My (Complete) Tale of Angst
Title: My Tale of Angst
Author: Anita
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Young Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction…I don’t own Green Day and are in no way affiliated with them…and meant them no disrespect.
A/N: Not that I think I am an author in any way, shape or form. I last updated this in June and always meant to finish this - but one HD crash, and lots of other distractions have meant that I’ve only just finished the last chapters I intended. I just have to post this being the one and only creative thing (other than pregnancy) that I have ever finished.
Dedications: Kat - my very patient beta/psychic friend; Shez - for always just being there and listening…and Mark - for understanding why GD is so important in my life.
Previous Parts
Chapter 12
Mikey rocks his hips so hard against mine I can feel our cocks pressed together through the faded denim of our jeans. My breath is coming now in ragged gasps as my brain tries desperately to process the sensation of my best friend rubbing against my crotch.
It feels so fucking good.
“Mikey….” I moan. “Oh God, Mikey… I need…to do something…I’m so fucking horny.”
“Bill… Oh fuck, yeah…” he breathes against my lips.
I feel his trembling hands start to pull on my belt. The cheap leather belt is worn and the broken edges catch on the loops of my jeans - each tug pulling and teasing my cramped hard-on. No matter how hard he tries to work the strap, he can’t seem to maneuver it through the rough denim. “It’s stuck,” he mumbles eventually, embarrassed that he can’t get it undone.
“Here,” I say as I sit up in a rush to help. I brush his hands away and quickly get the belt undone with the skill of the owner and undo the worn fly. I lie back and lift my hips from the bed to allow my jeans to be eased down over my hips. Mikey stands up and grabs each leg of my jeans by the ankles and pulls with one hard tug to strip me down to my blue-checked boxers in one swift movement.
Oh okay. That works.
My jeans are soon discarded in a heap on the floor. I can’t help but sit up like a maiden aunt embarrassed by the suddenly-exposed obvious tent in my boxers as Mikey moves back towards the bed. I see a flicker of amusement and a hint of something else in his eyes as he looks down at me.
Damned if I’m gonna be the only one with my ass hanging out. As he moves towards me, I stop him from climbing on the bed straight away but putting my hands to his belt buckle. “You too,” I murmur thickly, barely recognizing my voice.
I hear him intake sharply, but he pauses. “Okay… Hang on a sec…”
He moves out of my vision in the reflective light of the room into the darkness and I hear him divest himself of his jeans. Fucking cheat. I take off my T-shirt and Mikey’s followed my lead by pulling off his T-shirt also as he moves back into the light.
My breath is taken away by the sight of Mikey in nothing but the same white briefs that his Mom used to buy him every Christmas, now stretched to capacity with his hard-on. The silver light from the window reflects on the hard planes of his chest and the corded muscles of his shoulders as he moves back towards the bed, his hair hanging forward to hide his face.
Embarrassed by my scrutiny, he moves back to the bed quickly - the springs of the bed creaking as he climbs into the bed beside me. He reaches for me and pulls me close.
“Bill, are you still cold?” he asks, as he feels the slight tremble in my arms.
“No …Mikey… I just don’t know what the fuck I’m doing…”
“I know…Me neither,” he breathes against my lips in a whisper. “Do you want to stop this?”
“Shit Mikey! No, I don’t wanna stop...”
Our swollen lips are soon reattached to continue our exploration of each other. Our breaths are mingled, tongues stroking, tantalizing, and teasing each other. He tastes just as good as I remembered from the lounge room floor that day, familiar but new at the same time. This is so much more… needy, fervent, wanted.
His calloused fingers caress my ribs as his hand tentatively travels down my side to my hips. His lips leave mine to brush my smooth jaw line, the pulse in my throat and down my chest to softly lick around my nipple with his tongue and finally take it into his mouth - his teeth nipping at the hardened bud. Electric shocks shoot straight to my cock and now I know why the girls always seem to like that in the movies.
He continues to lick my heated skin as he moves his way down my chest to my navel, planting soft kisses in the fine downy hair that disappears in to the top of my boxers.
My boxers are soon pulled down and my cock springs free of its confines. Mikey has seen me naked before but I can’t help but blush at this most intimate of scrutiny. He reaches down to take my cock into the warm palm of his hand. This is the first time that anyone other than myself has ever touched my cock but as he starts to stroke with his hand, all embarrassment is forgotten as I’m overcome by how fucking excellent that it feels.
“Mikey . .Oh, Fuck…Please..” I moan, eyes closed, unable to stop my hips from bucking up from the bed.
“Bill, do you want me to suck you?” he whispers.
When I open my eyes in a second, I see him glance at my face and then back to my cock in his hand.
