Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 10:09:24 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy, Chapter 7, Part 1

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 7 -- Part I
From Billy's viewpoint

It had been a strange week. Justin and I had gotten along OK. But every day
he kept talking about his professor. That Allen guy. It was, "Professor
Allen had the coolest idea in class today. He . . ." or "Professor Allen is
really powerful and influential and I think he could be really helpful
. . ." or "Professor Allen . . ." some other damn thing I didn't want to
hear about him.

I just wanted to scream. It was clear Justin was really hung up on this guy
and his class. I could tell he was also probably turned on by him, although
he never said anything directly. Justin just seemed to idolize this guy all
of a sudden. Sure I'd heard Justin talk about him before, but this past
week . . . oh my god.

I also knew that Justin had been dragging out a lot of old drawings. I'm
sure he didn't want me to know. But I could tell that stuff had been moved
around when I wasn't there. It was always put back, but I could tell things
had been moved around, even in the mess we've got in this place.

I just hoped he wasn't planning to sell them. And if he was, he better
fucking well ask because they were almost all drawings of me.

I thought maybe he was gonna try to raise money to get me a new car. But if
it meant selling pictures of me jerking off, I could hitch for a while.

On Sunday, Justin went off as usual to work on his weekly project for
. . . Who else? Professor Allen, of course. He'd told me he might be a
little later than usual because he also had a special meeting with
Professor Allen. Sort of "advanced tutoring," I think he called it.

I waited around for him that afternoon, But when Justin didn't show up and
didn't show up back at home, I finally said fuck it and called a friend. A
guy. I know this is going to amaze and astound most of you, but we went to
a movie and sat side by side watching it. We got a pizza and a couple of
brews afterwards. And during all that time, we didn't have sex. I didn't
touch him. We didn't even talk about sex. And he's a good looking guy,
too. Probably hung like a horse. Well, I can dream, can't I?

So, see, every guy I meet, everything I do, everything with me isn't just
sex with guys. I can and do live a normal life most of the time. It just
seems sometimes the way H.R. writes this stuff that it sounds like all I do
is jerk and suck and fuck. Sorry, but I just had to say that.

So now it's the next day. Monday. And Justin's off in class. I'm home for
lunch between classes. The phone rings. It's him. I know the
voice. Todd. My cock leaps and my stomach sinks. Be careful, I think.

I didn't want to make matters with Justin worse than they already were. And
I couldn't figure out yet how to make them better. I knew I didn't need to
be fucking around with Todd this week. I still hadn't figured out how to
tell Justin about the last time.

Todd sounded so excited on the phone. I could hear it in his voice. His
tone was infectious. I could feel my inhibitions fading. When he asked me
if I was busy Saturday, I knew I should say yes. But I said no, I was
free. I didn't even say "we" were free. I needed to put the breaks on this
if it was going where I hoped.

Then he asked me if I had talked with Justin since he left for class today?

"Why? What's going on?" I asked. But before he answered I knew I was
already feeling Todd pull on me.

"We're celebrating. Phil sold the pictures. The pictures of me that you
saw. For a lot of money. A whole lot of money. So we wanted to have a few
friends over Saturday for dinner to celebrate. You'll get a written
invitation and everything. But it's kinda late notice. I knew Phil would
tell Justin in class today and I wanted to tell you. To invite you. To be a
special guest that evening. Can you come?"

"Of course I can come," I told him. My mind, god I'm such a pervert. My
mind thought, of course, I can cum. Images of our last time together
flashed in my mind.

I took a deep breath, trying to get control of myself. My voice may have
been a bit strained, but I managed to say, "And I'm sure Justin can come,
too. Do we need to do anything? Bring anything?"

"No. It's our special treat. It'll be just you guys and our friends Kyle
and Trent. You haven't met them, but you'll love them. They're
crazy. Wild. Almost out of control. OK, so they are out of control a lot of
time. But they're so much fun. It'll just be the six of us for dinner at
our place. Come hungry. And thirsty. And ready to have a good time."

We chatted a little longer and then I had to head for class. As I headed
for school Todd's words ". . . ready to have a good time." Echoed in my
brain. I could only hope. But I shouldn't. I couldn't let it happen again.

When I got home later that afternoon, Justin was already there. We'd hardly
seen each other since Saturday. He'd left early to meet his professor
Sunday morning and I hadn't come home from the movie and pizza until
late. He was already asleep and I had left him that way. I just jerked off
quietly beside him in bed and then drifted off.

So when I walked in the door Monday afternoon, the first words out of
Justin's mouth were, "Just before Professor Allen's class started today
. . ." I thought I might hit him. It made me so crazy. I didn't want to
hear another fucking word about Professor Allen.

Fortunately before I could say anything, he finished, ". . . Phil invited
me . . . I mean us . . . to dinner at their place Saturday. They're
celebrating that Phil sold those pictures we saw."

