Invited

Chapter 19

(Weekend At Gary's)

Blowing off the last quarter of the lopsided basketball game on TV, Billy and I go upstairs to prepare for bed. Walking down the hall, I mumble, "This is my first sleepover."  

"Oh, that's a shame because preteen sleepovers were fun. Me and Joe Dinero used to goose each other until our little dicks got hard."

I mutter, "I'm sorry I missed out on that!" We both snicker. In the bedroom, we strip to our underpants. Billy gets a toiletry kit from his overnight satchel, and we walk to the bathroom with me asking, "We're going to sleep naked, right?" 

"Yes, of course, but everyone knows that the proper way to clean up in the bathroom before bed is wearing 'effing underpants." I look at him, and he smiles, "Or, one could do it naked, I suppose." He chuckles, "Obviously, I'm kidding, Gary." 

We piss standing next to one another, this time with my plumbing working from the start. Billy says, "We have twin dicks, but we should probably dye your blond pubic hair so my dark brown ones don't get an inferiority complex."

"That was you kidding again, right?" He shakes the last drip of pee from the head of his dick, mumbling, "That's a correct assumption."

Nodding, "I'm beginning to take it for granted, Billy, but I've never felt as comfortable with anyone in my life as I am with you."

Smiling, he pats my shoulder, "After all the time we've spent together the past nine months and all the reinforcements I give you about how much you've come to mean to me, I sure as shit hope you'd feel comfortable around me."

Washing our hands, side by side at the sink, I go, "You feel comfortable around everybody, don't you?" Our hands touch under the faucet as we rinse the soap off; looking in the mirror over the sink, Billy smiles, saying, "I get off on us having these identical haircuts. It's goofy, sure, but I think it's so 'effing cool of us!"

Nodding, I go, "Cool of you to realize it would be cool, and then get a matching haircut." 

He mumbles, "Yeah, but I wish I was as good-looking as you. You're really a cute guy."

"You have a better profile than I do." Grabbing a hand towel, he mutters, "No, I don't. And, no, I don't feel comfortable with everybody. I have a hidden inferior complex about a few things, but I cover it up, forcing smiles and pretending to be hot shit."

Sharing the lower half of Billy's towel, drying my hands, I ask, "What do you have an inferior complex about?"

He pinches my nose, "Don't be so nosy, but I guess I hate being short, for one thing."

As I'm putting toothpaste on my toothbrush, Billy asks, "Can I use your toothpaste? I forgot to bring some." 

Handing the tube of toothpaste to him, "You're not short! Mitch Lobel, now he's short, but you're not. And I already told you this, but as far as I'm concerned, you're six feet tall."

He smiles, "Damn, I love how you idolize me. I never have an inferiority complex when I'm with you." We brush our teeth, grinning at each other in the mirror. Leaning over the sink, we rinse the toothpaste by cupping our hands under the faucet, the sides of our heads bumping as we spit out the water. I ask, "Do you want to use this gross mouthwash?"

He shakes his head, "No thanks," and I go, "I don't either." Leaving his toiletry kit on the counter next to the sink, Billy takes my hand, smiles, and says, "Come on, boyfriend, your guy is going to take care of you with some awesome sexy messing around."

Squeezing his hand, I murmur, "I love you so much I can't put it into words."  

Yeah, I know you do." Then he squeezes my hand. Smiling and looking mischievous, he mumbles, "And I L-word you too."

We both laugh, and I mutter, "It's not an especially hard word to say."

In the bedroom, as we step out of our underpants, Billy is wearing jockey-style underpants, and mine are boxer-style. I ask, "Lights on or off?"

He shrugs, "I don't care," so I turn off the overhead light and leave the dim light on the bedstand.

As we get in bed, I ask, "Can I suck a boner on you?"

He reaches for a condom packet, "That would be delightful."

I mutter, "Delightful," and push the covers to his feet. On my knees, leaning over, I flatten his pubic hair with my hand, push his dick over with my nose, then do a long lick on his unusually-round scrotum. He smells like the unnecessarily large amount of bath gel we used earlier bathing, almost the whole 'effing bottle. Billy squirms a little, getting comfortable, his hands behind his head and his legs spread wide.