My brain screams “Oh fuck yes!!“ but all my vocal chords manage is to croak “If you want…”
“Only if you want me to.”
“Mikey, don’t ask. Just fucking do it. Please….”
He laughs at my impatience. Here he is worried that he’s rushing things only to find me impatient at the delay. His head dips and I feel his tongue flick over my slit as he takes my head into the cavern of his mouth.
“Oh, God.. Mikey..” I moan as I clench the bed sheets beneath me in pleasure. Never in my wildest (and usually wet dreams) has anything even come close to the feel of Mikey’s mouth sucking on my cock.
His tongue strokes the sensitive undersides of my shaft as my cockhead rubs against the roof of his mouth and I feel the coil of my lust in my stomach tighten to another notch.
“Gah..” I tense up as I feel his teeth graze my skin.
He stops.
“Bill? Is this okay?” he mumbles against my cock still in his mouth, the vibration of his voice creating a whole new series of sensations to experience.
“Ahhh..” I moan incoherently.
His mouth pulls off from my cock in a loud slurp and he says, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, man. If I’m doing it wrong…”
“I don’t care how you do it, just fucking keep going… Please..” I plead..
I hear his muffled laugh from somewhere in my crotch.
“You’re such a whore,” Mikey grins looking up at me.
“Shut up Dirnt and blow me!” I retort, frustrated.
He’s still grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he takes me in again and it takes all my resolve not to buck wildly into his mouth. As much as we are friends, I don’t think I should fuck his face the first time either of us does this.
He continues his attentions. His eyes closed. His head is bobbing up and down. I watch as his mouth coats my cock with a mixture of saliva and pre-come that I know he must taste by now. Watching him is the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen. I reach down to bury my hand in his long brown hair.
With each dip of his head, he takes more of me into his mouth. He’s trying not to gag as his mouth descends down my whole length until his lips tickle the pubes at the base of my shaft. His cheeks are hollowed as he sucks with a suction that would put Hoover to shame.
“Oh Mikey… Oh fuck… Stop.. I’m gonna come.”
As fucking amazing as this feels, I don’t know if I, or Mikey are ready for me to shoot my load into his mouth. I try to sit up but Mikey reaches up with one firm hand to my chest to push me back against the mattress, not letting me go anywhere.
His eyes look up to meet mine and he hums his permission down my length - and it’s over for me.
All my limbs go tense as my balls contract and release their payload, and I go numb as the ripple of my orgasm courses through my body. Oh, my fucking God. I could die in that moment - my life complete.
I feel Mikey gag and release my cock from his mouth as he sits up and desperately tries to swallow the violent mouthful he just received. No matter how prepared he thought he was, the reality of having a mouthful of jizz is taking him by surprise. A small trickle escaping his lips and he reaches up to wipe it away and wipe it on the sheets.
His face is flushed from his efforts and he smiles weakly at me as he moves up the bed to lie beside me.
“Mikey, I didn’t mean to do that. You didn’t have to..” I say apologetically.
“Bill. It’s cool. What are friends for, hey?”
“Fucking amazing blowjobs apparently.”
He looks away embarrassedly.
“Was it was okay?” he asks. “I just tried to do it like those chicks did in that porn we watched last summer.”
“Mikey, I think you’re a natural,” I say teasingly, “but maybe some more practice wouldn’t go astray.”
“Fuck you.”
“That too - if you want,” I reply before I can stop myself.
Shit. Did I really say that? I’m such a doofus sometimes.
“Yeah, I want,” he growls, looking down.
It’s at this moment that I notice the press of Mikey’s neglected hard-on rubbing against my thigh, his briefs moist with pre-come.
Oh shit… I suppose I should do something about that.
Chapter 13
I press my lips to his and I taste the last traces of myself on his mouth.
I pull him closer against me and deepen the kiss, while I reach down slide my hand into his briefs to stroke his weeping cock.
I get my thanks immediately when it’s Mikey’s turn to moan against my lips. My lust that I thought well sated earlier now returns with a vengeance at the sounds that are escaping Mikey’s lips.
“Oh fuck, Bill. I wanna do you so bad,” he groans.
“You do?” I squeak. “What? Fuck me?” I ask thinking I didn’t hear him right, my hand stilling suddenly from stroking his shaft.
“Yeah.”
I can’t help but be stunned by this revelation and I release his cock gently and slide my hand out of his briefs. Playing with each other’s cocks is one thing - even blowing each other - but fucking is an entirely different matter.
Fucking is taking things between us to an entirely different level. Although we had always bemoaned our inability to get laid, we had always somehow consoled ourselves with the thought that we were waiting for the right time - or the right person.