"For a lot of money," I cut in. "I know, Todd called and told me."

We got talking about the pictures and trying to guess how much they might
have gotten for them. It sure sounded like it must have been a lot. Then we
realized we didn't have a clue how much a lot might be for such a
thing. And we weren't sure if it would be too rude to ask. We'd just have
to wait and see.

There was a lull in the conversation and I could see Justin, with his head
down, his shoulders flexing forward and back, his mind so obviously
churning. Usually when he looked that way, it meant he was trying to find
just the right words to say. At last he looked up and said, "Professor
Allen says my drawings could be worth a lot of money, too. He wants to work
more closely with me. Help me develop. And maybe help me sell my art."

"Not the pictures you've drawn of me," I said defensively. The conversation
that followed was strained, at best. And probably the best thing about it
was it was fucking brief.

The rest of the night it seemed every time one of us said something, it
struck the other the wrong way. Well, maybe this would pass, I thought
hopefully. Just try not to make it worse.

The days went by and other than the repeated references to Professor Allen
and how wonderful he was, things went OK. There was some strain. I know I
kept thinking I should tell Justin about me and Todd. Put it behind me. But
each day just seemed like the wrong day.

On Friday, I was home for lunch again when Todd called. Not so excited this
time. He wanted to know if I had heard that the dinner for tomorrow night
was off. Phil had a special project to do for Professor Allen. Some sort of
a surprise all-nighter. Todd figured Justin was probably gonna have to stay
for it, too.

I hadn't heard, but Todd said if Justin and I were free - or if it was just
me - that he and Kyle and Trent were going to a really hot new club and we
- or I - were welcome to join them. "I think it's your kind of place and
you're gonna love Kyle and Trent. Get them in a club like that and they're
crazy, wild animals. They attack young prey and devour it. You never know
what they'll do."

No big surprise, come Saturday night and I'm headed off alone to meet Todd
and his friends at a club I'd never heard of. We weren't meeting until 11
because the place didn't really get going till about then, according to
Todd.

Knowing that Todd was sure to look like he stepped out of an ad in some
expensive men's magazine, I wore my hottest jeans - the same jeans I'd worn
that first night at the bar. I wondered if he'd noticed. And if he did, I
hoped it would be a good thing. I'd sprung for a new shirt, too. It fit
tight and showed off my chest and abs, which were starting to look a lot
better than they had in recent months.

I'd also done something I hardly ever do. I'd decided to wear some sexy
underwear. I don't know why. I just did. I had a pair of N2Ns I'd never
even taken out of their plastic package. They were
white. Sheer. See-through. With this pouch that sort of holds your cock out
in front of you. Even if you're soft. Like a sling or something. It feels
like someone is holding your cock in his hand. It feels fucking sexy just
standing in them. When you move, it feels even better, like that hand
that's holding you is sort of bouncing your cock up and down in its palm. A
fucking turn-on!

They'd been a gift from someone at the party H.R. had thrown for Justin and
me a couple of years ago. And I'd never worn them. I hadn't realized what I
was missing. They kept me half hard all the time and that only made my
jeans look even hotter.

When I finally found this bar in an old, run-down warehouse section south
of downtown. I could tell from the cars outside that I wasn't too early. It
was a lot hotter club than I had expected. Particularly since I'd never
heard of it. I was surprised to find such a cool space inside.

Todd was sitting at a large table with two guys I assume were Kyle and
Trent. Todd stood to greet me as I approached the table. I could see that
he was wearing the same jeans he'd worn that first night, too. What kind of
a message was that? I guess I should know, since I was sending the same
message. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but I hoped not.

Anyway, I thought it was a good sign and my cock hardened seeing Todd. In
those jeans. Yeah, I was getting pretty fucking hard.

It looked like half a dozen fresh beers - the imported ones Todd and Phil
drank - had just been brought to the table. Todd told me to help
myself. Drinks were on him tonight.

Kyle and Trent and I were introduced. They looked like pretty normal guys
to me. I don't know what I was expecting, but something more flamboyant, I
guess. More exotic. They were just guys. My age. Maybe a little
older. Dressed in jeans and t-shirts. They looked great, but were no match
for Todd. Or even me, I thought. I smiled inside.

We were talking about typical shit when Kyle nudged Trent and nodded toward
the door. There was this little blond kid walking in alone. Todd leaned
over and whispered in my ear, "Watch how they hunt and devour this
kid. It'll be crazy wild."

The kid was incredibly cute, with amazing blond hair. Thick and
tussled. And the whitest teeth. I couldn't miss that smile even from where
I was sitting.