Pressing my tongue on his scrotum hard enough that I feel his balls moving around in there, then I lick under near his asshole, which also smells like the over-usage of bath gel. That's no surprise, as I remember my hand filled with soap rubbing his asshole clean enough to lick in case he wants me to do that. Licking up the inside of his slender thigh, I then pick up his penis and suck on the head. Billy's hands go to my head, the head on my shoulders, as he moans, "Mmm, mmm." 

There's a nice bulbous head on his dick, and, thinking about Billy shaking the last drop of pee off it, I poke the tip of my tongue at the piss slit, tasting a faint bit of urine. Sucking on the head, my tongue swirling around it until his dick gets firm, then hard, and I go down on it three times. Down on it until my nose pokes his belly. When I start going down on it a fourth time, Billy's gently pushing at my head, mumbling, "That's good, Gary, umm, yeah, that's good."

Reluctantly, I let his boner slip out of my mouth, my lips tight on it all the way out. With a big grin, I'm on my knees, watching Billy holding up the condom packet. He snickers, "You've gotten terrific doing that, boyfriend. Now I want to do your ass up good."

I pull on my dick which is almost a boner, saying,  "I get aroused, sucking your penis and balls."

Sitting up as he's ripping open the packet, he goes, "I'm going to wear this condom. That way, you won't leak spunk out of your ass all night."

"No, I like feeling your bare boner inside me."

He makes a face, "It's not as if you can tell the difference."

I mumble, "Psychologically, I can."

He lets out a long, exasperating-sounding breath, says, "Okay, have it your way," and adds, "As usual."

Flopping on my back, I pull my legs back, saying, "I'm anxiously ready. For the record, though, I do not always have my way."

He's wiping lubricant from the condom up and down his dick, muttering, "Of course you don't. Ha!" 

Smiling, he reaches over and rubs lubricant on my anus, then pushes a finger inside me. Leaving it there as I squirm, he goes, "I'm the guy, so it's my responsibility to take care of my cuter-than-shit girl/guy boyfriend."

Snickering, "That feels good," he rubs my prostate, making me squirm even more as he chuckles, then pulls his finger out and holds it up. I reach over and pull out two Kleenexes from the box on the bedside table and give the tissue to Billy. He mutters, "Thanks," and wipes his finger, saying, "We're going to get cum on these clean sheets. You know that, right?"

"So what? I'll do a wash load tomorrow morning." 

He moves between my legs and asks, "What are you cooking for our breakfast tomorrow morning?"

"How about frozen pizza?" and we both chuckle. Then he smacks my ass, "You're getting mighty feisty lately."

"That's because I'm incredibly comfortable with you. I already told you that." Leaning over me, he puts the condom and its wrapper on the bedside table, then rubs my head, seriously saying, "Don't change too much; I'm deeply into the trying-hard-to-please version of Gary Wallingford."

"I haven't changed," and he puts a hand on each of my legs, spreading them further, murmuring, "Hold your legs back more," then, looking me in the eyes, "Yes, you've changed, but so far it's been fine. I'm just saying that you do no need to try being a wiseass like me."

Nodding, I murmur, "Okay, I won't."

It would be a big mistake for me to begin acting like those dumbasses Billy messed around with in high school. Maybe I've been acting too comfortably and less in my girl/guy persona, which he likes. Pushing the back of my thighs and raising my asshole, Billy says, "I haven't hurt your feelings, have I? I didn't mean to."

"No, I'm good. I was kidding around."

Smiling, he goes, "You're awesome. I shouldn't have said anything. It's nothing; you're okay, just like you are."

"Oh, thanks." With his left-hand touching above my right butt cheek, his right guides his boner head to my asshole and, with a quiet "Ah," he plugs it in past my sphincter. I gasp, "Oh!" and hold my breath. Only for a few seconds, though, because it barely hurt at all. Our eyes meet, and he smiles, "We good, babe?"

Nodding my head, "Better than good." I feel the head of his dick getting bigger as he tightly pushes it inside my rectum, stimulating the nerve endings on my prostate gland and the tight lips of my anus. I shiver with pleasure. Jesus, how can anything feel this good? 

