Billy and I

BILLY AND I

I remember once after practice, Billy and I were the last in the shower. I was faced away from him when he suddenly reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. He had done this before. If I tried to pull away he squeezed harder. It hurt, but it felt good, if you know what I mean. I told him it hurt and to stop, and he said “You pay for the pizza after practice?”

I said, “Hell no!”He squeezed harder yet. “Owww!, you’re hurting me” Truth be told it felt good, even though it hurt like hell. He ratcheted up his hold on my balls.”Oh God!Please!” I leaned forward, against the wall, and ,moaned in pain. My cock had gotten hard, which I didn’t want him to see. “Okay, I’ll buy the pizza”. He let go and I dropped to my knees in pain and pleasure. My cock slowly softened up again, but there was an afterglow of sorts. I got back up and we continued our showers eyeing each other warily and scoping out each others’ equipment.

Finally, he turned his back on me. He had to know I was waiting for the opportunity to reciprocate. He even bent over a little. I reached between his legs and grabbed his balls and squeezed. He called out in pain. “Oh God, George! That hurts” I let up a bit, then squeezed harder. He moaned. My hands being soapy, I was able to roll his balls around a little in my hand. He moaned louder, but not entirely in pain I thought. “Tell me I’m a bigger stud than you.” “No way”

I squeezed harder. “Oh fuck, man, that hurts me,” he cried.

“Tell me I’m your stud!”

“No”

I then stuck my other finger, which was soapy, into his asshole an inch or so. He squealed a bit, so I thrust it all the way in. “Oh my god! . . . Oh my God!” cried Billy, shocked at this unexpected invasion.

I could feel his asshole clench and unclench onto my finger, and I knew he was cumming onto the wall opposite. He was breathing hard. “Man, you are my stud, I’ll have to say”. I took my finger out of his ass and let go of his balls. He turned around and I could see his softening cock, though he tried to hide it. Mine was a bit hard, too and he could see that. I didn’t try to cover it up for some reason.

I was hoping for him to reciprocate, so I turned away from him and bent over tantalizingly. But, Billy quickly rinsed the soap off, dried off and began to dress. He wouldn’t look me in the eye.

Everything seemed normal between us the next day and I was hopeful to get my reciprocation. I wasn’t very certain, however, after his rapid departure the day before. When practice was over, though, he and I both hung back so that we were the last in the shower. We both soaped up and he looked me in the eye. “Thanks for yesterday, by the way. I apologize for my reaction, but it was a pretty powerful experience.”

“It sure was!” I exclaimed.

“I do owe you one- and do intend to pay you back in spades today”

“Oooo, I look forward to that”

“Turn around and bend over, then.” I looked at him. He smiled.

“I think I learned something yesterday from you. You were brave to do what you did.”

So I did turn around and bent over.

He reached between my legs and grabbed both my cock and balls. He only squeezed a little. Enough to cause me to cry out. He jerked my cock and balls around, then jacked my cock a bit. Then I felt a finger thrust into my asshole a bit. Just enough to explore about. Then he pushed it in further – all the way. It felt good and I told him so. He wiggled the finger and turned it this way and that, causing me to coo, then moan. My cock became hard, and then harder as he began to move his finger in and out.

“You ready for more?” He enquired with a twinkle in his voice.

“God, yes!, I replied.

He slowly pushed a second finger in to join the first, causing me to gasp, hurting me only a little.

He then began to thrust both fingers in and out, picking up speed. It felt good. It was a whole new feeling for me. My cock was very hard and it bounced up and down with the motion Billy caused as he jammed his fingers in and out. It dawned on me that I could probably come with Billy’s fingers in my ass. My ass felt very loose and open. I felt I could take more. I hardly noticed when a third finger joined the other two.

“Oh, Billy, that feels so good. Keep fucking me like that”

“You made me come when you finger fucked me. I’m trying to return the favor,” said Billy, happy that I seemed to be liking his fucking motions.

“Oh God, Billy. I will come in a little bit. Keep fucking me, Billy!” I moaned as I reveled in his jamming into my asshole.

He did keep fucking me, thrusting three fingers in and out as hard and fast as he could then rotating them around while he had them thrust in as far as they would go. It made me squeal and wiggle.

My orgasm built up, then exploded. I came, as hard as I ever had, squirting my seed on the floor of the shower. I cried out to Billy, “You made me come Billy! It was so good!”

I straightened up as he pulled his fingers out of my ass. He was smiling. “I did it,” he said, “I’m glad”.

We hugged, but we didn’t kiss. Not yet, anyway. That kiss would await another day when we had absorbed the impact of what we had already done and decided that expressing our feelings for each other in this way was okay, despite what some of the straight people around us seemed to say.