Date: Mon, 09 Nov 2009 08:24:42 -0500
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy, Chapter 9, Part 1

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 9 -- Part I
From Billy's viewpoint

When I woke up Sunday morning, I was all-alone in my bed. I felt like
shit. I pulled a pillow over my head to block the sun. I wished I could
crawl into a deep, dark cave. No light. No sound. Just me.

As I tried to lull myself back to sleep, I realized I had to pee and, of
course, I had morning wood. I reached for my cock with my right hand. My
jerk-off hand. My cock felt so hard. So warm. So much in need of my
attention. It felt like an old friend as my fingers wrapped around the
shaft. So familiar. It was the only part of my body that felt good. That
could make me feel good.

I slowly stroked my shaft. The whole length. Letting my hand glide over my
rigid cock. Giving a special little squeeze to my hard cockhead. Enjoying
the friction as my hand passed over its smooth, sensitive surface.

I let my left hand run over my silky balls. Still freshly shaved from the
day before. Oh, fucking god, it felt so good.

But I felt like such shit.

I lay there trying to decide whether to jerk off in bed or take a leak. As
bad as I felt, it was a big decision.

As I lay there playing and enjoying the surging sensations from my cock and
balls, little flashes of images from the night before started to come back
to me. They slashed through the darkness and through my pain. They
penetrated the fog of my hangover.

My sluggish brain started collecting them and creating these awful visions
of what had happened at the club. Sexy images, but not what I wanted. What
I was remembering, if it had happened, was . . .

What the fuck had I done?

I lay there trying to calm myself. Then I heard the shower come on. Must be
Justin, I thought. The sound of the running water made me need to pee even
worse.

I dragged my butt out of bed to pee. Standing in front of the toilet, I
could barely force my cock down far enough so that I could piss standing. A
lot of piss went on the floor. Fuck it!

I turned to see Justin, piss still dripping off my swollen cockhead. I just
didn't care. I was a mess, but it was time to face up to whatever I had to
face up to.

When I finally focused on the shower door and looked through the misty
haze, it wasn't Justin in the shower. It was the blond kid from the night
before. Tom! He was in my shower instead of Justin. What a fucking shock on
top of everything else.

My mind was staggering in my head. I had to think. I had to remember. I
hadn't heard Justin leave for his Sunday meeting with his prof. Had he even
come home last night? Had he come home and found me with Tom? What the fuck
had happened here?

Now a whole new bunch of scenarios started forming in my head: I could have
gotten drunk. Fucked around with Tom some at the club. Then moved the
action home, hoping to wrap it up and send Tom on his way before Justin got
back.

So Justin must have come home, found me and Tom in the sack doing . . . ?
Could have been just about fucking anything. Justin got pissed and left and
I was left with Tom and the most unbelievable fucking hangover.

I knew in some part of my fractured mind that it could have happened a lot
of different ways. But I figured that something roughly like that must have
happened, even if I didn't fully remember it. Why else would I be so hung
over? No memory of most of last night . . .

Fuck! I did remember something. Tom and those guys on the dance floor. Did
they really jack him off right in front of everyone?

Things were coming back to me and I didn't know if I wanted to remember.

"How am I going to get home?" Tom called to me from the shower.

"How the fuck should I know? How the hell did you get here?"

"Remember, I drove you in your car? But Justin said it was his and he took
it and left."

Shit on me, I thought. Just shit on me.

"You talked to Justin? When?"

"I don't know. A little while ago. He wanted the keys to the car," Tom
said, still showering.

"Did he find us together?" I didn't want to know, but I needed to know.

"No, I was sleeping on the sofa."

"Where did you sleep last night?" I said as I opened the shower door.

"Damn, man. What's with you? You want some more of this?" Tom said, holding
the base of his hard cock in a tight grasp, making the business end of it
swell obscenely large.

Tom must have been jacking his cock when I yanked open the door. A nice
cock, I have to admit. At any other time it probably would have tempted
me. But just then I had other things on my mind.

"Did we sleep together . . . I mean fuck or anything . . . last night? Here
. . . or at that club?"