I was glad the club was as well lit as it was, because it gave me a good
view of this kid as he walked toward our table. He was maybe 5' 7'. Slim,
but not skinny. He was wearing a white kind of gauzy shirt with a
collar. Maybe it was linen. Real like full of wrinkles. It was hanging open
showing off a beautiful tan and what appeared to be tight pecs and a
suggestion of a six-pac.

His cargo shorts were riding so low I could see a hint of pubes that must
have been trimmed to just above his cock. He was dressed the way I
like. Commando.

I'd be only too happy to meet this kid.

"His name's Tim, I think," Todd said quietly in my ear. "They know him and
I really don't. I've just seen them with him before. If they go as crazy as
they did last time, you're in for quite a little show.

When the kid got to our table, he talked with Kyle and Trent for a minute
or two. I couldn't really hear enough to follow the conversation. Then they
got up and headed for the dance floor. The three of them.

Todd leaned in so he could talk right into my ear, telling me to watch his
friends on the dance floor. They tended to do crazy shit, he said.

He didn't say anything else. He just turned his head a little so he could
watch Kyle and Trent and the blond kid. But he did it without moving his
head away from mine. We were almost cheek to cheek. I didn't mind.

The music never stopped and neither did the dancers. By now, Todd had moved
his head away, but moved his body closer. I could feel his heat and he must
have been able to feel mine. Sitting so close to him was getting me
incredibly hot.

Watching his friends dance with the blond kid wasn't really helping
either. It was almost like watching porn. They were rubbing their bodies up
and down his. Their hands were all over him. Their mouths explored one
another. People danced all around them completely ignoring the groping and
humping and licking and tongue sucking.

As I started another beer, Kyle was dancing face to face with the blond
kid. Their crotches, obscenely thrust out in front of them, rubbed against
each other. Roughly to the beat. But mostly just however their animal
instincts seemed to suggest.

Trent was behind the kid, his crotch humping the kid's ass. The kid was
giving as good as he got.

"Watch this," Todd alerted me. "Watch Trent, if he does what I think he
gonna do."

Nothing happened for a moment except more rubbing, thrusting, touching. I
started to think I must have expected too much. Then I saw Trent's hands
leave the kids hips where they had been keeping his ass moving to their
humping beat.

They were clearly all over the kid's package, although I couldn't actually
see anything. The kid was loving it. I saw his face as he let his head fall
backward. They just danced like that. With Trent's hands clearly in the
kids pants. Clearly stroking his fucking cock and god knows what else.

Eventually, the kid opened his eyes. I saw him looking at Kyle. Smiling
real big. He started kissing Kyle. Passionately. Their mouths open to each
other. You could tell their tongues were tangling in their mouths. They
were grinding their mouths together. Trent kept working on the kids cock
with his hands.

I didn't know what to watch. The kissing. It was incredibly erotic. Or
Trent's hands all over the kid's crotch, which I couldn't really see too
well. Then I realized Trent was opening the kid's cargo shorts. Kyle had
moved his hips back a little to give Trent room to work.

Shit! This was so fucking hot. And I was so fucking hard. These guys were
putting on a live sex show right in front of me.

In just a matter of seconds, the pants were opened. I knew he wasn't
wearing briefs or anything. So Trent's hand could just wrap around from
behind to fondle the kid's cock and nuts, which must now be fully exposed
to anyone close enough to see.

As I watched, I could see the cargo shorts start to slide down the boy's
hips. The kid grabbed the waistband with one hand to hold them up. But
Trent never stopped working on the kid's cock. Just jerking the kid
off. From what I could tell.

Kyle began to pull the kid's shirt back off his shoulders. In another
minute they had the kid stripped naked. No one else, well not many guys,
seemed to take notice. Some guys closest to the action were watching. Some
pretty intently. But not that many.

I was getting really hot watching all this. My cock was hard in my jeans
and I had to readjust it. Once my hand had touched my cock, though, I just
went on rubbing it. I loved the feel of my hand against my aching
hard-on. Todd put one hand on my thigh. I could tell he was working his
cock, too. This was some show his friends were putting on.

At last I saw the kid start to lose any sense of rhythm or beat. His knees
seemed to wobble and he let himself lean back against Trent. Almost as if
he had fainted into Trent's arms. It was then that I could actually see the
kids hard cock in Trent's hands for the first time.

That kid was hung and really hard. Trent was long stroking the kid's cock
as Kyle ran one hand over the kid's abs. Then, as I watched, Trent took his
other hand and cupped the blond kid's nuts. I could actually see his low
hangers dangling in front of his shorts. Trent cupping them and tugging at
them. All in clear view.

I realized now that more people were watching. Some dancers had moved away
and turned to watch, even as they danced.

I knew the kid was about to cum. He was losing any control. I thought I saw
him spasm and Kyle moved in closer to conceal whatever it was that was
actually happening. They just sort of clung to each other for another
minute or two. Vaguely swaying to the beat of some rhythm known only to
them. The three of them in a sweaty embrace. The kid sandwiched between
them.