Billy must be right when he says my rectum is a miracle, one in a million because if everyone had an ass like mine, nothing would get done in the world as everybody would be taking it up their ass.
When his boner is snugly fully impaling me, Billy shudders and mumbles, "So tight but just right. Umm, this feels stupidly good."

I nod again, "Uh-huh, do it, Billy." He likes to savor the pleasure while I'm greedy for more vigorous messing around. Humping against my butt cheeks a few times, his hands at my waist, he murmurs, "Ready, Gary?"

"I'm always ready to do this sexy messing around with you, Billy."

Smiling, he goes, "You're fantastic for my ego." He pulls his engorged penis back slowly as I moan, "Umm, umm." Then, with no hesitation, he pushes it right back inside me, and my back arches off the bed as I moan louder, "Yes, umm, Billy, feels so good." 

It's maybe three minutes of these almost torturously slow penetrations. It's almost torturous because they're like a preview of what I know is coming when Billy's climax alarm goes off, and he gets carried away racing to the finish line. That's when volcanos erupt, and worlds collide, so this slow, 'almost torturous' messing around is a prelude to that, and I'm anxious to experience that. 

He's getting there as he picks up the speed of his thrusting, still with the long five-inch thrusting, and it's a few minutes of pure ecstasy. There's quiet moaning of deep contentment, experiencing extreme pleasure from our shared bodies, Billy murmuring, "This is 'effing unbelievably good. And it gets better and better the more we do this." 

Then, as I knew it would, it gets even better when his climax switch switches on, and Billy gasps and begins thrusting much faster and harder until he starts making desperate little squeaking sounds and turns on the afterburners. Shorter, harder, faster thrusts that initiate the sounds of males fucking. The "Slap, slap, slap," sounds ring out in the room and, "Oh, oh, oh," as sensations of pleasure fine-tuned over a billion years have us in its grip. 

Well, the fine-tuning wasn't intended for our kind of sexy messing around, but I need to ask, why all the pleasure nerve endings in the anus, and especially the prostate gland? Never mind that, though, Billy's into his frantic run to the finish line, grunting and humping his hips, wildly driving his hard-as-a-stone sex organ in my supersensitized and extremely receptive rectum, "Slap, slap, slap."

Then the king of sexy messing around, orgasmic climax, comes busting on the scene and, with me bouncing on the mattress holding my breath, my body stiff as a board, it happens. BOOM, cum roars up from my nuts to blow out my iron dick, splattering up my chest, some reaching my neck, "Eieee, Billy!"

With supersonic vibrations of pleasure steaking all over me, I try catching my breath. It's an almost painful pleasure that immediately fades, leaving me limp and breathless. Shuddering one last time, I take a deep breath and stretch out my legs, my feet hitting something, my buttocks wet and sticky... I didn't know he blew his load, too.

Billy's lying sideways at the foot of the bed, holding his pecker. He's what my feet hit. His chest is rising and falling as he takes deep breaths. Wiggling my toes against his side, he looks at me smiling; he mutters, "That was good, huh?"

Nodding, I grin, "Perhaps good is a bit of an understatement. The word fantastic occurs to me."
Sitting up, Billy crawls over and lies beside me on his stomach, "I think I blew off two seconds before you. Man, you must have had an even better climax than me, though, because you screeched out like a banshee. Startled me."

"I did not scream out like an 'effing banshee. I did an appropriate exclamation squeal, especially considering I thought my nuts exploded."

Shrugging, he mutters, "Sounded like a banshee who maybe just stepped its foot into a steel trap or something."

Chuckling, I go, "Well, I did have a fairly enjoyable orgasm, so you did an okay job for your girl/guy. I faked that banshee squeal to make you feel good."

Sitting up against the headboard, a pillow behind him, Billy goes, "Uh-huh. That was nice of you. Come on, sit with me." He holds his arm out, inviting me to snuggle against him, which I do, grinning and saying, "You actually did a lot better than okay." 

Squeezing his arm around me, he mutters, "I know," and kisses my face. Then, rubbing a finger in the spunk on my chest, he says, "I told you we'd have cum on us and the sheets, didn't I?"

Putting my arm across his stomach, I hug him, "I love you so much, Billy."

He says, "Me too, but you're getting your spunk on me."

