I Thought I Knew - Book 1 and Book 2

[sexmaniac]

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I would definetly not mind some pictures

keep up the good work-cant wait till wednesday!

 

[justinjeans]

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shit...ur story had my pre-cum flowing like a tap...

mine 2. glad we cud help! fm what hr says, u may need 2 call a plumber on wed.

I would definetly not mind some pictures

keep up the good work-cant wait till wednesday!

sorry. no pix. but drawing at top of my profile looks almost xactly like me. i cudx do better myslf.

but thanx for reading r sty. btw i did put some nu pix in my gallery. check it out if u like 2 2 pix. that's cool.

 

[Paulo68]

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Now the plot thickens.
I got to the end of reading this chapter last Thursday (yes, I have to wait till Thursday to read it in Oz) and the BF called me, took one look at the front of my shorts and said, "Have you been reading the boys story," haha.

Billy is so innocent, hanging around Justin is really starting to float his boat..and how.
Poor Jess, it's like we can see whats coming and you want to warn him but you can't. Didn't post after chapter 14, it had me rattled a little.

I read this story and sometimes think about for a couple of days after. Shows what a talent HR is and how fantastic the boys story is.

Nice work Boys!

 

[hardreader]

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Chapter 16 -- Part I
From Billy’s viewpoint​

It seemed like every time I left Justin’s house my fucking balls were drained, my cock exhausted and my brain in turmoil. That Wednesday night was no different.

Things had gone great until the phone rang and Jess started telling Justin about his dreams of “our future.” Dreams were all they were.

When Jess finally hung up, Justin and I talked. He said I had to be honest with Jess. He said he couldn’t respect me if I couldn’t be honest with my best bud. I knew Justin was right, but that was going to be a really hard talk. If I told Jess that I was sure I was fucking gay, he’d immediately think he and I were going to be friends and lovers for eternity. He seemed to be on this huge romantic trip.

But telling him I was gay was going to be nothing compared to telling him I didn’t fucking love him. And to explain that so he’d understand, I needed to tell him about Justin and me.

Justin agreed that he would be there when I explained things to Jess. Justin had helped us up until now and, even though things had taken an unexpected turn, he still thought he could help. I called Jess from Justin’s room about an hour after he had called Justin. Of course, I didn’t tell him where I was, or that I knew all about his call. I just told him I wanted to talk to him “about us.” He wanted more fucking info right then and there, but I just kept saying, “Tomorrow. 7:30.”

“I’ve got to get going,” I finally told Justin, as I started to get up to gather my clothes.

“Not yet,” he said and kissed me very tenderly on the lips, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his warm hands cupping my ass. “You need a shower before you go.”

Of course, a shower is never just a shower for two horny guys in love. And at that moment I was starting to think that I was in love. And that Justin was, too. I could never say it. But I could think it. Even want it.

Justin turned the shower on nice and warm and we got in together. I washed his back and then his front. What the fuck! Of course, I paid special attention to all the spots I knew would turn him on and by the time I handed him the soap to do me, he was sporting a handsome hunk of wood.

He stood behind me. I’m sure his rock hard cock was drooling with excitement as he began lathering my chest, my pits and nips and finally worked his way down to my cock. By the time he got there, I was rock hard, too. After our just finished session, I wasn’t ready to cum just yet, but I was thoroughly enjoying the feel of his soapy hand stroking up and down the full length of my hard dick as his other hand gently played with my nuts. I just leaned back into him and let him play.

I could feel his straining cock pressed up behind me and I knew he really wanted to fuck me right there in the shower. But I just wasn’t ready for that. I let him rub his long, hard cock between my soaped-up ass cheeks. He was licking and nibbling at my ear and murmuring loving obscenities to me. I was getting really turned on, too. We were both really into it. He’d get real close to cumming and then we’d stop for a minute, his hot cock wedged tight between my buns. I’d squeeze my ass cheeks tight around his dick, feeling the flare of his cockhead and Justin would make a sound like gurgling deep in his chest.

“Don’t tease me,” he murmured more than once and each time I would reach back between my legs and stroke his nuts and my nuts gently with one hand. Our nuts were just hanging there together. Like good friends. I was loving it as much as he did. That action really got Justin cranked.

