Billy Can't Get Enough Pt. 02

Pt. 02

Billy and Neil get it on

Author's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.

6.

My name's Billy. I'm a young man who likes to fuck. Sucking cock is also a specialty of mine. Shortly after my 18^th birthday, Sally, my older sister, took my cherry in the cool, dark confines of her bedroom while my divorced mother slept soundly in the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Looking back, I couldn't have found a better tutor to introduce me to wonders and joys of sex.

As the days progressed, we explored and experimented, always aware of my mother and her whereabouts at any given time. With the gift of time alone, while Mom was at work, or church, or passed out asleep, there were few questions left unanswered, and few sexual mysteries left unsolved.

No surprise, I became quite knowledgeable and adept in regard to many aspects of sex and sexuality. Sis was as eager a teacher as I was a student. Many hours were spent quivering through the searing pleasures and eruptive peaks of incestuous sibling sex. We fucked like rabbits, our bodies becoming one, again and again, our Mom none the wiser. Or so I thought.

The most valuable lesson Sis taught me was that love and sex were indiscriminate. Lust and passion didn't discern between male and female, young or old, family or stranger. A lover was a lover. There was no difference in me pressing my body between her open thighs, or her suckling at the ample breast of a lesbian lover, or me aggressively kissing and fellating a male schoolmate. I learned to take it -- and give it -- where I could.

But to my disappointment, the fantasy had to end, or at least go on hiatus, when my growing sister had a major spat with Mom. At the time, I thought it was about her poor grades, general delinquency, and subsequent burgeoning drug use. We had been slowly growing apart due to her erratic behavior, and when she hooked up with a lesbian lover, Theresa, and moved out of the house for good, I was left out in the cold to fend for myself.

Although I missed her, I did find solace elsewhere. Endowed with the lessons Sally taught me, I began to experiment with other guys my age. These games started out as the usual clumsy sexplay, but with my previous experience, the deck was usually stacked in my favor.

Exploring this new world, one boy after another, allowed me to build on the lessons Sally had taught me. Touching, kissing and nipple play became great initiators, and I became quite adept at fellatio. Many swollen cocks surrendered their loads down my throat, and a string of virginal guys whimpered and writhed with need as our bodies secretly melded in passion.

But in time, I wanted more. I'd never experienced the touch of an older male, someone mature and more experienced than me. That, too, would eventually change.

Neil came along at just the right time. He was a few years my senior -- at that age, a few years can make a great difference - and as a substitute teacher in my high school math class, presented an accessible male adult. Our personalities already meshed, as I mentioned in Part One, but that day in the field house, after a sweaty soccer match, when he stripped down with the rest of us and showered off, I had to have him. While I beat my cock mercilessly, fantasizing about bedding Neil and what I would do with his sexy body, I wracked my brain, planning an erotic rendezvous.

Then the planets aligned.

That incredible afternoon, that day after school when I hopped into his Mustang and rode to his apartment, is seared in my brain as a pivotal moment -- the day I slipped into adulthood. The day I finally had sex with a man who could be my mentor well into the foreseeable future.

But now, I'm on the lam, as they used to say in those old gangster movies. If you read Part One of this saga, you'll know Mom busted me sucking Neil's cock on another, later sunny afternoon, this time in my bedroom. For one who professed to be such a devout Christian, she went berserk, erupting in tears and screams of profanity. We both fled in fear, and I'm still not sure what the outcome will be.

I was lucky that my sister took me in, if only for a while. Sally had cleaned up her act, more or less, putting herself through college. It was during our reunion that we became lovers again. It didn't take much to rekindle our long-dormant desires. I told her all about Neil and she, of course, understood. Secrets didn't last long between us.

But we need to backtrack a bit.

At the end of Part One, I had already waded into that first incredible afternoon with Neil at his apartment that only served to enflame my desire for him even more.

And that's where we pick up where we left off.

7.

With the taste of Neil's come still in my mouth, I snuggled against his chest, nuzzling an erect nipple as he recuperated from the massive orgasm. He threw his leg over me, squeezing my naked body against his. Stretched out on the plush, green sofa, I felt his heartbeat as his breaths wafted down across my face.             