So is this it? This is the right time? And I’m the right person for him? The thought of having unbridled buttsex with my well-endowed best friend is making my stomach flip flop- half with fear of the unknown and half with raging lust, but I really don’t want to do this if it’s not what he wants.
“Are you sure? I could just return the favor,” I offer.
I see his disappointment apparent on his face. “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have asked…after that shit with Cliff today…” he apologizes.
“No, Mikey. It’s not that asshole. …I just thought that you wanted to wait for the right… girl, maybe?”
“So did I.” He pauses, reflectively. “But this feels right, Billie Joe,” he whispers finally.
To hear him say my full name on his lips in such a way - right then, I would have given him the moon. “Okay, Mikey,” I whisper.
I lift my hips up and slide my boxers off as if to show him that I’m willing to do this if he wants to. I hear him groan as he recognizes my sign of my submission and he hops up to pull off his briefs.
My heart beats faster with nervousness as my eyes are now fully appraised of Mikey’s erect cock. I knew he was well-hung but the sight of him - all hard and rampant - fills me with trepidation. All THAT is supposed to go in my ass?
My brain keeps trying to process the thought that I’m about to get laid with my best friend that I had previously thought of as straight and would never ever consider doing this. But at this moment, Mikey’s not looking all that straight - just hard, horny and hot - all for my little ass.
“Bill?....I don’t know… How do we do this?”
My knowledge of anal intercourse is limited to a sketchy outline I got during a drunken discussion with my gay uncle Alan one Thanksgiving soon after he realized that I was bisexual.
“I think we need lube or something. Otherwise it’s gonna hurt like shit. You got any?” I ask.
“Lube?...Ah.. no,” he says with a shrug.
“Well you got anything else we can use? Lotion or something?”
He gets up and I see his embarrassment and frustration as he searches for something to use.
“Maybe if we take it easy…” I offer.
He stops and runs to his gym bag near the door and starts to rummage. He pulls out a bottle and rushes back to the bed.
“Will this do?” he suggests.
His sunscreen. Well, I suppose it’s better than nothing.
“Maybe.”
He takes the bottle, squeezes some into his hand and reaches down to coat his semi-erect cock with the lotion. I take my hand and place it on top of his as his hand rubs up and down his shaft. He grins as his erection starts to leap back to life with our attentions.
I let go of his hand and I lie back on the bed, opening my legs to invite Mikey between them. My own cock now wants to join the party again and is starting to make its presence known, as I watch him above me.
He moves into position and I lift my legs to wrap them around his waist.
“Okay,” he says as he parts my buttcheeks and I feel him rub his head of his cock against my entrance.
“Hang on Mikey.. Fingers first..”
“What?” he asks confusedly.
“You know… Fingers first… You have to stretch me a bit first.. with your fingers,” I whisper embarrassedly.
“Oh, sorry.. I didn’t..” he blushes.
I lie back and will my body to relax and let this happen. I so want to please him… make this work. I feel his lotion-covered finger ghost over my hole.
“Bill?”
“Yeh, Mikey..Whenever you’re ready.”
I feel his fingers press into my sphincter - the muscles tensing and trying to expel the intrusion. He tries again and continues to press and I feel his knuckle slip inside me and get buried in the warmth of my ass.
He starts to move his finger. It feels kinda weird, and uncomfortable - creating a wealth of new sensations I’ve never feel before. My lungs are burning and I realize that I’ve been holding my breath and I let it out with a whoosh.
“Bill?” Mikey asks looking for some indication of what to do next.
“Add another,” I reply.
“Oh, okay,” and he does so.
I move my hips slightly to ease further the discomfort at being stretched and that’s when IT happens. His long fingers stroke on a spot that’s never been stroked before and electric sparks shoot through my nerve endings.
“Gah… MIKEY!!!!... OH FUCK!!” I shout.
I writhe up and thrust myself up further onto his fingers like a two-bit whore.
“Bill?” Mikey asks as he freezes in surprise.
“Oh Fuck, Mikey. Don’t fucking stop…” I pant.
His eyes are now blazing with lust as he realizes what he has done and he starts to move his fingers around, just wanting to find that spot again. And he does to my great pleasure.
“Oh Fuckity Fuck FUUUCCK… Mikey .. I want you fucking inside me. NOW!” I demand.
Mikey needs no further prompting and pull his fingers out unceremoniously and moves over me to press his engorged head against my hole.
“Bill?”
“Yes!!…Just take it ..” I start to say to take it easy but before I can, I feel him thrust into me. The discomfort from his fingers is nothing compared to the burning in my ring as it is stretched by the width of his cock. But looking at his face - his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure - I start to relax and let go of any pain. This is my Mikey, the guy I love inside me. I would do anything to give him even close to the pleasure that he has given me.