It was never long before Justin started humping away at my ass again. I was in heaven the whole time as Justin jacked me in time to his thrusts between my cheeks. Thrust, stroke, thrust, stroke, thrust . . . Our slick warm skin pressed together. Sliding across one another. Against one another. The friction was causing lust sparks to fly. My cockhead was so swollen and hard and his soapy fingers kept sliding across its sensitive surface as he played my dick like a fine instrument. I was getting pretty fucking jiggy by this point.

Justin was getting really close and so was I. He pulled back just a little and I thought at first he was going to cum. I was ready to pop and I knew if he sprayed his cream all over my crack and back, I’d blow a wad to remember. But instead, I felt the head of his cock probing my asshole. Trying to find my secret entrance. Trying to get in. Trying to fuck me.

I wanted it as much as he did. He’d told me several times how he dreamed of having his hard cock sliding in and out of my tight ass. It sounded wonderful and, in many ways, my body ached to feel it. Feel Justin buried deep inside me. His hot nine-inch cock. Every hard inch of it buried in me. Burning me up. Fucking me. Ohhhhh! Did I ever want it! But I was scared, too. I really didn’t know fuck about guy sex and something in me kept reminding me I wanted to take my time. To find out more about it before I took this plunge.

But I could feel the urgency in his probing. The need in his hands as they caressed my raging cock and balls. Involuntarily I moved my legs apart just a little more. I could feel the advance of his incredibly hard cockhead. It was pressing forward, but my ass muscles were still too taut. I tried to relax and pushed back against his cockhead as it began to pry its way into my waiting hole.

Then I heard him gasp and stiffen and with that he began to cum. I thought at first he must be in me. I didn’t know how that would feel. How deep he might go. But then I felt his cum on my ass. Next it hit the back of my head. My back. He pushed his cock between my cheeks again and creamed all over my asshole again. I blew my load at last. Catching it in my hand so I could feed it to us, trying to keep the shower water from washing it away. Flexing my ass cheeks tight around Justin’s spurting cock. Enjoying one more fabulous session of sex with Justin. Letting the warm water run over us as we both lapped my hot cum from the palm of my hand.

***

Lying there on my bed that night after leaving Justin’s, I just kept trying to figure things out. Some part of me still couldn’t accept the idea that I was gay. And every time I tried to wrap my mind around that concept, the word “boyfriend” kept echoing in my head. Had I called Justin “my boyfriend” at some point this evening? Or had he called me his “boyfriend?” Or did one of us just use the word and it somehow got stuck in my head? I couldn’t seem to quite remember who had said what to who. It seemed like a key piece of information I needed.

In some ways, being Justin’s boyfriend would be wonderful. But when I tried to fit it into my life . . . the life I had been living for the past 18 years . . . it didn’t fit. It didn’t make sense. I loved being with Justin and the sex was great. But . . . the whole idea just didn’t work.

Or did Justin say he wanted me as his boyfriend? That seemed sort of cool at one level. I mean, Justin is so cool, so hot, such a great all-round guy that if he thought I was boyfriend material, it meant that I was . . . What? Fucking hot, too? Or just queer? It brought me right back to where I started.

I wanted both my old life and this new life with Justin. But they didn’t fit together. Not in my school. Not with my friends. Not with my folks. Not in this town.

If Justin and I could never be boyfriends, what was I telling Jess? You’re my best bud, but I don’t love you. I’d already told him that. Best buds but no sex? I’d told him that, too. But if Justin heard Jess right, my so-called date had blotted all of those conversations from Jess’ mind. Jess was in love. With me! Fuck. Gay love with Jess? That didn’t make any more sense than being Justin’s boyfriend. But god was I loving the sex and spending time with Justin. Just the two of us.

If I was gonna talk to Jess tomorrow, I was sure glad Justin was going to be there to help. I didn’t have a clue what to say.

My mind was exhausted. I lay back on my bed and let my fingers go to work. As my fingers wrapped around my hardened cock, I flooded my mind with images of Justin and me doing just about everything. Jacking off. Rimming. Sucking. And fucking. Me fucking his sweet ass. Him plowing mine.

