Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2009 00:04:28 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew Chapter 11

Chapter 11

From Billy's viewpoint

I let myself sleep late Saturday morning. By the time I got moving, I
really had to hustle to get to school for the swim meet. That meant I had
to choose between getting something to eat and beating off. That's how
little time I had. Stupid me, I picked food.

I always jerk myself off the morning of a meet. Fuck, I get myself off
every morning, but especially on swim meet mornings. The coach gets real
bent out of fucking shape if a guy's sporting wood during a meet. You know,
in our uniform Speedos there's not a lot of extra room.

The coach had told us a thousand times, "It an swim M-E-E-T. Not M-E-A-T. I
don't want you guys out there parading around with your privates not
lookin' so private."

I figured jacking off the morning of a meet was a good precautionary
move. And I always enjoyed it, too.

But not that day.

When I got in the locker room and slipped into my Speedo, I knew
immediately I was gonna be in trouble. The lining in the crotch caressed my
balls and the underside of my cock like an old friend. The tingling
sensation in my nuts started immediately, sending messages straight to my
cockhead. I tried frantically to think where and how I could toss a quick
load, but there just wasn't anywhere to turn.

I tried not to think about it, which helped a little, but my problem was
pretty obvious to anyone who took even a casual glance my way. Fortunately,
the cool water in the pool soon helped to cool things down in my cock
department. I thought I'd probably escape with no major embarrassment.

Then just before my second race, I was looking around to see who was in the
stands. There was Justin. Staring straight at me, or, more accurately,
straight at my crotch. Nothing subtle about it. He noticed me looking his
way and smiled. My cock jumped.

I quickly looked away, trying frantically to see where Jess was. He was
talking to coach and fortunately hadn't noticed. He was oblivious to
Justin, the look, or even my crotch, which was now a growing problem. And I
couldn't get my mind off of it.

You probably don't need for me to describe in too much detail what a horny,
18-year-old's cock looks like when it is stretching out toward its full
eight-inch length. It's hard to keep it confined inside a Speedo that can
only cover about half of it. I turned away from Justin and went to get some
water. I needed to cool down and get my head together. My race was coming
up next.

As I was getting a sip of water, the coach called me over. I tried to look
casual holding a towel in front of my crotch as coach gave me the usual
talk. Gotta win this one. It's important. Better than last week. Stay
focused. Blah, blah, blah. He didn't mention my all too obvious boner.

It was almost time to take my starting position. I caught a glimpse of
Justin from the corner of my eye. He was standing up in the mostly-seated
crowd. Again he starred right at my crotch. When he saw me looking his way,
he reached down with one hand, cupped his cock and balls and casually
played with them for a moment. He was wearing the jeans. My old
jeans. Maybe it was my imagination, but I was sure I could see the cum
stains on the crotch. Our cum stains. Justin's and mine.

Justin was standing there rubbing his crotch through the jeans I had
personally soaked with a huge amount of my boy cum. As I watched Justin put
on his show, my raging cock was all but freeing itself from the fabric of
my tiny Speedo. Before things could get any worse, I dove in the pool.

* * *

"I really fucked up today," I said to Jess as we walked into the locker
room after the meet. Jess had finished second in two important races and
helped a relay team to a first. My performance was even worse than the week
before.

"What happened to you before your second race? Why'd you dive into the
pool?" Jess asked.

"I just lost it. I don't know," I lied.

"I saw Justin in the stands," Jess said, appearing to change the subject as
he stripped off his suit, ready to hit the showers. I was still having
trouble controlling my horny dick and couldn't help checking out Jess'
cock. His was limp, but just the mention of Justin had caused my cock to
stir. So I sat on the bench by my locker trying to conceal my
all-to-obvious hard-on.

"I bet he'll try to talk to me when I leave," Jess said as he wrapped his
towel around his waist and started toward the showers. "Remember, we've
gotta just ignore the guy. It's working."

What the fuck was he talking about? He thinks "it's working." What's
working? And what makes Jess so sure Justin wants to talk to him? I didn't
say a word.

I guess I was expecting Justin to approach me outside the locker room after
the meet, like he did before. Had he ever trolled for Jess after a meet?
Suddenly I was really confused and I didn't even know why the fuck I cared
who Justin was trolling for. Sure he gives a great handjob, but . . .

But what, I thought. But what the fuck?

When Justin had grabbed his cum-stained crotch earlier, I had just assumed
it was meant as an invitation. To me. To come see him. An invitation to
break the silence. To talk. To get things back to where they had
been. Wherever the fuck that was. I was so confused.

I hung around the locker room awhile, talking to the guys. Apologizing for
my shitty performance. Everyone was really nice about it. Jess reminded me
as he headed out that I could come hang out at his house after my date that
night. I hadn't told him I'd broken my date with Kate. She'd been such a
bitch all week.

When I left the gym, I sort of expected Justin to be waiting somewhere
nearby. But I didn't see him. Maybe he'd given up, or thought he'd missed
me. Or maybe he had never been there to see me in the first place. Maybe I
was imagining that he'd come to the meet to see me. To deliver his message.

I drove around awhile, not wanting to go home. Not sure if I was expected
at Justin's. After an hour, I drove to his house.

His mom said he'd told her I might come by and that he was up in his room
studying. "Go on up," she said.

I knocked and heard him say, "Come on in."