He’s panting as he waits for me to get used to the feeling of him inside me- taking rapid breathes and he opens his eyes to look into mine.
“Bill?” he asks concernedly. “You okay?”
“Yeh, Mikey. I’m okay.” I say tightly. “Just keep going. Do it.”
He withdraws slightly and thrusts back in, further and deeper in my warmth. He reaches down to cup the cheeks of my ass as he thrusts and I feel the head of his cock bump against my sweet spot.
“Oh fuck..” I moan becoming liquid in his hands cupping my ass.
He moves his head down to smash his lips to mine - hungry, demanding, stealing my soul.
He smiles as he sees my stiff cock rub against his abdomen.
“Oh..God.. Bill.. You ..feel.. so ..fucking ..good” he says punctuated with each thrust.
I close my eyes and listen - the sounds of our passion breaking the silence of the garage bedroom. Our ragged breaths… The slaps of Mikey’s hard thighs against mine…The squeak of the springs in the old steel bed straining under us. I hear whimpers of pleasure and realize that they are mine - escaping from my lips in time to mingle with the other sounds of our fucking.
I open my eyes again and see Mikey looking at me, with agonized eyes, and I know he wants to come, but he’s trying to hold back, wanting to make it good for me again too. My heart constricts with love at that moment, but I’m a bit distracted by the pounding of his cock against my prostate, to worry about the life, the universe and everything.
My cock is achingly hard and rubbing against Mikey’s stomach with our movements.
“Mikey…” I moan. “I need…” More..
He looks down to see my cock bobbing between us, then up into my eyes.
“You do it.”
“What?” I squeak. What? Jack off in front of him?
“Bill. Touch yourself. Do it. Now,” he growls.
I almost come then and there at the tone of his voice, I reach around with my right hand and wrap my hand around my shaft and start to pump in time with his thrusts.
His thrusts are now more fervent, frantic and I know that he must be so close. As fucking amazing this feels, I know tomorrow I’m gonna be paying for this as he pounds my back into the mattress.
“Oh Bill. Come for me..Please..” he moans. “I want you to come..”
“Oh fuck yeah, Mikey…. Yeeessss.” At your command……
I feel the wound up band of lust in my body snap as all the nerve endings in my body are wracked with my second orgasm for the night. Hot spurts of cum escape shoot from my cock onto Mikey’s stomach and I vaguely hear him scream my name through the haze as the muscles in my ass clench around his cock. He thrusts deep into me one last time and his body shudders as he empties his load into my warmth.
He collapses against me, the strength in his arms and legs gone with the numbness of his orgasm.
“God, Bill. That was…” he breathes against my neck in ragged gasps.
“Yeah.”
His softening cock slides out of my ass and he rolls to lie beside me on the bed. We lie not talking waiting for our breathing to return to normal, the magnitude of what we have just done not yet sinking in.
Eventually, it’s Mikey who speaks first.
“So this means that we’re not virgins anymore, huh?” he asks with a grin.
“I don’t know about you Mikey, but I FEEL totally fucked so yeah.”
He laughs at that.
I have to ask him. “I thought you were straight, Mikey.”
“I’m not sure what I am, Bill. I still like chicks, I guess. I think it’s more about the person, not the sex. I just knew that I wanted to be more than just buddies with you.”
“How long?”
“What?”
“How long have you known?”
“Since the day you kissed me in your living room that day.”
Oh shit! He knew!
“I didn’t kiss you. I just…fell.”
“Yeah right,” he retorts. “You just fell - and your tongue fell into my mouth.”
“I was kinda hoping you missed that,” I say blushingly.
“Are you kidding, Bill? That was so fucking hot. I was worried you’d notice my rather long visit to the bathroom after that,” he grins wickedly.
“You didn’t?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah.”
“Oh fuck.”
“I’m sorry, man. I got scared by what was happening and I didn’t tell you. By the time I worked out how I felt, you’d told me that you had a thing for some guy and I thought that you were no longer interested in me and I must’ve been mistaken.”
“I was scared too, Mikey. I thought that you’d hate me if you knew how I felt.”
“I could never really hate you, Bill. Even when I was angry with you, I never hated you.”
“What do you feel now then?”
“I don’t know Bill. You know I love you, man. You’re the only person I fucking love in this world.”
I blush at his words.
“I just don’t know in what way…But all I know is that I want to find out - and see what happens.”
Oh God. See what happens!.. I think I’m gonna die, my heart is beating so fast,.
“One thing, Billie Joe...” He pauses looking at me directly to make sure I’m listening.
“Yeah?”
“No more lies between us,” he says.
I look back into the crystal blue eyes of the guy I love and swear one of the easiest promises I’ve ever made -
“No more lies, Mikey.”