Despite its earlier exploits that evening, my cock seemed ready to give me one more blast. It was hard and hot in my hand as my mind conjured Justin’s smiling face coming in for a landing on my cockhead. His lips were opening to let me into to that warm, slippery fuckhole in his face. Suddenly the twins were on either side of him. I’d never even met the twins, but, in my mind, there they were. Their hard cocks in hand, ready to cum. And so was I. I groaned. I tossed my shoulders back and forth and stiffened my legs. I beat my tired cock frantically and then at last my cum started to flow. It just poured from the tip of my cock down over my fingers, flooding my pubes and flowing over my balls.

I used both hands to scoop up what cum I could and rubbed it all over my cock. I rubbed stringy, thick, warm cum on my balls. I could feel where it had run down between my ass cheeks. I started to lube up my asshole with it, remembering the shower and how Justin had almost fucked me that night. But I was too tired to pursue that tonight. I drifted off to sleep. Asleep at home. Sleeping in my own bed. Sleeping in my own cum. The way my life had always been. Nothing changed.

* * *

At school the next afternoon between classes, I saw Jess heading toward the boy’s room and I followed. It was crowded with guys taking a quick pee before classes started again. I pulled up to the urinal beside his and whipped it out to pee.

“Hi, Jess. I know I told you to come by about 7:30 tonight,” I said calmly as I could, “but could you make it 6 instead? My folks are gonna be out tonight, so we can have a little privacy at my place for a change.”

He beamed and said in a whisper, “I’m ready now, if you are.”

“Whoa, cowboy. Let’s keep it at 6.”

I saw Jess look all around. I looked to see what he was checking out and realized that the place had completely emptied out. Everyone had rushed to make their next class. We were alone. As I stuffed my cock back in my jeans, Jess turned towards me. He was going to kiss me. He hadn’t even put his own cock back in is pants.

I pulled back and said, “Later. Keep that for later. You don’t want to get caught with your dick out here. I’ll see you at my place at 6. The door will be open. Just let yourself in and come on up to my room.”

He leaned toward me as if to try to kiss me again and I stepped back. “Later,” I said more firmly and turned to go. I wanted to wash my hands so bad just then, but I wanted to escape even more. I didn’t feel good about what I had just done, but I didn’t see another way out. Everything seemed to be spinning out of control.

Continued tomorrow . . .

 

[harry113]

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Thanks, great continuation!
It's all getting hotter & more confusing for the guys. Can they work things out without one of them getting badly hurt? I do hope so....
Harry

 

[muzakified]

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Lovin that shower scene... steamy

 

[kcm17480]

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Outstanding and very scorchin hot. Harry is right about the confusing part. I don't think I would want to be in their place.

 

[coloradobottom]

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I've read this story all today. I'm setting on the edge of my chair waiting for the next chapter. It is so hot, and intense my words won't do it the justice it deserves.

 

[JustForSee]

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omg...poor jess, all the things that are happening without him knowing...

great drama! great sex! great story!

 

[Paulo68]

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.....and when the heartbreak comes.....
Poor Jess. Doesn't even see it coming. I'm feelin for ya!

Justin and Billy are on fire.

Good goin HR.

 

[hardreader]

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Chapter 16 -- PART II
From Billy's viewpoint​

When I got home after school, I was surprised to find my parents still there. They should have left an hour ago. My mom was in the kitchen cleaning up.

“Your father and I are running just a little late. He’s supposed to be getting ready, but I haven’t heard him turn the shower on yet. All I need to do is decorate these cupcakes,” my mom said, gesturing to a couple dozen cupcakes on a cooling rack.

“I have a friend coming over to study this afternoon. I hope that’s OK,” I said.

“Jess is coming over?” she asked.

“No, not Jess. It’s Justin,” I said.

Then we had to go through the whole routine about how she’d never heard me mention his name. Where did he live? Who were his parents? When . . .

Before she could get really rolling with the questions, there he was at the door.

“Come on in,” I said, opening the door and introducing him to my mom. I quickly told her we were going up to my room.

“What’s the hurry? I’d like to get to know your new friend a little,” she said, turning from her cupcakes to give Justin a good look up and down. If she hadn’t been my mom, I would have sworn she was checking him out.

“Sit down at the counter with my Billy and keep me company for a few minutes. What have you got there?” she asked, pointing to a large bag he was carrying.

