Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 08:41:11 -0500
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy, Chapter 11

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The upcoming discussion between Billy and Justin has been
very difficult for me to capture. The two do not always agree on who did or
said what to whom, or even when. So you will notice that there are clear
contradictions from one chapter to the next. I am aware of that and can
only hope that when it is laid out this way, perhaps the two of them will
remember it more clearly. And perhaps share that with us.

To help you deal with these contradictions, I have shortened the amount of
material in each chapter. That will allow me to switch from one viewpoint
to the other faster.

I hope you enjoy reading this. It's been a real challenge for the three of
us to pull it all together. Let us know what you think.


The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 11
From Billy's viewpoint

As soon as I got home from Todd's, I could tell Justin had been
cleaning. The dishes were washed and sitting in the drying rack. The
cushions on the couch had been straightened. There were no stray clothes
lying about. This was not a good sign.

I've never been a clean freak and that has bothered Justin ever since
. . . well, since I first started spending most of my time at his parents'
house.

Years ago when I told my mother I didn't want her cleaning up my room
anymore . . . you know, I just didn't want her finding my stuff . . . I
never really did clean. My sheets got washed once every few weeks so they
were always caked with my cum. My clothes were wherever I dropped them. I
usually only did my laundry when I didn't have anything left to wear.

And no one ever said anything about it much until Justin. Sometimes he'd
ask me to help him clean up. That was OK. When he didn't ask and just
cleaned up by himself, it usually meant he was pissed at me about
something.

So seeing the place cleaned up, I figured Justin was probably pissed
because I was so late. I really didn't need any more drama just then. If
only he knew the truth about what I'd been doing. Why I was so late.

Before I could gather my thoughts, I heard him turn the water on in the
shower. I stood completely still. Not wanting him to realize I'd finally
gotten home. I didn't want him to hear me.

I didn't move, or hardly even breath, until I was sure he had gotten in the
shower. I could tell by the change in sound the water made as it hit his
body.

I gathered my nerve and went silently into the bedroom. Our bedroom. Our
bed was stripped of the old sheets and the blanket was neatly folded beside
the stacked pillows. I sat on the foot of the bed and buried my face in my
hands. I needed to pull myself together.

After a few moments, I remembered a phrase that I began repeating over and
over in my mind. "The truth is easier to tell than a lie." Keeping that
thought and no other foremost in front of me, I pulled off my shoes and
socks. Stood. Unbuttoned my shorts and let them crumple around my ankles.

I cupped my loose hanging nuts in one hand. I could feel the dampness where
my ball sac met my thighs. I ran the other hand through my pubes and
stroked my cock.

This sounds kinda odd to me just now, but I smelled my hands. There was the
musky smell guys get. It can really be a turn-on for me, but just then it
only reminded me I needed a shower, too.

That brought my thoughts full circle to Justin and what I had to say. My
gut went tight and it was hard to breath. I tried to gather my thoughts,
but couldn't. Before too long, I guess I was thinking over and over again,
"The truth is easier to tell than a lie."

I stepped out of my shorts that were still gathered around my ankles and I
headed toward the bathroom door. As I went, I shed my shirt. Letting it
fall to the floor just before I turned the knob and went into the bathroom
. . . and to Justin and my future. I was completely naked. Completely
vulnerable.

I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked awful. I looked worse
than I actually felt. My eyes were still puffy and red from crying. I ran
the cold water and splashed some on my face.

Then I turned to the shower. I could see Justin's body through the fogged
glass door. I could see him standing in profile to me. He had to know I was
there, but he hadn't said a word. Probably because he was distracted. I
could pretty well see that he was jerking off. I'd seen him leaning against
the shower wall that way often enough before. His hands free to explore and
pleasure his body and cock.

And there he was. Working his long, hard cock as though I wasn't there. As
though I didn't matter. As conflicted as I was about what I needed to do
and say, seeing Justin like that always charged my cock. And it did
then. He is so fucking hot. And to see him hard, playing with his
cock. Knowing the pleasure he was enjoying. I wanted him so bad.