"Mmmm..." he murmured, eyes closed. "That was incredible -- the best orgasm I've had in ages." Neil's fingertips caressed the small of my back. "I could get used to this."

"Me, too," I replied, more content than I'd been in a long time. "I love blowing your cock." Although I was fully erect, a condition I had become accustomed to since I met Neil, I relaxed and engaged in some pillow talk with my new mature lover. Round two would come in time, "come" being the operative word.

The conversation meandered through Neil's day-to-day activities; completing his last semester in college, trying to earn enough money between working at an accounting firm and substitute teaching, and his young, childlike girlfriend who he was instructing in the ways of pleasure.

"She's eighteen, but God, she's still such a baby," Neil said. "I had to wash my cock twice before she'd take it in her mouth, and when I came, she gagged and ran to the bathroom to spit it out." He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "But I gotta say, watching her little-girl mouth circling my shaft like she was sucking on a lollipop made me give it up right away. She'll learn what to do, in time. Practice, practice."

"How did you come to like guys?" I asked, bringing the subject around to a topic I had to know more about. To my delight, Neil confided to me his experiences. He surmised from my blow job that I'd sucked a few cocks in the past, so he relaxed in that respect and told me his tales. Still resting against his chest, I waited for his batteries to recharge so, in time, I could be the one growling out a sticky orgasm.

8.

To my surprise, Neil said he didn't experiment with members of his own gender until he was eighteen and a senior in high school. There, a small group of curious guys loosely formed to explore the frontier of gay sex. He laughed as he told me of him and his pals congregating in private, exposing their cocks for each other's inspection, smirking, all of it being a naughty game. All of them were about to graduate and they knew they'd most likely be scattered to the wind, college, jobs, even marriages and families for some, perhaps never seeing each other again. Bold discovery was the order of the day, and some of the guys wondered how far it would go.

"One guy's dad had a Winnebago parked in a shed out back," he said. "We'd hide in there to get some privacy and compare the size of our dicks." He became the first to pull out his cock, giggling and red-faced. His would also be the first to get erect.

Then, becoming bolder, Neil and his friends would remove their shirts, then touch and hold each other. "Just the exposure and the contact of our naked skin were exiting."

He told me how one day he and another boy lay in the bed of the Winnebago, arms locked around each other tightly.

"We'd strip to the waist, then nuzzle and kiss each other's necks and shoulders, our hands caressing bare skin as we went along."

With him describing the scene from long ago, I could feel Neil's cock starting to refill, his meat again growing tumescent.

"Then we started exploring our nipples," he said. "Tugging and rubbing them against each other felt great. That made me harder than anything."

Eyes closed, I realized my lips were still touching his right nipple, and I had to fight to keep from sucking it. Neil's deep voice from above lulled my senses.

"After so much necking and rubbing, I became bolder and ended up pressing my mouth against one of my friend's nipples. He said, 'You're not going to get any milk from that'. The guy was trying to act cool. I didn't care. I sucked one nipple, then the other, and he didn't resist. He just rested his hand on the back of my head and sighed, nursing me until I was tired and his tits were raw".

Neil said that, before long, he'd acquired a solid cadre of friends to experiment with. He'd go through the rites of passage with each of them -- touching, rubbing, then sucking. Not all of them kissed, maybe half of them. For some, that was the final barrier. However, a lot of time was spent tugging and sucking each other's nipples and moaning with shame and guilt at the pleasure they took there, terrified of being caught.

"Of course, our cocks were hard and aching, and we liked to touch and rub them, too. We weren't quite ready to put them to good use." He kissed my forehead. "Many of us were still afraid of going 'total fag'."

God, I wished I'd been there. I would've stripped each and every one of them naked, massaged and made out with them, sucked their tits raw and blew them until all of their come was drained. That Winnebago would've been rocking with sex.

"This one guy had been licking my cock for a while," Neil said, "and just playing with it in general. He'd circle the tip with his mouth and tried to imitate what he watched his mother do to her boyfriend."

Neil formed a unique bond with this special friend, who was a bit bolder than the rest and didn't hesitate to go to the next level. He always looked forward to going over to his friend's place. The guy had a loft, so a parent couldn't just walk in on them without climbing up a ladder first. He would lie on the bed in the loft, squirming with arousal as the friend stretched the elastic of Neil's tighty whities and lowered the fabric, exposing his aching, fully-engorged rod.