“Art supplies I bought on my way over here,” Justin said as he pulled out a stool and sat at the counter.

“I didn’t know you were into painting,” I said.

“More into drawing than painting, but I am doing some painting, too,” he said.

“I’d love to see it someday. What kinds of things do you paint . . . I mean draw?” my mom said, turning back to her cupcakes. She was asking just the question I wanted to ask.

“Most subjects that I draw are very hard,” he said, stressing the word “hard” and reaching for my crotch. I jumped in surprise and nodded toward my mom, who still had her back to us as she worked on her cupcakes. The expression on my face should have clearly indicated I didn’t want him to do that in front of her, but he ignored it. “I’m practicing some new techniques, but I don’t think that a lot of people are going to be turned on by my work, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, yes. I love art of all kinds.” Then she launched into the standard mother-quizzing-son’s-new-friend routine, her back still turned toward us. Justin smiled at me and smoothly unzipped my shorts. My cock was in his hand before I could stop him.

My mother chatted on and Justin chatted back, all the time stroking my now hard cock. Even if she turned around, I realized, she wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing behind the counter. And I could hear the shower running, so dad wasn’t going to walk in on us either.

I really wanted this all to end, but I couldn’t think just how. I could feel my pre-cum leaking, giving Justin all the lube he needed to stroke me nice and smooth, He was working my cock splendidly, turning his closed fist around my engorged cockhead, hitting all the sensitive points with an extra little wiggle of his fingers. Then stroking my full eight inches, spreading my pre-jizz around.

Having my mother standing right there seemed to excite me even more. I’d never been caught jerking off or anything like that, but I had thought about it and what it would be like. Now that the possibility was so real, I was surprised how turned on I was by it. I really am sick, I thought. But god this is a fucking trip.

Justin was getting me closer and closer. I knew I couldn’t cum. Not there. Not then. There’d be a mess. A big mess from what I could feel building up in my nuts. And the smell. And . . .

My mother turned around and looked first at me and then at Justin. Straight in the eyes. Justin’s hand froze where it was – mid stroke. Then my mom started coming toward us. All the way to the counter where we were sitting. She put both of her hands palms down on the counter, not seeming to notice that Justin’s hand was still in my lap.

“What a nice friend I think you’ll make for my Billy. It looks like the two of you are hitting it off really well. I hope we see a lot more of you, Justin. Don’t you, Billy?”

I stammered. And finally spit out, “Oh, yeah. I’d like to see a lot more of Justin and I think I will.”

“That’s good dear,” she said and turned back to her cupcakes.

Justin took that as license to start jacking me off again. What he didn’t seem to realize was that the whole time my mother was standing not three feet away from us, with his hand wrapped around my fast-leaking, rock-hard, ready-to-blow cock, her very presence was about to send me over the edge. At that moment I heard the water in the shower being turned off.

I quick scooted my chair away from Justin and his hyperactive hand, saying, “Careful, Justin. You almost got me off my stool. I think we should start studying before we run out of time.”

“How do we get to your room from here,” Justin asked with a smirk on his face as he nodded toward my raging hard-on. It was way too big to get back in my shorts now. “If you’ll carry this for me,” he said handing me his drawing supplies, I’ll just follow you.”

“Yep, we better get going,” I said, Justin’s bag strategically held in front of me and my big boner. The idea of flashing my mom while she wasn’t looking popped into my mind. It was a stupid idea, but I almost did it. Thank god I didn’t, because at that moment she turned to shake hands with Justin.

He started to reach out with his right hand, which at the last second he realized was still covered with my pre-jizz. He was so cool. He just took a step back from her, raised his other hand in a little wave and said, “Nice to meet you,” as he turned to follow me to my room.

Once safely in my room, I tried to catch my breath and managed to get my still hard cock back in my shorts. My hard-on was still completely obvious, but at least I wasn’t standing there dripping pre-cum in front of everyone.

I wouldn’t feel safe until my folks were gone and that couldn’t be too soon for me.

I was leaning back against my desk when I heard my parents’ car pull away a short time later. Justin was sitting at the foot of my bed. We each let out a long sigh of relief as the noise from the car's engine faded away and we were left alone together at last.