I mutter, "It'll dry. Tell me some science stuff."

He musses my hair and says, "Coincidentally, I did read some shocking shit about Hummingbirds."

"Hummingbirds?"

"Yes, they're the smallest birds in the world, some species only three inches long from the tip of their beak to the tip of their tail, weighing only an ounce or two, but they can do amazing things."

"What amazing things?"

"The Rufous Hummingbirds, for example, fly 3000 miles yearly from Alaska to Canada or even Mexico. The Ruby-throated Hummingbirds fly non-stop for 500 miles to cross the Gulf of Mexico." 

Rolling my eyes, I mumble, "Are you sure about this? How the fuck could a one-ounce bird fly anywhere in, say, a windy day?"

"I don't 'effing know! I'm just reporting the facts."

Shaking my head, I mutter, "Sounds impossible." He makes another one of his exasperating-sounding exhales, muttering, "Why do I bother telling you anything? Anyway, we need to clean up and see what we can do about wiping our mess off the sheets before sleeping. Come on, let's get to it."

I groan, "You're such a neat nick, but you're the boss." Naked, going down the hall to the bathroom, I'm like, "Billy, I don't doubt that you read that Hummingbird stuff somewhere, but don't you agree it sounds impossible that a one-ounce bird could fly 3000 miles?"

He says, "Yes, but I believe it's true. Plus, they don't fly in flocks. Each Hummingbird is on its own, flying as much as twenty-three miles daily."

Snorting a laugh, I mutter, "Okay, okay, but that doesn't seem remotely possible." Wetting washcloths, we clean up. Billy's cleaning his dick, snickering, and then mumbling, "It does sound impossible. I can't argue with you about that, but it's an 'effing fact."

I'm wiping my own cum off my chest and belly, then reaching behind to wipe lube and Billy's cum off my buttocks. Drying, Billy asks, "Is your ass itching?"

Shaking my head, "No, not this time, but I wouldn't mind if you'd put your finger up there just the same."

We chuckle as Billy carries a damp washcloth back to the bedroom. I mumble, "You're not mad at me, are you?"

He shrugs, "A little bit, yeah. You ask me for something interesting and then don't believe what I tell you."

Bumping against his side, I go, "I believe you read it." In the bedroom, Billy wipes at the lube and cum spot where I was sitting, muttering, "We'll sleep on the other side, and, so there's no argument about it, I'm definitely wearing a condom in the morning."

Oh boy, he's already thinking about messing around in the morning!  I rub his shoulder, "You were right, Billy, we should use a condom when fucking in bed."

I expected he'd yell at me dor saying 'fucking,' but instead he mumbles, "You need to listen to me and do what I say. And, um, I wasn't mad at you. I was kidding again when I said I was."

"I knew that," and he hugs me, the damp washcloth hitting my back as he says, "If I'm too bossy with you, sorry."

He lets go of me, and I say, "What? No, you're not, but it's nice that we're always apologizing to one another."

Getting in bed, Billy ignores that and says, "Fortunately, I was near the edge of the mattress when you sat next to me, so we have more than half the mattress, avoiding that wet spot I just cleaned."

I murmur, "I guess I'll need to snuggle tighter than normal going to sleep."

Snickering, Billy murmurs, "Snuggling tightly against me is nothing new for you," and he gets in bed with me right next to him. He says, "Our first night sleeping together," and, with both of us lying together sharing a pillow, he wraps his arms around me. I snuggle half on him with a leg between his, murmuring, "Another dream comes true for me."

He feels and smells so nice that I kiss his cheek. He turns his head for a kiss on the lips and murmurs, "I'm wicked tired, Gary, are you?"

I nod, "Uh-huh, very tired," and those are the last words spoken before falling asleep. Saturday morning, my eyes open, and I see Billy lying on his stomach, looking at me. We separated during the night, but not by much. I'm on my back, so I reach over to rub his stomach, asking, "What time is it?"

He smiles, "You look like you're fifteen years old when sleeping. I've got myself a cute motherfucker of a girl/guy boyfriend."

"Yeah? Well, I've got the best guy boyfriend ever!" Looking at his wristwatch, he mutters, "It's ten of ten. We slept our asses off. This is a great bed you got here, Gary."