"I looked down at him and our eyes met as the tip of my cock disappeared into his mouth. Instead of sucking, his tongue would circle my shaft."

Neil said he didn't suck his friend's cock, though. He didn't like the odor, and the friend never suggested it. He realized later what he was missing out on.

"He loved it when I sucked his tits, though. One time, my mouth was glued to his chest, and I was tugging on the other one. I looked up to see his eyes closed and mouth open. He was in a state of bliss. Pure nirvana."

Neil's hand cupped the inside of my thigh, almost imperceptibly moving toward my erection. I rubbed my face against his chest, hoping his hand would soon be wrapped around my cock.

"There was a day his mother had to work and left us alone. Right away, we stripped naked. The kid asked me to lie on my stomach on the bed, and I did. Then he tried something new. He told me 'I watched Mom's boyfriend do this to her'.

Jesus, that kid's Mom must've been an exhibitionist, or bad at closing doors.

The boy slipped his dick between Neil's ass cheeks. He never pushed all the way inside Neil's anus, but he acted like it felt great, and Neil enjoyed his friend's body pressing against him from behind.

Neil described his days of exploration in great detail, his strong hands caressing my skin, like he was trying to arouse me. I could have told him there was no need for foreplay. I was already a glowing ball of sexual heat, in need of release. Nonetheless, he continued.             

"I would lie there, face down, as the kid pumped his dick in the cave between the crack of my ass and the tops of my thighs. Again, having his body pressing against mine felt great. Eventually he would moan and his come would be all up in my ass. I had to wipe it out with some Kleenex."             

I noticed his hand roaming toward my pubes. I was getting impatient.

"Then there was the big day I finally came with another guy. I had another friend over to play while my parents were out running errands. He was a year older than me and more experienced. We took advantage of the solitude and ended up on the sofa, jeans around our ankles, playing with each other's cocks. I'd squeezed and played with my own, but had never orgasmed. My enlightened friend said he'd help me."

The friend's hand wrapped around Neil's erection.

"'How's that?' The guy asked. I mean, are you kidding? It felt so good, I quivered as he pulled the skin on my cock taut, making the head glisten and twitch. My fingers had been tugging at his nipples, but slipped away as he began pumping my shaft. His mouth found its way inside my open shirt and he began sucking on my nipple. God, the combination of those two made me crazy. Already, my cock felt like it would explode."

After several minutes of him stroking, the sensation became so intense that it stepped up to a brand new level. Neil gripped the edges of the sofa cushion, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open, panting with lust, teetering on the edge. Then, at last, it happened.             

"Suddenly, I felt like I was peeing," Neil laughed. "I pulled his hand away and jumped up from the sofa, covering my dick. I thought I had pissed all over everything! When I looked down, the fluid was all clear and sticky. I had come. I was so happy, I jumped! Of course, we spent the rest of the day draining each other, and I ended up sucking his cock. I couldn't get enough."             

With that finale, Neil's hand, at last, wrapped around my aching rod. He gazed into my eyes.

"I think we're both ready for another round."

You ain't kiddin', brother.

9.

Again, our mouths met, and we luxuriated in each other's kisses, tongues teasing and lashing at each other. I rolled over to face him, our naked bodies pressing together. My hips moved urgently, involuntarily, against his, rubbing our cocks together, if only to make it obvious I needed to fuck. I had to give up my load for him.              After several minutes of devouring each other's mouths, I pulled back, lips wet with saliva.

"I need to come. Now."

Neil didn't need any more encouragement. He stood, pulling me from the sofa, and quickly led me into the bedroom, our fully-erect cocks bobbing along the way. Tossing me back on the white, cotton fabric covering his full-sized bed, Neil slid on top of me, kissing my face, mouth and shoulders. His glistening, red lips worshiped my naked flesh, slowly working down my body.

"Yes, yes," I whispered, watching the top of his head as he neared my erection. My cock, eager for attention, strained and bobbed inches from his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, smiling at me devilishly.

"Dammit," I pleaded, crazed with need. "Suck it already!"