"No. I drove you home and you were in no shape to so much as take a piss. I
took your clothes off and dumped you in your bed next to your boyfriend. He
was out like a light.

"I found a pillow and blanket in your closet and slept on the sofa."

"So when did you talk to Justin?" I asked.

"When he got up this morning, he found me sleeping on the sofa. He got as
pissy as you are now. Wanted his keys and took off. So how am I gonna get
home?"

"I don't have a clue," I said and headed back to bed. But I soon realized
no way was I going back to sleep.

So when Tom finished his shower and, I suppose, his morning jerk off, I got
up and took my shower. As the warm water washed over my body, I was a
little relieved at what I had been able to piece together.

I was still drying myself when I heard the phone ring. I hollered for Tom
to answer it. Then I realized it might be Justin and wished I hadn't. It
was already too late. I could hear Tom saying "hello" and then telling
someone that I was just getting out of the shower.

I heard Tom tell the person on the phone his name and then he said, "Oh,
hi, yeah, I drove him home, but I'm stuck here now. That Justin guy took
the only car . . . Yeah, I'll get him."

Thank god it wasn't Justin. I hoped maybe it was Todd. I couldn't really
think who else it could be.

I headed for the phone, drying my shoulders as I went. I knew I was showing
all, but I figured I'd just seen Tom jerking in the shower, so it was no
big deal. And the thought of Todd always turned me on.

As I took the phone from Tom, I pulled on my cock a few times, because
thoughts of Todd were giving me a pleasure buzz. I saw Tom look down at my
thickening cock and he didn't look away. Good, let him look, I thought.

"Hi, Todd, what's up?" I said. I stretched my body. Cracking my back. You
could hear it popping. I pulled on my growing cock some more. Watching
Tom's face drink in the sight of my growing hard-on. I could see in his
eyes that he wanted it. But my mind was picturing Todd's eyes, not Tom's.

"What happened last night?" Todd asked. I could hear concern in his
voice. It worried me.

"I'm not too sure, but I got pretty drunk. Tom brought me home," I said, my
anxiety rising again. My cock starting to go limp. "Why? What's up?"

"Tom did more than bring you home," he said. It sounded like he was sort of
angry or something.

"What do you mean?" I said, wrapping the towel around my waist.

"There are pictures going around of you and Tom at the club last night. And
they're pretty suggestive."

"Oh shit," I said, even though I only meant to think it. "What pictures?
Who took pictures? Have you seen them?" The questions flowed from my
lips. My brain was still a half step behind my mouth.

"I'm looking at one right now. You can't tell who it is, but I recognized
you. You're on the bar, I guess, and Tom's head is in your crotch. I
recognized his hair. It's like taken from over your shoulder."

"Then how could you recognize me? You couldn't see anything but maybe my
chest and abs?" I asked hopefully.

"No one else but probably Justin would even know it was you, but, believe
me, I know what your body looks like. It's you. Plus the guy who sent it to
me wanted to know if it was a picture of the guy I was with at the club
last night. That's why he sent it."

"Did he take it?" I asked.

"No, someone sent it to him and asked if he'd been there when the twink
blew the guy on the bar. He recognized Tom and he thought the guy might be
you," Todd said.

"Shit. What am I gonna do?"

"So, it is you, right?" Todd said, sounding like maybe he was hurt by that.

"Sounds like it. I don't remember a lot about what happened exactly. I was
really drunk. But I guess I did dance on the bar for drinks or
whatever. And I think Tom probably sucked me off."

As soon as I said that, I realized that Tom was still right there
listening. Watching. I'd been so into talking to Todd, I guess my mind had
been focused on what he was saying. It was like the room around me hadn't
even been there.

But now I was looking at Tom and he had a big shit-eating grin on his
face. And he was rubbing his bulging crotch.

"Yeah, I sucked you off good last night. You sure cum a lot," Tom said,
squeezing his cock through his shorts and leering at me. "It was so fucking
hot."

"Get the hell out of here," I yelled at him. "Get the fuck out of my
house."

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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