Lifting onto my side, I come down against him, my arm going over his stomach as I mutter, "You let go of me during the night."

He smiles, "Not on purpose. Sleeping together was as fun and sexy as I thought."

Murmuring, "Yeah, it was," I crawl on top of him, "I love you, Billy," and we kiss. He goes, "Ha! I knew you wouldn't have morning breath, do I?"

Shaking my head, I said, "Nope, we're too perfect together to have nasty morning breath." I hold his head between my hands and kiss him the way I think lovers should kiss. It worked too because we've both got boners; twin boners. Reaching for a condom packet, Billy murmurs, "My first-ever morning sexy messing around."

I mutter, "Our first-ever morning messing around, fucking."

Ripping open the condom packet, he says, "How about if you turn over and push that cute ass of yours up?" Doing that, I kick the covers to the foot of the bed and watch Billy roll the condom on his five-inch steel rod. He has an excellent size penis for fucking, but I can't help wonder what a huge penis would feel like, for example, Rick Myer's dick. Whoa, his big hunk of dick is heavy-looking, long, and thick, barely moving in its heaviness as he swaggered around the locker room showers mouthing off obnoxiously. 

Billy walks on his knees behind me, mumbling, "We could put a hand towel or washcloth under you to absorb your gooey stuff when you shoot off, except you're washing these sheets, so why bother."

I mutter, "Sheets and towels."

That thought I had about Rick Myer's penis evaporated completely when Billy pushed his perfect condom-covered boner inside my ass. "Ooh! Billy, um," and he mutters, "Sorry. Did that hurt?"

I grunt, "A little, not much." He murmurs, "I'm a little bit anxious, ya know?" I go, "It feels good already."

Steadily pushing his five-inch boner up my ass, Billy moans a long "Mmmmm" until he's flat against my buttocks. Humping against my butt vcheeks, he snickers and says, "The perfect way to start a day, huh, Gary?" 

Oh, God, it feels so good. I murmur, "Perfect," and he humps against my buttocks some more, his hands gripping my hips. He does the usual slow withdrawal and then pushes back his hard dick but unlike other times, he keeps doing it very slowly longer than normal, obviously liking how it feels. It feels wonderful to me too, and the constant unbelievable pleasurable sensations going on for seven or eight minutes put me into a sort of hypnotic trance like you can put a dog in a hypnotic type trance by slowly rubbing its stomach. Like the dog, I'm limp in a docile, dreamy frame of mind, quietly moaning, "Umm, umm, umm."

Well, the dog probably doesn't moan.

It's the kind of experience where I lose track of time as if time doesn't exist. Billy won't be able to resist revving things up pretty soon, though. That's because there is only so much stimulation one can endure from the pleasure nerve ending in the male penis. The glans or head contains up to 4000 nerve endings, and, unfortunately, circumcision removed the most important sensory component of the foreskin, losing up to 20,000 nerve endings, which, if we had any say in the matter, would never have happened.

Still, as I said, there are plenty of pleasure nerve endings in the penis head, not to mention the shaft. As for my rectum, the sphincters, anus, and especially the prostate gland are packed with nerve endings that can react painfully too, but it's their pleasure component that we're deeply into when sexy messing around like this.

Billy abandons his dreamy, slow, trance-inducing messing around, noticeably picking up the pace, thrusting faster now and, like Wrigley's Doublemint gum, that doubles the pleasure, and my face scrunches up as I moan, "Um, um, um, oh Billy, umm.  Yes, umm."

He's grunting now, his fingers digging into my hips, and the slapping sounds are heard again.
Shorter, harder, faster, "Slap, slap, slap," until sensations of intense pleasure are almost too much to comprehend, and then, "Eeeeiii. ahh!" my climax explodes with cum sizzling from my stone-hard dick, the stream skimming the sheet to splatter under my chin. Shuddering and shaking, I reach under to grab my pecker and squeeze, moaning, "Mumm, ooh."

Then I shake again as a zipping shiver of after-effects makes me gasp and then moan, "Ahh, oh, God, that was awesome." My ass has dropped some, Billy's dick still in it, then his dick pulls out as he groans, "Oh fuck, that was perfect," then pulls the condom off and, holding it away from us, he flops next to me, asking, "How'd I do this morning, Gary? Did I do my girl/guy up good?"

