I finally have this extra long and very sexy second part of Chapter 14 ready to post. To be honest, I have been falling steadily behind on this project. My real-life job and other commitments have been cutting into the amount of time I can put into it. And I don't want that to affect the quality of my storytelling. That's not fair to you. But, more important, it isn't fair to Billy and Justin, who have put so much of themselves into this project to make it possible.
Rather than asking you to read it whenever I get around to posting it, I have decided to take a break from posting for a few weeks while I get caught up again. I certainly hope you enjoy today's offering. I'll keep you posted as I work to get caught up on my writing and my life. It won't be too long. I promise. -- H.R.
I Thought I Knew -- Book Two
The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 14 -- Part II
From Justin's viewpoint
Tuesday night Billy and I were headed to dinner with Joe. For the previous 24 hours we had been so wound up in anticipation of sitting down with Joe and getting . . . it’s hard to describe . . . but it seemed like we were really going to be getting started with our lives.
Billy and I had talked about almost nothing but Joe and the document he’d given me. We’d argued about what it meant. Whether it was what we wanted. What did we want? What would we do to get it?
The agreement offered me training and development, full-time summer employment, part-time employment during the school year, exposure to the arts, travel, housing, a clothing allowance and a car. Those were the main things anyway.
It put me on equal footing with Billy and his full ride he had been awarded at his university, plus the living stipend he received as part of his scholarship.
During the past day we had spent hours and hours in conversation. We went round and round about what we could and would and should do for Joe in return. Or did we really need to do anything at all? The document set only some general requirements for me. Things like grades and class load. Time and travel commitments. Just the things you might expect.
But I was certain that Joe must have had some expectations of a more personal nature when he wrote that document. I knew that with all opportunities and valuable stuff he was giving me, he’d want and expect some sexual attention from me in return. And probably some attention from Billy, too, if he could get it.
After I had told Joe “No” on Sunday, Joe’s expectations probably weren’t very high. But I doubt that they were completely extinguished.
The way Billy and I came to think this thing through was that maybe if I . . . or maybe if Billy and I were willing to raise those expectations, Joe might be even more generous. But what would we ask for in return? We didn’t really know. We talked about cash, but that turned both of us off. We weren’t hustlers to be bought or sold.
In the end we did exactly what we had agreed to do during our night of truth telling. We set out a new set of guidelines for our relationship. And specifically for our relationship with Joe. We detailed what we would do. What we wouldn’t do. We talked about what each of us wanted.
The rules were simple: Tell each other everything right away. No secrets.
We decided we didn’t need to ask one another to be able to give Joe a handjob or a blowjob if we wanted to, or thought we needed to. And it was OK to let him do the same for or to us. We just had to let the other one know exactly what we had done. Those were our limits.
We also set alternate limits that we could easily go to if we both agreed. And we set limits for stuff we wouldn’t violate no matter how tempting the situation might be. No need to ask. We weren’t going to do them. Like we weren’t going to fuck him or let him fuck us.
That evening, we each had quite carefully picked what clothes to wear. We wanted to look nice and respectable. We wanted to look every bit the part for what Joe would want his protégé and his protégé’s partner to be. Plus we also wanted to look crazy sexy hot. We wanted him turned on to us so that negotiations, if necessary, would be easier.
We were both dressed in shirt and tie. I was wearing a pair of lightweight linen pants. They had that naturally wrinkled look. They fit tight across my ass and that made them fit snug across my crotch. So where the fabric stretched across my free hanging cock, there were no wrinkles. Just the outline of my cock. Even when it was hanging soft. The first time Billy had seen me in those pants he’d said something like, “Why’d you bother to wear anything at all?”
Billy had chosen a great looking pair of designer jeans. Another gift from my mother that I had selected for her to give him. They showed his bulge to such great advantage. I loved it when he wore those jeans. He just looked so freakin hot.
When we pulled up to the restaurant, we saw Joe going in. The valet guy took our car and we went in just moments behind Joe. He was standing talking to the headwaiter when we entered.
I could tell at a glance that Joe was thinking the same way we were when he picked out what he wore. His shirt fit tight, showing his trim upper body to perfection. His slacks were cut to accentuate the flatness of his abs, while the fabric seemed to show a definite bulge as it draped over his cock and balls. They weren’t as clearly visible as mine, or as blatant as Billy’s. But they appeared every bit as seductive, at least to me.
As I looked at him, I could feel my cock start to swell. This guy turned me on so easy. So fast. I needed to cool the hard-on action. I didn’t want to start leaking pre-cum in these thin slacks. They’d become transparent and I didn’t even want to think how embarrassing it could be in a place like this.