Fin
Author: Anita
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Young Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction…I don’t own Green Day and are in no way affiliated with them…and meant them no disrespect.
A/N: Not that I think I am an author in any way, shape or form. I last updated this in June and always meant to finish this - but one HD crash, and lots of other distractions have meant that I’ve only just finished the last chapters I intended. I just have to post this being the one and only creative thing (other than pregnancy) that I have ever finished.
Dedications: Kat - my very patient beta/psychic friend; Shez - for always just being there and listening…and Mark - for understanding why GD is so important in my life.
Previous Parts
Chapter 12
Mikey rocks his hips so hard against mine I can feel our cocks pressed together through the faded denim of our jeans. My breath is coming now in ragged gasps as my brain tries desperately to process the sensation of my best friend rubbing against my crotch.
It feels so fucking good.
“Mikey….” I moan. “Oh God, Mikey… I need…to do something…I’m so fucking horny.”
“Bill… Oh fuck, yeah…” he breathes against my lips.
I feel his trembling hands start to pull on my belt. The cheap leather belt is worn and the broken edges catch on the loops of my jeans - each tug pulling and teasing my cramped hard-on. No matter how hard he tries to work the strap, he can’t seem to maneuver it through the rough denim. “It’s stuck,” he mumbles eventually, embarrassed that he can’t get it undone.
“Here,” I say as I sit up in a rush to help. I brush his hands away and quickly get the belt undone with the skill of the owner and undo the worn fly. I lie back and lift my hips from the bed to allow my jeans to be eased down over my hips. Mikey stands up and grabs each leg of my jeans by the ankles and pulls with one hard tug to strip me down to my blue-checked boxers in one swift movement.
Oh okay. That works.
My jeans are soon discarded in a heap on the floor. I can’t help but sit up like a maiden aunt embarrassed by the suddenly-exposed obvious tent in my boxers as Mikey moves back towards the bed. I see a flicker of amusement and a hint of something else in his eyes as he looks down at me.
Damned if I’m gonna be the only one with my ass hanging out. As he moves towards me, I stop him from climbing on the bed straight away but putting my hands to his belt buckle. “You too,” I murmur thickly, barely recognizing my voice.
I hear him intake sharply, but he pauses. “Okay… Hang on a sec…”
He moves out of my vision in the reflective light of the room into the darkness and I hear him divest himself of his jeans. Fucking cheat. I take off my T-shirt and Mikey’s followed my lead by pulling off his T-shirt also as he moves back into the light.
My breath is taken away by the sight of Mikey in nothing but the same white briefs that his Mom used to buy him every Christmas, now stretched to capacity with his hard-on. The silver light from the window reflects on the hard planes of his chest and the corded muscles of his shoulders as he moves back towards the bed, his hair hanging forward to hide his face.
Embarrassed by my scrutiny, he moves back to the bed quickly - the springs of the bed creaking as he climbs into the bed beside me. He reaches for me and pulls me close.
“Bill, are you still cold?” he asks, as he feels the slight tremble in my arms.
“No …Mikey… I just don’t know what the fuck I’m doing…”
“I know…Me neither,” he breathes against my lips in a whisper. “Do you want to stop this?”
“Shit Mikey! No, I don’t wanna stop...”
Our swollen lips are soon reattached to continue our exploration of each other. Our breaths are mingled, tongues stroking, tantalizing, and teasing each other. He tastes just as good as I remembered from the lounge room floor that day, familiar but new at the same time. This is so much more… needy, fervent, wanted.
His calloused fingers caress my ribs as his hand tentatively travels down my side to my hips. His lips leave mine to brush my smooth jaw line, the pulse in my throat and down my chest to softly lick around my nipple with his tongue and finally take it into his mouth - his teeth nipping at the hardened bud. Electric shocks shoot straight to my cock and now I know why the girls always seem to like that in the movies.
He continues to lick my heated skin as he moves his way down my chest to my navel, planting soft kisses in the fine downy hair that disappears in to the top of my boxers.
My boxers are soon pulled down and my cock springs free of its confines. Mikey has seen me naked before but I can’t help but blush at this most intimate of scrutiny. He reaches down to take my cock into the warm palm of his hand. This is the first time that anyone other than myself has ever touched my cock but as he starts to stroke with his hand, all embarrassment is forgotten as I’m overcome by how fucking excellent that it feels.
“Mikey . .Oh, Fuck…Please..” I moan, eyes closed, unable to stop my hips from bucking up from the bed.
“Bill, do you want me to suck you?” he whispers.
When I open my eyes in a second, I see him glance at my face and then back to my cock in his hand.
My brain screams “Oh fuck yes!!“ but all my vocal chords manage is to croak “If you want…”
“Only if you want me to.”