I was getting hard without even touching myself. I couldn't stop if I
tried. That's just how it was for me and Justin. That's the way it had
always been. And I didn't want that to change. Not ever.

I needed to matter in Justin's life as much as he mattered in mine. I
needed to convince him that the distance that had grown between us could be
closed.

I took another deep breath and opened the shower door. Stepped in. Felt the
first of the warm spray. My cock continued to get harder. Knowing the warm
welcoming feel of the shower and the overpowering presence of Justin was
more than enough.

Justin almost completely ignored me. He continued to lean with his head
against the wall. Only now his hands were still. One cradling his nuts. One
wrapped around his nine inches of hard, wet cock. All of him on display
before me. But the only recognition from him that I was even there was his
stillness.

I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. Firmly but lovingly. I
so wanted to hold him. To be close to him again. Not just physically. But
to be close the way we had been when . . . when things were better.

I didn't want him . . . This part is so hard to explain. I didn't want him
to jerk himself off. It's like he was saying to me that he didn't need me
anymore. I could almost hear him saying to me, "I can take care of myself."

It was kind of like I was jealous. Jealous of the pleasure he got without
me. I don't really know exactly what I was thinking, except that I didn't
want him holding himself. Not then. I needed him.

I brushed his hand away and took his cock in my hand. My heart was
aching. I just needed him so much. Needed him to understand and care and
help me. I pressed my body against his. My cock pressing between his ass
cheeks. My own bare flesh pressing against his warm, soft skin. Both of us
slick from the water. The warm water running over us in rivulets.

Justin felt tense in my arms at first. Not the comforting strength and
softness and sexy . . . Sexy? . . . I don't really know. Just not the
same. I wanted it to be the same. The same as it had been.

In my confusion and frustration and desire, instinct took over. It always
seems to with me. I began to slowly stroke Justin's cock. The way I had so
many times. The way he had taught me. He seemed to be starting to relax in
my arms. His body easing more into mine. His hips gently pushing the hard
flesh of his cock through my fingers.

I pressed my cheek against his cheek. We were about as close together as
two guys can be. Physically at least. I sensed Justin letting go of some
barrier between us. I felt him press his body back into mine. I whispered
in his ear that I loved him.

I waited for a response. Hoping. But only silence and the sound of the
water could be heard. And so I said, "I'll always love you."

To my surprise, he turned his head so he could kiss me gently on the lips.

After that brief but meaningful kiss, he pulled back and looked at me. He
looked very sad. I took him in both hands and turned him toward me. I so
wanted to lavish him with attention. Wanted to let him know how I really
felt about him. Wanted to make everything right between us before I had to
tell him the truth. I wanted him to know I still cared.

But before I could kiss him again, he said, "We need to talk."

The tone in his voice sent a chill through me. He wasn't mad. He wasn't
hurt. Or even distant as he had been so often in recent months. But in my
heart, I was sure he knew where I had been. Knew what I had done. Knew
already what I had to confess.

It was worse than anything I had imagined.

He reached past me and turned the water off. Kissed me once more chastely
on the lips as he slipped past me out of the shower. His still hard cock
rubbed against my leg, sending a surge of need through me.

But my brain and my heart both knew better.

As I stood there, dripping wet and too stunned by what was happening to
move, Justin picked up his towel from the counter and started to dry
himself quickly. Then he went out to the linen closet and got a towel for
me.

I stood in the shower as he handed me the towel.

"Dry yourself and put on some clothes," Justin said in a not unkind
voice. But it was very controlled. Not the warmth and comfort he was so
capable of. This was the voice he used when something unpleasant had to be
said. "We need to talk," he said again.

Then he turned and left me standing in the shower, feeling foolish and
alone.

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I would love to receive comments on this story from
readers. Email me at hardreader2000@aol.com

This is the second book in the "I Thought I Knew" series. It is not
necessary to read the books in order, although Book 1 chronologically
precedes this book. It can be found under the title "I Thought I Knew" in
the High School section. /nifty/gay/highschool/i-thought-i-knew/

The characters in this project are real. The names and some other
identifying information in this story have been changed to conceal the
identities of the characters described. The Copyright for this story is
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