me. "You should taste it. You don't know what you're missing."
He licked it again and I moaned and put my hands on his head. He wrapped his lips around my denim-enclosed cock, wetting the fabric as he sucked and licked the spot where so much cum had already been spilled.
"Can you taste the dried cum?" I asked.
"You mean our cum. And the answer is fucking A yeah!"
I warned him I wasn't going to last long this way and, with my cock sticking out the waistband, most of my cum was going to be flowing down the front of the jeans - not in the jeans as planned.
"Change of plans," he said and started to unfasten the jeans again. I just watched him passively, if you call my dick twitching and drooling and my nuts pulling up tight as "passive." I was on the edge and loving it. He pulled the old jeans off me.
"Lay down on my bed," he said and I complied.
He pushed my legs apart and knelt between my legs. "We can worry about the jeans later. Let's worry about you now. Just relax. I don't want you to cum yet. I want you to enjoy yourself."
I almost said something about my "limits," but thought better of it. Instead I just said, "Thanks, friend," and closed my eyes.
Justin waited what seemed like forever until my cock started to relax and my balls loosened up, no longer in quite such turmoil. He started to lick my balls. He played with them gently in his hand. It felt fabulous. I opened my eyes and raised my head a little to see what he was doing to make my nuts feel so good, the kind of good that radiated throughout my cock and balls, right into my very gut. But I could only see the top of his brown tousled hair bobbing up and down. I closed my eyes again and let my mind picture it. What a turn on!
Soon he was sucking my nuts into his warm, wet mouth one at a time. Rolling them around with his tongue. Sucking them gently. Jesus fucking Christ this was good. When I thought it was the best mouth action I'd ever had - and he wasn't even touching my eight-inch pillar of stone - he put both hands slightly under my thighs and lifted my legs, gently folding me at the waist and raising my butt slightly in the process.
"Just relax," he said and then I felt his talented tongue and mouth slurping at my balls from a new angle. I rocked back onto my shoulders to make it easier for him.
"Mmmmm," he murmured, his mouth too full of my nuts to talk.
'Fuck, that felt great," I told him. "Go Mmmmm, again." And he did. And more.
After a few minutes of really great action on my nuts, he looked up and asked if I was OK.
"Oh, yeah."
"Then try this," he said as he spread my legs a bit. "Put your head down. Close your eyes again. Relax. You're gonna love this."
As his tongue flicked across my asshole for the first time, I knew he was right. Soon his face was buried in my ass, his tongue poking and tickling me like I had never even known possible before. He went back and forth between my asshole and my nuts, keeping me on edge for oh so long.
At last he had me lower my legs and began to gently run his finger tips all around my crotch, but never touching my dick. I was aroused beyond belief. My cock was at its hardest ever and I could swear it must have grown another inch with all Justin's attention.
His tongue swept up the underside of my cock from base to tip, just barely touching it. And then he did it again. And then again and again. Each time lapping more and more aggressively.
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna," I said as I struggled for breath, my body in spasms of pleasure. My mind little more than pleasure mush.
"Relax, relax," he repeated in a soothing voice. He had stopped touching me at all.
I gazed up into his face in my sex-induced haze and saw a look so comforting, so confident, so warm and reassuring, that I completely gave myself over to him. The urgency to cum began to subside, leaving an ache in my nuts, but a mental calm so sexually satisfying, it was almost as though I had cum. At least in my mind.
After a few more moments in this lull, Justin reached down and scooped up some of my pre-cum, which had formed a sizeable puddle near my cockhead. He put his sticky fingers to my lips and urged me, "Taste."
I sucked his fingers into my mouth and tasted my pre-cum. To my surprise, it was almost sweet and I liked it. I liked it a lot.
I started sucking Justin's two fingers between my lips and he started pumping them in and out, fingerfucking my mouth to the taste of my own pre-jizz. This was so good.
And when he pulled his fingers free, I felt cheated, but only for a moment.
He bent his head down and finally took the engorged, flaring head of my cock into his warm, wet, loving mouth. He pulled his lips tight around it and sucked. Just the cockhead. Nothing more. Suck. Relax. Suck. Relax. He didn't move his head or lips at all. He just embraced my cockhead again and again inside his fabulous soft mouth.
Now he was starting to move up and down the shaft. Each time taking my cock a little deeper. Sucking it a little harder. Swirling his tongue and saliva around it in new and more sensational ways.
"Fucking fabulous," I tried to say, but the sensations were overwhelming me and it came out as little more than a senseless murmur. My toes were curling. My stomach muscles tightened and I began to toss my head from side to side, trying to hold back the flood of cum about to flow.
Justin knew. He took hold of my nuts and pulled them down just as every sexual urging in my body tried to pull them up tight. And with that, I grabbed Justin's head between my hands and my cum began to flow.
He swallowed again and again. A wonderful sucking sound. A wonderful sucking feeling. Cum was running down his throat and down his chin and neck. There was no consuming it all. No containing it all. I was cumming, surge after satisfying surge of cum. So thick and creamy and warm. I could feel it dripping between my legs. I could see it all over Justin's smiling face, as my hard cock continued to pump in and out of his wonderful lips.
At last he rose up, letting my wet cock fall free from his lips. Cum still flowed from my cock, though much less urgently.
He reached down and scooped up some of my cum and offered it to me. I lapped it eagerly from his hand. The taste of my own warm cum from Justin's outstretched hand was magical, as my senses - taste, smell, touch - ran riotously about my mouth. So much better than I could have imagined.
Without giving it a thought, I pulled his face down to mine with both hands and kissed him on the lips, opening his mouth with my tongue and sucking in more of my own essence as it mingled with his saliva. At that moment I only regretted I could not be tasting his cum with mine.
At last he collapsed, stretched out on top of me, our bodies pressed together. I realized immediately Justin was still hard.
To Be Contnued . . .
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