Chapter 6
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 and 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, so many nights before.
The next morning I awoke slowly. It was as though I was coming out of a very comforting dream. I felt so good and so loved in this dream. 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 me. 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 and rubbed it around on 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 Billy's 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.
To Be Continued . . .
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