Joe greeted us. I introduced him to Billy. Joe was warm and charming and relaxed. I’d never seen him so at ease. I caught him eying Billy and his bulging crotch as we chatted waiting for our table. Joe knew I’d caught him gawking at my boyfriend. But instead of looking embarrassed, he just smiled and winked at me. His smile told me he clearly liked what he saw. The wink told me the evening was already going as we had planned.
Dinner was uneventful. We chatted about stuff I can’t even remember. Not school. Not art. It was all stuff that kept both me and Billy involved in the conversation. The only part I remember was Joe asking what cities in Europe we’d each most like to see. Billy said Rome and Prague. I didn’t even know Billy knew where Prague was, but he talked about all the things he wanted to see there and asked Joe a lot of questions. It was like he’d studied up for a test on Prague.
It was amazing just how well Billy and Joe were hitting it off together. At times, they were deeper into the conversation than I was.
Then I made the mistake of asking Joe about the contract. “This isn’t the time, Justin,” he said curtly. “We can talk about that over after-dinner drinks.” Other than that awkward moment, the meal passed smoothly from salad to lamb chops to desert.
Then Joe asked us back to his place to talk a little business.
Joe drove his car home and Billy and I followed in mine. Billy kept talking all the way there about how cool Joe was. How smart. Sophisticated. That’s what Billy was saying, but I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking what a hunk Joe was and just how much he wanted to do all the things I’d been dreaming of doing with him all semester. We may have set out to turn Joe on over dinner and make negotiations easier, but I think at that moment Joe had the upper hand. At least with Billy.
Billy had been rubbing his cock through his jeans as he talked about Joe. By the time we got to Joe’s place, Billy’s cock was straining hard against the denim of his jeans. I told him he better slow down or he’d cum before we got inside. Billy just laughed.
When we went in, I could see immediately that Joe had my artwork spread all over the place. Basically, the living and dining areas were covered in nudes of Billy. All sizes. All Billy. All naked. They were laid out on easels, the sofa, leaning against the walls. It looked like an homage to Billy.
As Joe directed us to the stools by the counter that separated the kitchen from the dining area, I could see Billy looking around at all the pictures.
“What’s this about?” Billy asked, gesturing broadly toward my artwork.
“I was just refreshing my memory as to what you look like and how impressive the talents of your boyfriend are. I’d say I’m very lucky to have someone of his talent to mentor and he is very lucky to have someone as handsome as you for his boyfriend.”
“Oh,” Billy said, still looking at some of the most graphic of the drawings.
“Now, Billy, all we have to do is make sure you are as lucky as the two of us and we should all be quite happy,” Joe said. “I trust Justin has told you what’s included in my program for him. I was just wondering if there shouldn’t be something in it for you, too. Unofficial, of course. But you should be compensated for being so cooperative in agreeing to make this program work for Justin.”
This was all going to be too easy, I thought. We didn't have to do anything. We didn't have to even ask.
Joe was smiling at Billy in a way that was . . . I guess it was making me sort of jealous. It didn’t help that Billy was looking back at Joe with such a lustful expression. Or that Joe was showing almost as much of a hard-on as Billy.
To be honest, I should admit that I was getting turned on to. And I didn’t really know why. Nothing had really happened. It wasn’t the pictures of Billy turning me on. I guess it was just the fact that the three of us were finally there together and the possibilities were . . . well, they were possible.
“Can I get either of you an aperitif?” Joe asked. I could tell by the expression on Billy’s face that he didn’t have a clue what Joe was talking about. Was this another little test I wondered. But without hesitation, Joe added so smoothly, “Something in the way of an after-dinner drink. A little Tia Maria? Courvoissier? B&B? . . .” His voice trailed off, suggesting the choices were endless.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Billy said.
“Do you have a port?” I asked, knowing he would because I’d seen several bottles there before.
“Then two snifters of Grand Marnier and a glass of port it is,” Joe said as he headed for the liquor cabinet. “Would you like a warmed snifter?” Joe asked Billy.
“Not for me,” Billy said as though he drank Grand Marnier every night.
Once we had our drinks and Joe had made a toast to the three of us, he gestured to the clutter my artwork made in the living room and suggested, “Why don’t we sit someplace more comfortable?” He led us into a cozy, dark sitting area off the master bedroom. Lush fabrics. A half-size male nude bronze stretched out on a bookshelf. Orchids bloomed on a small arrangement of glass tables. Two abstract prints by artists I didn’t recognize rested on elegant easels.