“Mikey, don’t ask. Just fucking do it. Please….”
He laughs at my impatience. Here he is worried that he’s rushing things only to find me impatient at the delay. His head dips and I feel his tongue flick over my slit as he takes my head into the cavern of his mouth.
“Oh, God.. Mikey..” I moan as I clench the bed sheets beneath me in pleasure. Never in my wildest (and usually wet dreams) has anything even come close to the feel of Mikey’s mouth sucking on my cock.
His tongue strokes the sensitive undersides of my shaft as my cockhead rubs against the roof of his mouth and I feel the coil of my lust in my stomach tighten to another notch.
“Gah..” I tense up as I feel his teeth graze my skin.
He stops.
“Bill? Is this okay?” he mumbles against my cock still in his mouth, the vibration of his voice creating a whole new series of sensations to experience.
“Ahhh..” I moan incoherently.
His mouth pulls off from my cock in a loud slurp and he says, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, man. If I’m doing it wrong…”
“I don’t care how you do it, just fucking keep going… Please..” I plead..
I hear his muffled laugh from somewhere in my crotch.
“You’re such a whore,” Mikey grins looking up at me.
“Shut up Dirnt and blow me!” I retort, frustrated.
He’s still grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he takes me in again and it takes all my resolve not to buck wildly into his mouth. As much as we are friends, I don’t think I should fuck his face the first time either of us does this.
He continues his attentions. His eyes closed. His head is bobbing up and down. I watch as his mouth coats my cock with a mixture of saliva and pre-come that I know he must taste by now. Watching him is the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen. I reach down to bury my hand in his long brown hair.
With each dip of his head, he takes more of me into his mouth. He’s trying not to gag as his mouth descends down my whole length until his lips tickle the pubes at the base of my shaft. His cheeks are hollowed as he sucks with a suction that would put Hoover to shame.
“Oh Mikey… Oh fuck… Stop.. I’m gonna come.”
As fucking amazing as this feels, I don’t know if I, or Mikey are ready for me to shoot my load into his mouth. I try to sit up but Mikey reaches up with one firm hand to my chest to push me back against the mattress, not letting me go anywhere.
His eyes look up to meet mine and he hums his permission down my length - and it’s over for me.
All my limbs go tense as my balls contract and release their payload, and I go numb as the ripple of my orgasm courses through my body. Oh, my fucking God. I could die in that moment - my life complete.
I feel Mikey gag and release my cock from his mouth as he sits up and desperately tries to swallow the violent mouthful he just received. No matter how prepared he thought he was, the reality of having a mouthful of jizz is taking him by surprise. A small trickle escaping his lips and he reaches up to wipe it away and wipe it on the sheets.
His face is flushed from his efforts and he smiles weakly at me as he moves up the bed to lie beside me.
“Mikey, I didn’t mean to do that. You didn’t have to..” I say apologetically.
“Bill. It’s cool. What are friends for, hey?”
“Fucking amazing blowjobs apparently.”
He looks away embarrassedly.
“Was it was okay?” he asks. “I just tried to do it like those chicks did in that porn we watched last summer.”
“Mikey, I think you’re a natural,” I say teasingly, “but maybe some more practice wouldn’t go astray.”
“Fuck you.”
“That too - if you want,” I reply before I can stop myself.
Shit. Did I really say that? I’m such a doofus sometimes.
“Yeah, I want,” he growls, looking down.
It’s at this moment that I notice the press of Mikey’s neglected hard-on rubbing against my thigh, his briefs moist with pre-come.
Oh shit… I suppose I should do something about that.
Chapter 13
I press my lips to his and I taste the last traces of myself on his mouth.
I pull him closer against me and deepen the kiss, while I reach down slide my hand into his briefs to stroke his weeping cock.
I get my thanks immediately when it’s Mikey’s turn to moan against my lips. My lust that I thought well sated earlier now returns with a vengeance at the sounds that are escaping Mikey’s lips.
“Oh fuck, Bill. I wanna do you so bad,” he groans.
“You do?” I squeak. “What? Fuck me?” I ask thinking I didn’t hear him right, my hand stilling suddenly from stroking his shaft.
“Yeah.”
I can’t help but be stunned by this revelation and I release his cock gently and slide my hand out of his briefs. Playing with each other’s cocks is one thing - even blowing each other - but fucking is an entirely different matter.
Fucking is taking things between us to an entirely different level. Although we had always bemoaned our inability to get laid, we had always somehow consoled ourselves with the thought that we were waiting for the right time - or the right person.