"Now let's get it on," I said. After all Justin's teasing downstairs in front of my mother, my sexual energy was surging. I mean, that was fucking hot, his jacking my meat right in front of her, well, behind her. But she was right there. I'd been scared shitless and hard as a rock. I'd almost cum right in front of my mother. Justin had all but jacked me off in the kitchen. What if I had cum? What if he'd misjudged and I'd shot a big load right there under the counter while my mom decorated cupcakes on the other side? God, I was getting fucking hot and bothered thinking about it. But now I was ready for some unencumbered sex with Justin.

We had a lot of shit I wanted to talk to him about before this fucking evening came to a climax, but for now I wanted my own climax. I just really needed to unload. Get my nut and then we could get serious. But first I needed a really major cum.

I hurried over to Justin and threw my arms around him, planting a big kiss on his lips. My tongue was trying to force its way into his mouth. My crotch pushed itself against his crotch. Rotating. Humping. His lips remained closed tight. His hips still.

I wanted us to be together. He pulled away.

“What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing really. But you've got a lot to learn," he said.

"Like what?"

"Like how boyfriends act. How they treat each other. If you're going to be my boyfriend," Justin said, "I want to be treated right. Sure, we can 'get it on,' but I want something more just now."

I thought he probably was going to try to fuck me again like he did in the shower. He lightly wrapped his arms around me, nestled his face in my neck and just hugged me. I hugged him back and started to rub my hard cock against his crotch.

"Slow down," he whispered in my ear. "Just hold me for a few minutes."

This had never occurred to me. Being with Justin had been about sex. Sometimes it was hard and hot, sometimes slow and gentle. But it was always sex. Now he wanted what? To cuddle?

I held him and inhaled the smell of his hair. So fresh and clean. I leaned into him. I couldn't help it. I was so fucking hard. I tested what was OK by starting to slowly stroke his back and gently massage his shoulders. I expected a low groan and a thrust from his cock, which I could feel was hardening, too.

Instead he started to whisper in my ear how much he liked to be held . . . held by me. How much he liked spending time with me . . . not the sex, just being together. How he felt we were growing closer and closer. How we could grow to be such awesome boyfriends.

He'd said that word again. It must have been him who talked about being boyfriends. That was the best thing I could have heard. If you'd asked me 10 minutes earlier how I would have reacted to that news, I would have told you that I'd rip his clothes off him and shove my cock down his throat. But just now, as I heard him say "grow to be such awesome boyfriends," I turned to mush in his arms. I felt like I was melting into him, maybe melding into him. Like we were becoming one as we stood there leaning into each other. He started to kiss my neck and then my face.

I felt warmed by those kisses and ran my hands across his back and down to his ass. I didn't squeeze those beautiful buns, I just explored them through his jeans, enjoying the obvious pleasure he was taking from this time together.

"Let me just look at you," Justin said, pushing me back from him gently. As he looked, his hands gently stroked my neck, my chest and then my abs. I was turned on in a way that I hadn't previously experienced. This was no sexual frenzy. It was something more. We were connecting in mind and in spirit and . . . yes, I can't deny it, in lust, too. This was a huge turn-on, but in such a quiet, calm way. I suppose if one of us had been a girl, you could have called this romantic. But it was just Justin and me, touching, holding, kissing.

"I think I love my new boyfriend," Justin said, looking at me. I sensed he was waiting for my reaction to the L word.

I couldn't help but smile. I wanted to tell him I loved him, too, but the words didn't come out that way. "My boyfriend," I finally said in an almost girlish way that I hated as soon as the words left my lips. I'm not girlish. I'm not!

I took Justin in my arms and held him tight. I wanted to . . . to go back to just sex. That was so much easier. I knew how to do that. I think Justin could sense the way I was feeling and whispered, "It's OK. This is OK. Boyfriends can care about each other. It may be different for each of us, but we each care in our own way."

My mind made a sudden leap and I could see Jess' face as clearly as though he was there, watching Justin and me in this embrace. From the look I saw on Jess' face, I knew he was horrified at seeing Justin and me in each other's arms. It would kill him if he knew. If he actually saw us this way together. I hugged Justin even harder. "What about Jess?" I asked.