Then they were headed toward us. The kid was trying to close his cargo
shorts. Kyle was wiping something - I could imagine what -- off his
jeans. Trent was boldly licking his hand. Running his tongue along the
fleshy area where the thumb and index finger meet. I couldn't see the kid's
cum, but I knew it must be there.

As they reached our table, Trent held his hand out to Todd. "You need to
taste this kid," he said. "Fucking amazing jizz."

Todd declined and Trent turned to me as he licked the cum from his hand. I
watched in awe as he licked his lips. And then he said, "You must be the
incredibly sexy and tantalizing Billy we've heard so much about."

"I guess," I said, still shocked by what I had just seen.

As everyone started to take a chair around the table Todd stayed to my
left. Trent to my right. The blond kid was next to Trent and Kyle was next
to Todd.

"I see you still like to put on your little shows," Todd said, directing
his comment to both Kyle and Trent.

"We likes our little shows," Trent said in a silly, high-pitched voice. Not
his own.

I looked over at the blond kid. He looked out of
it. Exhausted. Spent. Dazed. He must have seen me looking at him. He stared
back as best he was able, took a long pull on a beer, and then said to me,
"I don't think I know you. I'm Tom."

That led to introductions where they were still needed and another slug of
beer for everyone. The conversation didn't seem ready to unfold.

Finally, Tom took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair and opened his
shorts again. I could sort of glimpse his cock and pubes. I couldn't miss
his abs. His shirt was fully open to display a great chest. Not all
muscles, but really tight and worked.

Tom apparently was just gonna sit there airing out his crotch. Letting his
still semi-hard cock cool.

I noticed I could smell his cum. Just as the aroma hit my nose, Trent
announced in a loud voice, "Hey Tommy boy, your spunk smells as good as it
tastes. Anyone want to try some?"

Trent reached down into Tom's open shorts and scooped up a thread of cum
from near the kid's neatly trimmed pubes and offered it around the
table. Kyle was the only one who accepted.

After licking Trent's finger clean of Tom's cum, Kyle made a big show of
licking his lips in appreciation for the tasty treat.

Then Kyle looked down toward his own crotch. "I guess I could have served
myself," he said as he appeared to get another sample of cum off the front
of his jeans. "The little bastard came all over me. And I'd just gotten the
cum stains on these jeans the way I like 'em. Thanks a lot, Tom."

Kyle started to laugh. And Todd started laughing. I couldn't help but laugh
too. These guys were sexy as hell, but acted like clowns at the same
time. Within moments, everyone at the table was laughing and drinking and
talking. Of course, I was already drunk and high on all the sex around
me. Including Todd squeezing my hard cock through the fabric of my
jeans. Oh, I loved having his fucking hand on my boner. He was giving it
the most erotic massage.

Todd finally took his hand off my hard-on and reach over Kyle to get a
taste of Tom's fresh cum, sort of as a joke. So I leaned over Trent to get
some and as my hand first touched the kids cock, I jokingly said, "Shit,
there's none left for me."

"Sure there is," the kid said smiling. "Here you go." He reached down and
ran his thumb firmly up the underside of his half-hard cock, causing a nice
dollop of cum to ooze from his cocklips. "There you go," he said to me. I
got a big serving on my fingers and tasted it. Too my surprise, it was as
sweet as my pre-cum. But thick. Really thick.

Soon we were all joking and laughing again. Everyone but the blond kid. He
was sitting there quietly. Seriously. Stroking his cock. He looked like
what he was doing was really important.

Finally, Trent stopped laughing long enough to ask him what he was doing.

"Oh," the kid said with a dead serious expression on his face. "I thought
you guys might like another round." And with that, everyone was laughing
again.

It wasn't 10 minutes later before the kid came again. Splashing two nice
shots of his thick cum all over his chest and abs right there at our
table. With both Trent and Kyle giving him a little assistance.

I suppose most of what was going on wasn't visible to other guys in the
club. But that doesn't mean it wasn't obvious to even the most casual
observer what was happening. Particularly when the kid got up and moved
around the table so we could each take turns licking the cum off his
smooth, tanned chest.

People at tables around us must have seen what was going on, but no one was
saying anything to us. No one was even staring at us.

I knew then . . . I guess I'd known from the start . . . this was going to
me an unusual night. Another unusual night.

And I didn't want it to end any time soon.

To be continued . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 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.
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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
held by Hardreader. The story may not be reprinted or distributed elsewhere
in print, electronically or digitally without the permission of the
author. I would love to receive comments on this story from readers.  Email
me at hardreader2000@aol.com

While you're waiting for the next episode, I hope you'll stay happy. And
stay hard! -- H.R.