So is this it? This is the right time? And I’m the right person for him? The thought of having unbridled buttsex with my well-endowed best friend is making my stomach flip flop- half with fear of the unknown and half with raging lust, but I really don’t want to do this if it’s not what he wants.
“Are you sure? I could just return the favor,” I offer.
I see his disappointment apparent on his face. “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have asked…after that shit with Cliff today…” he apologizes.
“No, Mikey. It’s not that asshole. …I just thought that you wanted to wait for the right… girl, maybe?”
“So did I.” He pauses, reflectively. “But this feels right, Billie Joe,” he whispers finally.
To hear him say my full name on his lips in such a way - right then, I would have given him the moon. “Okay, Mikey,” I whisper.
I lift my hips up and slide my boxers off as if to show him that I’m willing to do this if he wants to. I hear him groan as he recognizes my sign of my submission and he hops up to pull off his briefs.
My heart beats faster with nervousness as my eyes are now fully appraised of Mikey’s erect cock. I knew he was well-hung but the sight of him - all hard and rampant - fills me with trepidation. All THAT is supposed to go in my ass?
My brain keeps trying to process the thought that I’m about to get laid with my best friend that I had previously thought of as straight and would never ever consider doing this. But at this moment, Mikey’s not looking all that straight - just hard, horny and hot - all for my little ass.
“Bill?....I don’t know… How do we do this?”
My knowledge of anal intercourse is limited to a sketchy outline I got during a drunken discussion with my gay uncle Alan one Thanksgiving soon after he realized that I was bisexual.
“I think we need lube or something. Otherwise it’s gonna hurt like shit. You got any?” I ask.
“Lube?...Ah.. no,” he says with a shrug.
“Well you got anything else we can use? Lotion or something?”
He gets up and I see his embarrassment and frustration as he searches for something to use.
“Maybe if we take it easy…” I offer.
He stops and runs to his gym bag near the door and starts to rummage. He pulls out a bottle and rushes back to the bed.
“Will this do?” he suggests.
His sunscreen. Well, I suppose it’s better than nothing.
“Maybe.”
He takes the bottle, squeezes some into his hand and reaches down to coat his semi-erect cock with the lotion. I take my hand and place it on top of his as his hand rubs up and down his shaft. He grins as his erection starts to leap back to life with our attentions.
I let go of his hand and I lie back on the bed, opening my legs to invite Mikey between them. My own cock now wants to join the party again and is starting to make its presence known, as I watch him above me.
He moves into position and I lift my legs to wrap them around his waist.
“Okay,” he says as he parts my buttcheeks and I feel him rub his head of his cock against my entrance.
“Hang on Mikey.. Fingers first..”
“What?” he asks confusedly.
“You know… Fingers first… You have to stretch me a bit first.. with your fingers,” I whisper embarrassedly.
“Oh, sorry.. I didn’t..” he blushes.
I lie back and will my body to relax and let this happen. I so want to please him… make this work. I feel his lotion-covered finger ghost over my hole.
“Bill?”
“Yeh, Mikey..Whenever you’re ready.”
I feel his fingers press into my sphincter - the muscles tensing and trying to expel the intrusion. He tries again and continues to press and I feel his knuckle slip inside me and get buried in the warmth of my ass.
He starts to move his finger. It feels kinda weird, and uncomfortable - creating a wealth of new sensations I’ve never feel before. My lungs are burning and I realize that I’ve been holding my breath and I let it out with a whoosh.
“Bill?” Mikey asks looking for some indication of what to do next.
“Add another,” I reply.
“Oh, okay,” and he does so.
I move my hips slightly to ease further the discomfort at being stretched and that’s when IT happens. His long fingers stroke on a spot that’s never been stroked before and electric sparks shoot through my nerve endings.
“Gah… MIKEY!!!!... OH FUCK!!” I shout.
I writhe up and thrust myself up further onto his fingers like a two-bit whore.
“Bill?” Mikey asks as he freezes in surprise.
“Oh Fuck, Mikey. Don’t fucking stop…” I pant.
His eyes are now blazing with lust as he realizes what he has done and he starts to move his fingers around, just wanting to find that spot again. And he does to my great pleasure.
“Oh Fuckity Fuck FUUUCCK… Mikey .. I want you fucking inside me. NOW!” I demand.
Mikey needs no further prompting and pull his fingers out unceremoniously and moves over me to press his engorged head against my hole.
“Bill?”
“Yes!!…Just take it ..” I start to say to take it easy but before I can, I feel him thrust into me. The discomfort from his fingers is nothing compared to the burning in my ring as it is stretched by the width of his cock. But looking at his face - his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure - I start to relax and let go of any pain. This is my Mikey, the guy I love inside me. I would do anything to give him even close to the pleasure that he has given me.