"We'll tell Jess about us . . . tell him together. He'll understand. It may take him time, but he'll understand when he sees we really are boyfriends . . . you and me," Justin said in such a soothing tone. I noticed he didn't say "love" again. I was glad he didn't. I guess I still had my limits, even if they were shifting.

And then Justin started to tell me how much he liked my mother, how glad he was to see my room, where I lived, how I lived. It made me even more real, more important to him, he said. He was talking in this incredibly quiet voice that I got lost in, only half hearing the words. Mostly just enjoying the comfort of his company.

As we passed the time, mostly his talking about me, us and sometimes him. I don't know when or how, but he was now leaning back against my desk. I was turned around, my back toward him. Had he turned me around? I was leaning back against him, one of his arms wrapped around me. His right hand had slipped down the opened front of my jeans. I swear I don't remember that happening. He had wrapped his thumb and index finger around the base of my hardened cock. His other fingers cupped lightly on my balls. He was gently moving his hand up and down. I realized I could feel the underside of my cockhead rubbing against his arm somewhere above his wrist. My cockhead was very sensitive and so hot and hard. I was getting very turned on, but in a very passive way.

"Just stay relaxed," Justin said and his tongue, very wet and very warm, slithered into my ear. I groaned at last and Justin pulled me tighter to him. I noticed for the first time . . . this was so unlike me not to have noticed immediately . . . that Justin's hard cock was pressing into my ass cheeks. I gently leaned back into his enormous cock and heard him groan and then he tensed. He didn't thrust, he only pushed his hard cock against me and I knew he had cum.

I realized I was cumming, too. My warm cum was filling my jeans as it flowed down my cock, over, around and through Justin fingers, giving me a pleasure in orgasm different than any I had known. Justin wasn't stroking my cock, just gently squeezing, releasing, squeezing, releasing . . . My cum continued to flow as I felt absolutely complete here with Justin in my room. It wasn't like we were having sex as much as . . . What? . . . How to describe it? . . . We were having each other.

As the seconds passed and I started to come out of the moment, Justin straightened behind me and eased his hand from my cock, saying, "Now that's what boyfriends can do."

I turned and kissed him, our tongues greeting each other in playful passion in each other’s mouths. What a moment that had been. We really had become boyfriends.

Continued tomorrow . . .

 

[RhodanP]

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Great story!!!!! I would give you five stars and more.

 

[Paulo68]

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The difference between making love and fucking.

I read this at 8am on a Friday....and it has made my day.
Thanks Boys.

 

[JustForSee]

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i'm only thinkin' about jess.

lol

 

[kcm17480]

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All I can say is that this story is really incredible. I didn't think this story would become romantically erotic. Great writing.

Thanks,
Ken

 

[jaydizzo]

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i'm only thinkin' about jess.

lol

im feeling for him more and more. i want everyone to be happy in this story but it seems like Jess is gona be the odd ball out hurt even more

good story tho keep it coming HR

 

[hardreader]

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Chapter 16 -- Part III
From Billy's viewpoint​

Unfortunately, Justin wasn’t completely distracted by our little boyfriend sexcapade.

“We’ve got to talk about Jess before he gets here,” Justin said as he offered me the chance to lick the last of my cum off his fingers.

Justin thought I should tell Jess that I didn’t love him, couldn’t be his boyfriend, but still wanted to be his best bud.

“How am I going to do that? I can’t have a boyfriend and a best bud. That doesn’t make any sense,” I said rather angrily.

“If we were straight, instead of gay, you could have a girlfriend that you cared very much about, probably have sex with and share a lot of stuff with. And you could have a best friend that you hung out with, shared all your deepest thoughts and concerns with, shot the shit with and hung out with all the time. The two don’t have to be exclusive. Guys – gay guys – can have both. I know they can,” Justin said as though he were arguing a case in court.

“But . . .” I said, “straight guys aren’t getting blowjobs from their best bud.”

“And neither will you. If you’re going to be my boyfriend, you’re not going to be fucking around with other guys, including Jess. Or with other girls either,” he said.

“Hmmmm,” was my only reply. Then, after a long pause I added, “OK.”