Neil wouldn't let one of his students, even if it was a horny guy he wanted to fuck, tell him what to do. Instead of fulfilling my wish, he pressed his mouth against the inside of my thigh, just below my swollen balls. Slowly and thoroughly kissing the soft flesh, he made his way up to my groin, gently rubbing his nose in the dark pubes covering it. My cock ached so much, it started to hurt. Semen glistened at the tip, a drop or two running down the underside of my shaft.

Then his body shifted upward, hovering over mine as his face nuzzled my chest, kissing it. My body tingled, shaking with arousal, as he took a nipple in his mouth.

"Sssss...," I hissed as he nursed on the hard, sensitive bud. Electricity arced from my nipple straight to my cock. Again, our hips undulated , rubbing our cocks together as I felt sticky drops of semen spreading across our flesh. Sighing, I gazed down at Neil's mouth, his lips circling my breast, as he gently sucked me. One of his free hands snaked up to brush the other nipple. The other hand stroked the underside of my cock. Just at the moment I thought I was going to erupt, he stopped.

"Oh, Goddamn!" I growled, hips squirming. "You're killing me!"

He took his mouth away from my breast.

"You've never heard of tantric sex, huh?"

No, you teasing fucker.

Without another word, he trailed his fingers down my body and grasped the base of my dribbling cock, pulling the skin taut.

Now that's more like it.

Licking his lips, he took me into his mouth, but only halfway. Looking up, our eyes met. What a hungry expression he had as he lunged down the remainder of my shaft. Immediately, still keeping the skin of my cock taut, he worked his way up the shaft, sucking and licking.

"Ohhh..." I shuddered. At last, at last. My cock was inside Neil's mouth, and it was heaven.

He kept working up the shaft until he got to the tip. With a pop, he pulled free, leaving my wet bobbing rod exposed for a second, then he went back down.

"Please make it come," I begged. I had to fight to keep from grabbing his head and fucking his mouth, I was so on the edge.

With one hand grasping the base, the other hand began massaging my balls. He developed a slow, steady rhythm on my cock, moaning all the while. Slurping noises filled my ears as he stepped up his game. I liked the way he was massaging my balls. His fingers seemed to want something more as they rubbed my taint, only millimeters from my anus.

"Oh, God, Neil," I grunted. "This feels so damn good." My hands rested on his smooth, bare shoulders as me coaxed me. He moaned in agreement, working my cock with more expertise than I'd ever imagined. I knew we'd be sharing tricks and tips for fellatio.

Of course, it didn't take long for me to be teetering on the brink, I had been erect and ready for so long. Suddenly, I felt a fingertip pressing against my anus. It wasn't urgent or invasive. Neil's fingertip just rubbed circles at the opening, slowly and surely. It didn't take long before my anus relaxed, and with that, he went inside.

All of what my sister Sally taught me, and all of my gay adolescent experimentations, didn't prepare me for what happened next. Looking back, I suppose it was strange I'd never followed through with anal sex, although some of my dalliances centered around the ass, I never went in. I liked to touch and massage the buttocks of my sister and other lovers, even rub my cock back there until orgasm, but going inside the ass never truly appealed to me.

Now everything changed.

Neil's finger went deeper, and the sensation of it filled my lower regions. It was a strange feeling at first, but I was so worked up and horny, he could've done anything to me at that moment and I wouldn't have minded. The fullness swelled in my body, almost like he was pushing my cock further out from the inside. It was new and invasive and extremely erotic.

I squirmed as he slowly finger-fucked my ass, but he never wavered sucking my cock. The new sensations brought out something else in me, something lurking just below the surface. I relished being taken by this beautiful stud. I felt I was being taken like a woman, and loved it. Warmth glowed throughout my body. Was this what being submissive was all about? I didn't know, but craved more.

Of course, the moment of truth soon came. Pun intended.

"Uh huh," I whimpered like a little girl losing her cherry. "Coming for you...coming!"

With that, I clenched my teeth and erupted what seemed like a quart of come into Neil's hungry mouth. He left his finger in my ass while wave after wave of pleasure seized my loins, forcing me to grip the blankets while my body shuddered in massive orgasm. My milky white semen spilled from his mouth, dribbling down my cock. He swallowed what he could, then lunged down to suck and lick me clean.