Letting go of my dick, I lie in my own cum shot, grinning at him, murmuring, "Yeah, you sure know how to take care of your girl/guy boyfriend. I can't begin to tell you how much I loved our first morning sexy messing around together."

He mutters, "Try," and we both snicker. Putting his arm across my back, he says, "As I told you before, I've only done the top sexy messing around with two or three guys before hooking up with you, and it never was one-tenth as good as it is every time with you. It starts with your miracle rectum, and I know I keep babbling about that, but it's fantastic. So is the rest of you as well."

I nod, and he asks, "Um, so how'd my dick work for you?"

Oh, he wanted a compliment about his fabulous messing around. I go, "Marvelous! We were made for each other but, as I said, I don't have words to do justice to how fantastic you're messing around with me is."

"Um, do you think anyone could do it better?" When I lie half on him, he mutters, "Thank you so much for smearing your cum on me."

"Sorry. Ah, no, nobody could possibly do it as good as you. Anyway, I'm never messing around with anybody else. Only with you, Billy. I'm going to be your girl/guy forever."

Smiling, he hugs his arms around my neck, the gooey cum sticky between my chest and his side, as he kisses me on the mouth, "That's my girl, um, girl/guy!"

I mumble, "Who you love, right?" He goes, "You're crazy about the L-word, aren't you?" Lying my head on his shoulder, my arm squeezing his side, "Only where you're concerned. I never say the L-word when I'm not with you. Sure, I love my parents, but not the way I love you. I couldn't possibly love anything or anyone as much as I love you."

He rubs his fingers in my hair, murmuring, "Well, ha-ha, I admit I never get tired of hearing that. It's good for my self-image or something." He's still holding the condom out away from us, so I finally ask, "Do you want me to get rid of that for you?" He says, "No, I'll flush it. Come on, we need a shower."

In the bathroom, he drops the condom into the toilet, then we take a piss side by side, giggling as we move the condom around with our piss streams like little kids. Getting a new bottle of bath gel, I put it on the shower shelf. Then, in the shower together, I hang on to Billy, hugging and grinning until he says, "That's enough. You wash me, and then I'll return the favor."

I get the bath gel and pour some on my hand, mumbling, "It's a good thing you insisted I stop hanging on you because I would have hugged you until the water ran cold."

He mutters, "No shit. Hey, you should shampoo my hair first. You don't wash your body and then shampoo, do you? The dirty shampoo rinse will run over your clean body."

"I didn't know there were rules about that." Smiling, he says, "Another rule is you use a washcloth to wash your ass last. You do not wash your ass and then your face. Everybody knows that, for Christ's sake. It's a damn lucky thing you hooked up with me, or God only knows how you'd make it in the long run."

We're snickering and having fun. Everything is fun with him. There is nothing, except sexy messing around with Billy, that I can think of that is as wonderful as rubbing my hands over his slick, wet body. God, he feels fantastic. I spring a boner washing his gentiles, stroking his twin dick into a roaring hard boner. I'm dizzy with arousal, my eyes half-closed as I stroke, stroke, stroke his bone-hard cock.

Billy makes little grunting sounds, not pushing my hand away, his hands on my shoulders as I feel his dick expand, and then he bend, grunting as out shoots a little plop of cum. "Oh, fuck, Gary. Haha, that was such a fourteen-year-old's sleepover move. You'd have been fun to have a sleepover with as a kid."

"We're still kids at heart, and we're having a sleepover right now anyway."

"You're right. I think your immaturity is rubbing off on me. Put some bath gel in my hand."
I squirt some in his hand, and he grabs my dick, smiling like mad, muttering, "Here we go," and he strokes my dick.

"Holy shit," and hold onto his shoulders. Then he lets go of my dick, "Turn around, Gary."

When I turn, he reaches around me and gets my dick in his fist, saying, "This feels more natural to me, as if I whacking myself off."

He has his left arm around me as he strokes my dick with his right hand. Yeah, and does it ever feel good! 

Our first morning together is going very well...

To be continued...