We talked some more about what sort of fantasy world Jess was living in. How he could concoct this reality of him and me in his head that never had and never would exist. Justin seemed to think that all Jess’ fantasies would vanish when we told him the simple truth. For Justin, the truth overcame all obstacles. I wasn’t so sure. Not so fucking sure at all.

***

With the heavy shit behind us and some time to kill, I asked Justin about his art, hoping that the hard subject he’d been drawing was me. It was, he said.

I was so sure that was what was in the bag that I rushed over and pulled out the big sketchpad inside. But as I flipped it open, I realized it was brand new and completely empty.

“I couldn’t bring them with me. Suppose your mother had done what you just did and inside she’d found her Billy boy’s cock all big and hard and spurting cum. I don’t think she would have liked my art too much. It was just too risky. But I’ll show you soon.”

I told him how much I’d really like to see it and wanted to know how big the drawings were? Where they were? When he drew them? And did he ever draw himself? I really wanted a drawing of Justin, naked, hard and hot. Cumming! Fucking cumming!

“I never draw myself, but I did bring you a present of sorts,” he said. “It’s in the bottom of the bag.”

In the bottom of the bag, I found another smaller bag wrapped tight around something oddly shaped. I pulled it out and looked at it suspiciously. Nothing printed on the bag. “Can I open it now?”

“Of course,” he said. “It’s for you.”

It was just a brown paper bag. I opened it and looked in. I could see something long and black, but couldn’t tell what it was. I pulled it out and when I saw what it was I sort of freaked.

“Fucking A, Justin. You brought me a plastic prick?”

Justin looked a little hurt by my reaction and told me he’d brought it as part of my education. It had been given to him by the twins and had been molded from the cock of some porn star I’d never heard of. Justin told me it was almost the exact same size as his. I thought he might be exaggerating his own endowment a bit.

I took a second look at it. Holding this dismembered cock in my hand, it looked huge. And black. And hard.

“So you want to fuck me with this thing?” I asked.

“It’s a dildo Just a dildo And no, I don’t care what you do with it, but I thought that as our sex play progressed at least one of us was probably going to end up . . . you know . . . getting fucked.” He looked at me to see my reaction. I was just staring at it still. “I mean ‘fucked’ in a good way,” he added as an afterthought.

“Not me. This isn’t going up my ass, man. And neither are you. I’m not going there,” I said.

He kept reassuring me that he didn’t expect me to do anything with it. It was purely educational.

“So have you ever used it?” I asked.

No, he never had. He’d fucked both of the twins more than once, but he’d never been fucked. Virtually every muscle in my body flinched, including my dick and asshole, when he said he’d fucked the twins. It surprised me. And sort of hurt. Of course, he’d told me about turning 18 and made it perfectly clear that the sex didn’t stop there. But I’d never thought about him fucking some other guy . . . make that guys.

“So are you a top or a bottom?” he asked.

“You mean do I like to fuck or get fucked.”

He nodded.

“I never really thought about it,” I said. But, of course, I was lying. He knew that immediately.

“If I’m going to be your boyfriend, we have to be honest with each other,” he said and waited for my honest reply.

I told him that once or twice, when his hard cock had been pressed up against my ass for one reason or another, I had thought he wanted to fuck me.

“And how did you feel about that?” he asked.

“OK, I guess. I mean it’s a turn-on to realize a guy wants to fuck you. It’s like a compliment. Like he thinks you’re hot. I guess I thought it was OK. . . . Someday. Not today. I’m not sure. Not ready. Is that OK with you?”

“Sure. I understand completely. And believe me, I didn't come here to slide my hard dick up your ass today. It is one hot ass and you are one hot guy. I know I like being a top. The twins taught me that. They said I got an “A” in ass fucking.” He gave me his sheepish grin. “And I think I want to bottom, but only with the right guy. Screwing someone else is one thing, but you only give up your cherry once. I want it to mean something.”

“I think we’re about the same. Except I’ve never fucked anyone. Not yet,” and I tried to match him sheepish smile for sheepish smile. “But I know someone I might like to experiment with before too long. When the time is right.” We both just smiled at each other for a while and finally I asked, “So, tell me honestly, why’d you bring the dildo?”

“I thought maybe you’d let me show you what it’s going to be like when we finally do it,” he said.

“Who does what to whom? And remember, be honest.”

“When I finally make it with you.”

