Lil Joe Comes Home Chapter 2
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Dear Readers: Ten years ago, I published this story based on a memory of a shared experience with a younger friend while in high school. I published the first chapter and wrote part of this second one, and then life (and writer's block) got in the way. Since then, I've expanded on my other, longer story https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/college/jasons-first-workout/ but have been stuck with how to move forward with Dave and Joe. I've decided to go ahead and publish this short second-part and hope responses from my readers, and time, will allow me to explore more from them.
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"Lil' Joe Comes Home", Part 2
I sat stunned on the side of the bed next to Joe. His admission that his blackmailer knew all about me and our `relationship' in our teens was daunting enough. But the fact that he was ready to tell the entire world and bring my world down around my ears had me scared shitless. I felt a strong arm reach around me. Joe brought me into a tight embrace and then turned my head toward his.
"We'll work it out." He said. "I'll do anything. I just can't lose you again, D."
I looked into the masculine face of my former best friend. Where was that boy I had fallen in love with? Who was this rugged and handsome man? Traces of lil' Joe shone through -- around the blue eyes, those still-long and languorous eye lashes, that strong aquiline nose. I leaned into him, my forehead resting on his as he began to cover my cheeks, my face, my lips with kisses. With one hard bicep still holding me tight, his other arm went down and his strong hand gripped my semi-hard cock. He started kissing my neck and I groaned at the total feel of him. I could feel my cock, that I thought was already spent for the night, arising in his grasp as he worked his way down, kissing my chest, my nipples, and then snuggling into my hairy pit.
"God, it feels so good to touch you, and smell you again. You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," he murmured.
"It feels amazing," I said, "Please don't stop."
He pushed me back on the bed, and hungrily began to lick, suck, and chew on my pecs and nipples, all the while keeping his left grip tight around my rock-hard dick. Straddling my legs with his, he worked his way down my hairy trail to my belly button and then my pubes.
"Still so hard and flat. No noticeable change," he growled, assessing me like a doctor.
"God, hmm, yeah. I still run 3-5 miles a day."
"Thank God you didn't go to seed on me," he chuckled.
"You know where I want to seed," I gasped as he finally raised up and took my cockhead in his mouth, expertly beginning to vacuum the head and then regularly sucking the entire shaft down his throat. He used a quick and experienced motion, gliding his tongue in and out of my piss-slit and around my cut glands while simultaneously raising and massaging my nuts.
He slowly built momentum and then as quickly released my cock from his expert mouth with a pop and went to work, sucking, licking, devouring my nutsack. He rubbed the orbital range just beneath my sack and slowly nuzzled his way down to my ass. I raised my hips as his hungry mouth found my tight, unused hole. He swabbed my cherry circle in his spit, tonguing, probing, delighting me and I let out moan after moan of pleasure. I jacked my cock as he continued his assault with his wet mouth and I raged with pleasure at his feasting on my hole.
"Fuck, you taste amazing!" he bellowed. Then he sat up and planted a wet, hungry kiss on my mouth. My tongue darted out to greet his, tasting my hole on him and rapturing in his scent, our scent, and taste. I was leaking gobs of precum at this point and he left me to again devour my cock and deep throat it. This time, he took one probing finger and worked it into my ass as he sucked me.
"Cum on," he gasped. "Give me this load in my mouth so I can taste you again. I want you inside both my holes tonight."
I had no such worries as I could feel my orgasm swiftly working its way from my nuts as my sac pulled into me. I felt the flush rush crimson across my hairy pecs and then with a moan my bud sucked mightily on my cock head and I released in a rush.
"Oh fuuuuck," I moaned louder than I could remember. "Oh, fuckin' shit, Joe." I came in wave after wave -- the first load of spunk having to have hit the back of his throat, but he continued to suck me with all his might, taking every spurt of the four or five that I gave him.
"Oh shit," I gasped as my releasing cock tensed and got more tender.
He leaned up, showed me the last ounces of cum on his tongue, then shoved it into my hungry mouth. Together we shared the last of my load in an amazing and tantalizing kiss.
Our sweaty chests were pressed together and I raptured in the weight of him, the feel of him on top of me. I could feel his massive cock, hard and throbbing, pressed into my pubes and belly.
"My turn," I stammered, trying to push him back, but he only said,
"Stay there."
Then he brought that amazing snake of a cock to my face and rubbed the cockhead across my lips. He slapped my cheeks with it playfully and I then I dove under his nutsack, smelling, sucking, and licking.
"Oh fuck, D. I want to fuck your mouth."
"Do it," I challenged.
I opened wide and gasped, realizing what I'd just said. How in the hell would I ever take this monster of a cock for long. Just opening for it was taxing my jaw muscles. I closed my eyes and felt them water and tried to rake my tongue along the shaft, sucking and licking as I could. He was so fucking big. He began to ram that cock, in and out, and I could actually feel that head against the back of my throat gagging me. I massaged his nuts and then kneaded those hard, hairy, amazing ass cheeks as he continued to slam my head into the pillow with his huge cock. I felt for his hairy, wet hole and shoved two fingers into the gummy opening where I'd fucked him before. How long had that been? A few minutes, an hour? I had lost track of time, becoming light headed in the aura of the intense face fuck and then I heard him moan and start to cry out.
The first wads of cum struck the back of my throat with such velocity I feared I'd cough, gag, or puke, but I swallowed hungrily. The cum came in wave after hot wave and he slowed his thrusts, slightly pulling out so that the last two or three squirts landed on my tongue and teeth. These I lapped up greedily, tasting his jizz with delight. The last wave he pulled out and playfully squeezed onto my stubbled chin.
"Shit, you're an awesome cocksucker," he smiled, and then leaned down to lick the drop of cum from my chin and tongue it into my mouth where we both shared it in another slow, hard kiss.
He slid down and covered me in his hard, hairy body, sticky with sweat and the smell of our cum. His face was pressed into mine and I thought I would pass out from the lack of oxygen or pure joy. I turned my head away to breathe.
"It's not so hard when someone's just ramming their cock down your throat. The only part's keeping your jaw opened," I rasped. My throat seemed raw and my jaw ached. He turned to me and kissed me again, hard. "I meant what I said Dave. I'll always love you. I'll do anything to prove it, anything you ask. But I'll never leave you again. Don't ask me to do that."
"It's okay, Joey. Damn you feel so good. Let me rest a minute. Then we can think. I just need a minute, okay."
"Forever," he whispered, then slid his sweaty hips to my right, pulling me into a sideways embrace. I moved my head into his shoulder, smelled the ripe, musky scent of his hairy pit, and nuzzled there. In that moment, I was as happy as I'd ever been in my entire life. Now, I just had to figure out what the fuck we were going to do.