We relaxed. Billy and I were in overstuffed chairs on either side of Joe’s matching chair.
“I don’t mean to seem rude or abrupt,” Joe said as soon as we were seated, “but, Billy, you are even sexier in person than in Justin’s drawings. Justin is a powerful artist when it comes to capturing the appeals of the male form. But, in your case, I’m not sure any artist could do you justice.”
Billy stammered his way through an acceptance of such a compliment, even as Joe made further compliments to me to make sure that I did not feel slighted by his comment.
“I wondered if I could see you as Justin sees you,” Joe said, staring hard at Billy. Joe had a smirk on his face and I’m pretty sure I saw his cock twitch in his pants. Was he commando, too? It sure looked like it.
“What do you mean?” Billy asked.
“Could you take your shirt off? I’d love to be able to get a sense of you the way Justin does when he draws you.”
“Sure. No problem,” Billy said with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. Within seconds Billy had unbuttoned his shirt and stood to take it off. He shrugged and let the shirt fall to the floor at his feet.
Joe took a deep breath as though he were trying to keep himself in check. Control his impulses. Gather his thoughts. Then Joe rose to his feet and stood face to face with Billy. Joe slowly and deliberately raised his right hand and then let the back of it graze across Billy’s chest. Then he swept it back again, brushing Billy’s nipples with his fingertips.
It was Billy’s turn to inhale deeply. His head lolled back and his eyes closed. Joe seemed to take this as an invitation to explore Billy’s chest and abs more enthusiastically.
“That feels so good,” Billy breathed. “So fucking good.” Billy straightened his head and looked Joe straight in the eyes. Billy licked his lips. If he was acting, trying to turn Joe on, he had me fooled. It looked like he was really into this action.
They stood staring into each other’s eyes for a moment. It was such a powerful sight to see them locked in this visual contact.
I didn’t notice at first that Billy was unbuttoning his jeans. Didn’t really notice until they fell around his ankles. Next to his discarded shirt. Billy now stood completely naked before Joe. His hard cock standing erect. As full and hard as Billy’s cock could get. Eight inches. Proud. Unyielding. His cockhead flush with blood. And leaking. It was my turn to take a deep breath. This was getting way hot in a hurry.
Joe stepped back from Billy and began to carefully study him. I tried to imagine what Billy looked like to him with his practiced artist’s eye. Joe would pick up on the smallest details and remember them perfectly. He’d be able to remember every inch of Billy’s body to draw it, to sculpt it, or just to get off on it.
This look, I quickly realized, was far more than that of an artist. It was full of longing and lust and need that had gone unsatisfied for far too long. I could see clearly in Joe face that he wanted Billy. Wanted him badly.
Joe was standing there in front of Billy. His breathing steady and deep. His eyes still roaming Billy’s body. The silence was like a heavy drape thrown over the whole scene.
Billy reach down and touched the tip of his index finger of his right hand to the tip of his cockhead. He began to slowly spread his pre-jizz across the hard, glistening crown of his cock. As he did he made a sort of game of pushing his hardened cock down as he toyed in the pre-jizz. Then letting his cock spring back up, slapping his abs. Splattering a bit of pre-jizz each time he did it.
Then he started rubbing the palm of his hand across his cockhead, working the slippery goo around even more. And then he started to jack his cock slowly, thrusting his hips forward with each stroke. Pushing his curled right hand all the way down to his pubes. Pausing. Exposing the pre-cum slickened shaft and head sticking out from his grip. It was a hell of a one-man show.
I was so hard watching. My own pre-cum had soaked my crotch. The thin fabric was as transparent as a wet T-shirt. I could see Joe was as excited by Billy’s show as I was.
Finally I couldn’t sit and watch anymore. I had to stand up. Had to free my cock. As I stood, I saw Joe eyes shift from Billy to me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. Or was it more of a leer. Billy must have sensed the movement behind him, because he looked over his shoulder at me. When he saw the state of my linen pants, he sort of chuckled and then turned 90 degrees so he could look at either one of us more easily.
I reached for my belt buckle and then for the latch on my slacks. They didn’t fall to the ground like Billy’s had. They were caught somehow on my cock. Or maybe my cock was caught on them. Either way, as I worked to pull them down, suddenly my cock sprang free. Joe’s jaw dropped at the sight.
I didn’t hesitate. I stripped my shirt off. Now I was as naked as Billy. I started running my hands over my torso. Caressing my body as I watched Billy. And Joe. Both of them very aroused by what was happening.