“You mean, when you fuck my ass?” I asked.

He dropped his head and said very quietly, “Yes, I guess so.”

“What if we try it on you today instead. Why don’t you find out what it’s going to be like when I get your ass? Cuz I think that’s what’s gonna happen first, boyfriend.” Now I was grinning ear to ear and swinging that big old black plastic dick back and forth in front of him.

We talked a little more about where all this was heading. That we both wanted to at least try both giving and taking. Exploring what we liked. What we wanted. Not rushing. But waiting till the time was right. We had plenty of fun stuff to keep us busy until the moment was right.

Justin leaned toward me and planted a big old wet kiss on me and said, “I want to practice . . . now.”

Within just a few minutes we had him and that rubber dick lubed up and I was going from working two fingers up his ass to three. He was telling me step but step what to do so as not to hurt him. I realized right then and there that I ought to thank the twins. They were making this easier for both of us.

When it came time to trade my fingers for the big black dick, I was careful to have Justin lay on his back with his head toward the foot of the bed. I lifted his legs and rested them on my shoulders. I could see his asshole twitching in anticipation. Opening and closing. It looked like it was winking at me.

I pressed the dildo’s head against Justin’s rosy opening and waited until he told me it was OK. When he did, I began to push slowly, but his butt wouldn’t give. He winced. I stopped.

He reached down and took the dildo in his own hand and tried again. It was going in. It was so cool to watch. When he had the whole head in, he waited.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

So far so good. Just a little pain, he said. And then he started working the cock back and forth in small thrusts. At first I didn’t think it was going in, but there it went. Slowly at first and then faster and deeper. There it was, all the way in and Justin let out a little grunt of pleasure. And then another.

He started thrusting it in and out and as he did he rocked his body. He groaned. His face turned to a look of pure lust. I was still kneeling with his legs over my shoulders. My cock rock hard and dripping pre-cum down on to his massive hard cock. His cock looked harder than mine did and I couldn’t imagine anything being harder than my cock right then.

“You do it now,” he said, removing his hands.

I took the dildo in one hand and my cock in my other and I started to thrust and pump them in the same cadence. My cock was right at his ass crack. Right there with the dildo Justin raised his head and could tell I was jacking my meat. He couldn’t see me working the dildo in his ass, but he knew immediately that I was beating my meat to its fuck tempo.

He took his own cock in one hand and joined in. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was like watching three cocks at once. It was like I was fucking my boyfriend for the first time, because somewhere in my head that’s exactly what I was doing. And he was watching and wanking, too.

I was in fucking sex heaven. I threw my head back in pure pleasure and as I did I saw him. Jess, standing there in the door. At that same moment, unaware we were being watched, Justin said, “I’m gonna cum, Billy. I’m gonna cum now.”

Justin looked at me and saw I was looking at . . . what did I see behind him? It didn’t matter. It was too late. He was cumming and nothing could stop him. And it was classic Justin. His cum, huge shots of it, flying everywhere. Splattering off him and me and whatever.

“Me, too,” I said looking right into Jess’ eyes. "I'm cumming. Cumming. Fucking cumming.”

Jess stood there silently watching. Crying as my cum flowed down over my cock. And I just went on stroking. Cumming and stroking. And staring at Jess as Jess stared at us, all sweaty and cum covered. He was really crying.

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[thermodynamics]

Re: I Thought I Knew

Once again, Great Story!

But I do really feel like Jess is going to get really left out, when he dreamed about sooo much with Billy.

 

[Kyanimal]

Re: I Thought I Knew

If I had walked in on a scene like that, I might be crying, too! But ... in my case ... it would be from shear JOY!!!

O.K. ... I'm being an "insensitive" Dick! (Down!, "Animal"!!)

I can't possibly imagine what is going through Jess's mind! At this point, He must be completely Crushed!! And ... who could possibly blame Him?? Wow! What a "Shocker"!! And what an Abrupt realization of what is truly "going on"!!

But ... since this is a story of past events, and these three Guys still seem to be Friends, today, I am anxiously awaiting the time we will all find out what happened next ... and after that ...

Good Going, HR!!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[GrayFox]

Re: I Thought I Knew

OMG! Cum and tears. Not a good combination.