He’s panting as he waits for me to get used to the feeling of him inside me- taking rapid breathes and he opens his eyes to look into mine.
“Bill?” he asks concernedly. “You okay?”
“Yeh, Mikey. I’m okay.” I say tightly. “Just keep going. Do it.”
He withdraws slightly and thrusts back in, further and deeper in my warmth. He reaches down to cup the cheeks of my ass as he thrusts and I feel the head of his cock bump against my sweet spot.
“Oh fuck..” I moan becoming liquid in his hands cupping my ass.
He moves his head down to smash his lips to mine - hungry, demanding, stealing my soul.
He smiles as he sees my stiff cock rub against his abdomen.
“Oh..God.. Bill.. You ..feel.. so ..fucking ..good” he says punctuated with each thrust.
I close my eyes and listen - the sounds of our passion breaking the silence of the garage bedroom. Our ragged breaths… The slaps of Mikey’s hard thighs against mine…The squeak of the springs in the old steel bed straining under us. I hear whimpers of pleasure and realize that they are mine - escaping from my lips in time to mingle with the other sounds of our fucking.
I open my eyes again and see Mikey looking at me, with agonized eyes, and I know he wants to come, but he’s trying to hold back, wanting to make it good for me again too. My heart constricts with love at that moment, but I’m a bit distracted by the pounding of his cock against my prostate, to worry about the life, the universe and everything.
My cock is achingly hard and rubbing against Mikey’s stomach with our movements.
“Mikey…” I moan. “I need…” More..
He looks down to see my cock bobbing between us, then up into my eyes.
“You do it.”
“What?” I squeak. What? Jack off in front of him?
“Bill. Touch yourself. Do it. Now,” he growls.
I almost come then and there at the tone of his voice, I reach around with my right hand and wrap my hand around my shaft and start to pump in time with his thrusts.
His thrusts are now more fervent, frantic and I know that he must be so close. As fucking amazing this feels, I know tomorrow I’m gonna be paying for this as he pounds my back into the mattress.
“Oh Bill. Come for me..Please..” he moans. “I want you to come..”
“Oh fuck yeah, Mikey…. Yeeessss.” At your command……
I feel the wound up band of lust in my body snap as all the nerve endings in my body are wracked with my second orgasm for the night. Hot spurts of cum escape shoot from my cock onto Mikey’s stomach and I vaguely hear him scream my name through the haze as the muscles in my ass clench around his cock. He thrusts deep into me one last time and his body shudders as he empties his load into my warmth.
He collapses against me, the strength in his arms and legs gone with the numbness of his orgasm.
“God, Bill. That was…” he breathes against my neck in ragged gasps.
“Yeah.”
His softening cock slides out of my ass and he rolls to lie beside me on the bed. We lie not talking waiting for our breathing to return to normal, the magnitude of what we have just done not yet sinking in.
Eventually, it’s Mikey who speaks first.
“So this means that we’re not virgins anymore, huh?” he asks with a grin.
“I don’t know about you Mikey, but I FEEL totally fucked so yeah.”
He laughs at that.
I have to ask him. “I thought you were straight, Mikey.”
“I’m not sure what I am, Bill. I still like chicks, I guess. I think it’s more about the person, not the sex. I just knew that I wanted to be more than just buddies with you.”
“How long?”
“What?”
“How long have you known?”
“Since the day you kissed me in your living room that day.”
Oh shit! He knew!
“I didn’t kiss you. I just…fell.”
“Yeah right,” he retorts. “You just fell - and your tongue fell into my mouth.”
“I was kinda hoping you missed that,” I say blushingly.
“Are you kidding, Bill? That was so fucking hot. I was worried you’d notice my rather long visit to the bathroom after that,” he grins wickedly.
“You didn’t?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah.”
“Oh fuck.”
“I’m sorry, man. I got scared by what was happening and I didn’t tell you. By the time I worked out how I felt, you’d told me that you had a thing for some guy and I thought that you were no longer interested in me and I must’ve been mistaken.”
“I was scared too, Mikey. I thought that you’d hate me if you knew how I felt.”
“I could never really hate you, Bill. Even when I was angry with you, I never hated you.”
“What do you feel now then?”
“I don’t know Bill. You know I love you, man. You’re the only person I fucking love in this world.”
I blush at his words.
“I just don’t know in what way…But all I know is that I want to find out - and see what happens.”
Oh God. See what happens!.. I think I’m gonna die, my heart is beating so fast,.
“One thing, Billie Joe...” He pauses looking at me directly to make sure I’m listening.
“Yeah?”
“No more lies between us,” he says.
I look back into the crystal blue eyes of the guy I love and swear one of the easiest promises I’ve ever made -
“No more lies, Mikey.”
Fin