After putting on my own brief show, I nodded my head at Joe, suggesting he disrobe too. He understood and didn’t seem the least bit hesitant. He started to slowly unbutton his shirt. His body moved so smoothly and elegantly, even in a simple thing like taking his shirt off.
I could have sworn he was born to be a stripper. It seemed so erotic the way he did it, but not the bump and grind kind of erotic. The slowly-wrap-your-hands-around-my-nuts-and-cock-and-start-to-work-them-over-good kind of erotic.
If I was into watching him, Billy was even more so. It looked like Billy was so caught up in watching Joe strip, he’d forgotten to keep jerking his cock. Or maybe he was afraid that if he did he’d cum too soon.
When Joe finally dropped his trousers, I saw what I had been expecting. He’d been commando all night long. Just like us. Cool!
I’d seen his cock before. It was sort of like Todd’s. So elegantly proportioned. Not huge, but far from small. Maybe a little shorter than Billy’s eight inches. While Billy’s cock looked like it was made to have hot sex, Joe’s looked like it had been created for a work of art. Joe’s was beautiful. Billy’s was powerful. I loved looking at them both. And I was doing just that.
As I watched, Joe bent over his cock, which he was holding in his right hand, and slowly let a wad of mouth lube ooze from his lips and stretch out toward his cockhead. Oh, I knew where this was going and my nuts were already starting to strain. My asshole to contract. My brain to go fuzzy.
Now Joe was slowly stroking that beautiful cock of his. And I was stroking mine. And Billy was stroking his. I was mesmerized by the site of my boyfriend and my teacher both slowly jacking. So into watching each other. And watching me, too. It wasn’t long before all three of us were jacking at exactly the same pace. Playing with our nuts. Running a hand over our own chests and abs.
Involuntarily, I took a step closer to Billy. We were then only about a foot apart. Maybe our cocks were even closer.
Billy looked at me and stifled a little laugh.
“I told you he was hot,” I said in a quiet voice, but I knew Joe could hear me. I wanted him to.
“He is so fucking hot,” Billy said in reply, his voice as quiet as mine.
Joe just smiled at us and shook his head like he didn’t know what to say. But he loved every minute of it.
Then he started to let out little moans. I could see his nuts pull up tight. He started to arch his back and rocked forward on his toes. He almost lost his balance and stepped forward to catch his balance. Now he was even closer to Billy than I was.
“I’m close. I don’t think I can wait much longer. Is it OK if I have my orgasm?” Joe asked. I didn’t know which of us he was asking, but it didn’t really matter. Almost immediately he let out a guttural “Fuck!” and started to unload. His cock pointed right at Billy’s cock.
I knew Joe could cum every bit as hard and far as I could. But Billy was so surprised when the first load of Joe's hot, creamy cum hit his cock and abs, he flinched. There was a second volley and a third. Some of Joe’s cum was flung past Billy’s cock and hit me.
There was something about feeling Joe’s cum splatter on my cock. Knowing I was stroking my cock using my cum and Joe’s cum as lube. Watching Joe beating his meat as fast as he could. It was all too much and within second I was cumming, too.
I followed Joe’s lead and aimed for Billy’s cock. As close as I was, it wasn’t a hard target to hit, no pun intended. For once in my life I don’t think I was experiencing my own cum as much as I was Joe’s. Watching him shoot his load like this. So turned on by me and Billy. So horny to get with a guy. He was hot as hell and somehow it brought back all the freshness that sex the first time brings.
Don’t get me wrong, my own cum was intense and hard and incredibly hot. But it wasn’t because I was stroking my cock as much as it was because I felt like I was experiencing it from inside Joe’s horny head.
As we both finished washing Billy’s crotch in our cum, I stepped forward and wiped the last dangling strand of my cum onto Billy’s balls. I could see the total amazement in Joe’s eyes as my cock touched Billy’s cock. As our cocks brushed against each other. Cum dripping from both. I could tell Joe was having a hard time trying to get his head around what had just happened.
To my total astonishment. Billy hadn’t cum. His abs were covered in Joe’s and my jizz. Strings of our gray cum ran down to his legs, his pubes, his balls. He was a mess. But through it all he just kept rhythmically stroking that hard cock of his. Looking from me to Joe and then down at the mess we’d made of him.
After a brief moment, Billy looked Joe straight in the eyes and asked, “Want to finish me off?”
“Me?” Joe said, like a little kid who’d just been asked to join his big brother’s secret club. “That’s would be wonderful.”
He tentatively reached out toward Billy’s jutting cock with his right hand, but stopped just short of touching it. He looked from Billy’s cock up to Billy’s face and asked, “Can I?”
“Go for it,” Billy said. And Joe did. It only took about a half-dozen of Joe’s strokes. I could remember how good they’d felt when he jacked me off at his place that first time. I wasn’t surprised when Billy looked a little wobbly and put one hand on Joe’s shoulder to steady himself.
“I’m gonna cum,” Billy warned. Joe stepped back slightly, probably expecting Billy to cum like he and I do. Then Billy began to flow. His cum just gushed from his cock as Joe continued to stroke it.
Joe took his left hand and caught some of Billy’s cum as it dripped from Billy’s balls and then started jacking his own semi-hard cock with it. Billy’s cock in his right hand. His own cock in his left. What a sight!
As Billy stopped cumming and Joe slowed his strokes to both Billy’s and his own cock, I stepped forward and kissed Billy deeply.
My cock brushed against Joe’s right hand and he gave me a stroke or two before we all sort of stepped back and looked at each other. Looked at what we had just done. The floor was covered with cum, as were the three of us. The smell of fresh cum filled the air.
“I gotta sit down,” Billy said as he moved toward his chair.
“Wait, don’t sit down,” Joe said. “You’ll stain it. I’ll get us each a towel.”
He came back a minute later with a warm damp hand towel and a dry towel for each of us. It was so like Joe. We cleaned up and took our seats again. I took a sip of my drink. I felt like I needed it.
There was a pleasant silence as we each sat there enjoying the ebbing excitement of our joint cum. My cock felt warm and satisfied, with a pleasant lingering aching that stretched into the depths of me and wrapped itself around my every thought and breath and heartbeat. This had been really good.
“I’m so glad you were able to join us tonight,” Joe said to Billy. “I had wanted to get to know you better.”
“I’d been wanting to meet you, too,” Billy said.
“Before I drink too much and forget, I need to thank you for the very generous . . . I’m not sure what to call it . . . but all that you offered to do for me,” I said, trying to ease back into that subject before the opportunity completely passed us by.
“Then everything was OK with you . . . and Billy?” Joe asked.
“The only thing that concerns me,” I said, “is how much time I might have to be away from Billy when I have to travel with you. Even now, we don’t get to see each other that much during the week because of our schedules.” I tried to sound sheepish. Not wanting to sound like I was complaining.
“I understand completely,” Joe said, “and I don’t see any reason that Billy couldn’t join us on many . . . even most of our longer trips. Or visit when you have extended stays away from here. How does that sound?”
“That’d be great,” I said enthusiastically.
“Why don’t we say something like you can bring a traveling companion on most of our travels and can return home or have a guest visit you once a week for longer trips? I’ll have my attorney work out some appropriate wording. OK?” Joe looked from me to Billy for approval.
I was nodding yes. Billy spoke up, “Oh, that’s really generous, Professor Allen, but I don’t think I could.”
“Why not?” Joe asked. “Is your school schedule that tight?”
“No, but you and Justin will be staying at fancy hotels, meeting important artists and clients and stuff. I know how people dress for those art openings, even here. I wouldn’t fit in. These are about the best clothes I have.”
“Well, then, I could write in a clothing allowance for you, too. Or maybe it would be more diplomatic in putting this in a legal document to increase Justin’s clothing allowance and the three of us can just agree that you’ll get whatever clothes you need out of that. You look like you wear about the same size even.”
“I can’t believe it,” I said.
“That would be so great! I don’t know how I’d ever thank you,” Billy said.
“I think you just did,” Joe said with an enormous smile on his face. “As I told Justin, having you as a cooperative partner will make the whole arrangement so much better for all of us.”
Then Joe turned his attention back to me and said, “We can announce my selection of you later this week. And perhaps the following weekend the three of us could go to New York to get you both properly outfitted. Will you be needing luggage, as well?” Joe asked, again looking from Billy to me.
We both nodded yes and, with that, all three of us started to laugh.
I wasn’t sure what it was exactly that had made everything go so smoothly, but I was pretty sure jerking off hadn’t hurt. I was just so happy. And for so many reasons. My boyfriend was happy. My professor was happy. Even just jerking off with them had been great. I could already see this was going to be a great . . . my thoughts started to fade. I didn’t really know what this was going to be. But it seemed to be everything I could ever want in life.
I couldn’t imagine what else I could even ask for. I looked at Joe and then at Billy as the three of us sat there in the lap of luxury. Sipping our drinks. Toasting my future. Our future. Stark naked. Spent. And happy.
To Be Continued . . .
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Have a great Thanksgiving. And until next time, stay happy. And stay hard!
?) seeing Billy and Justin makeup. I hope that brought a little cheer to your life, Matt.