He was sitting bare-ass naked in front of his computer looking at pictures
of guys sucking each other off. His cock looked enormous -- fuck it was
enormous - jutting from his lap. I couldn't help but stare. The rim of his
cockhead was flared and his piss lips were swollen. It was obvious he was
pretty worked up over his "studying."

"Come on in," he said again, looking away from me and back at his
computer. On the screen there was a picture of a really cute blond surfer
kid with a humongous cock in his mouth and cum running down his chin. As
though that weren't enough, the surfer had a thick streak of his own cum
right up the center of his nicely muscled chest. It was obvious the cum
decorating his chest had just shot out of his own oversized cock, which he
held firmly in both hands. It was a lot for me to take in.

"Nice picture. I love that you can see both of their cum shots," Justin
said as though he were talking about some normal picture.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" was the best I could come up with.

"Nothing important. I've just been so fucking horny all week. It seems no
one wanted to even return my calls."

He clicked his computer off and swiveled to face me. His cock still rigid
and so fucking long. I realized for the first time how well formed it was,
with its purple vein snaking up it. The smooth flaring cockhead. The nuts,
so symmetrical as they hung beneath his really nice piece of equipment. I
was impressed. A nice package for any guy to have.

Pre-cum was oozing from the tip of Justin's cock. He swiped a finger across
the tip and tasted it.

"I hoped you might come," he said. "I really hoped you would, but after
this week of giving me the cold shoulder, I didn't know what to expect. Is
it you, or is it Jess? Or both of you? Have I done something to hurt either
one of you? I really thought I was helping and had hoped we could be
friends."

With that start, a very lengthy conversation began. I explained about Jess'
edict not to see him. I told him I thought it was as much about jealousy as
really believing Justin had done something intentionally wrong.

Everything Justin said that day convinced me of what I had come to suspect
all week. He wasn't the bad guy in all of this. Maybe no one was. It was
just that Jess' coming out and his insisting that he loved me had really
fucked up our relationship.

We'd done an OK job of piecing it back together to get through a single
week, but it had required a lot of pretending. Part of that pretending was
that Justin didn't even exist. That he hadn't given me a handjob, or Jess a
blowjob. That Jess and I were best friends with nothing sexual between
us. That life could go on as it always had.

I explained all of this and more to Justin. Throughout my telling, he had
slowly but steadily stroked that huge cock of his. I was fascinated by
it. It was like watching a snake charmer or some shit like that.

"So then, why are you here?" Justin finally asked, for the first time
leaving his rock hard nine-incher alone.

"I don't know. I thought you sort of were inviting me by coming to the meet
and I've felt shitty ignoring you this week. You've taught me a lot and I
think you really tried to help me . . . me and Jess."

"And that's all?" Justin asked, finally standing and turning away from me,
leaving me a view of his incredibly tight butt. What did this guy do to
stay in such shape?

"No. I've thought about this all week and there is something more."

"Really?" Justin said, looking at his face in the mirror over his
dresser. His unblemished butt cheeks were amazing, with their perfect tan
line. How did he have such a good tan this time of year?

I was lost in my admiration of Justin's ass and gently massaging my cock
through my jeans. The pair Justin had given me.

"So there is something more? Are you going to tell me?" Justin asked,
interrupting my thoughts on his hard butt.

"I just really enjoy being here with you. It's kind of how things used to
be with Jess. Relaxed. We could say whatever we wanted. Or not say fucking
shit at all. We got each other. Or I thought we did. With you there isn't
anything hidden. I think Jess is all wrong about that. You are fucking what
you are."

"Thanks," Justin said as he turned back to face me. "Thanks. That means a
lot to me. So what do you want to do today? You're probably tired from the
meet and all. We can just hang out. Listen to some tunes. Watch TV."

"Well, there is one thing I want to do," I said. "You may have noticed my
boner at the meet today. Well, I didn't get to relieve my morning woody
today and it's got me pretty horny." Like the guy couldn't see the bulge in
my jeans.

"So you want a blowjob? Is that it?" he asked coolly. Before I could
answer, he added, "By the way, I never asked you how good Jess did giving
you his first blowjob. Was he OK?"

I told him Jess was better than Kate, but that I knew from all the locker
room bullshit that a blowjob could be a lot better than I'd gotten from
either Kate or Jess. "But I didn't come here so you could blow me. I
thought maybe I could leave you another load in my old jeans. I saw you
wearing them today. That took some guts with all that old cum dried into
the fabric. Cumming in the jeans could be my way of saying I'm sorry I've
been such a fucking jerk all week."

"You want to do that as a peace offering to me?" Jess asked, sounding as
though the idea was too strange to believe. Then he looked like he might
cry. This kept happening to me. Guys just kept breaking down right in front
of me. First Jess. Now Justin.

"What's the matter? You look upset. Did I say . . . or do something wrong?"

Justin assured me I hadn't and then started telling me about Mike. He told
me how they met. About the job "orientation" night. And about last night,
when, as desperate as Justin was for a little attention from anyone, all he
got was me, me, me from Mike. After he had satisfied Mike's needs, Justin
had gotten to beat off to some new DVDs Mike had. And he did spend the
night at Mike's, but in the guest bedroom. Alone. Again Justin looked as
though he might cry.

"And now you show up after a week of being a total shithead. And instead of
asking for a blowjob from me, which is about what I expected, you want to
do something for me. It may sound really corny, but it's like you are my
knight in shining armor come to save me. Nobody has offered to do anything
for me in almost forever. And now you're here to save me from another day
of jacking off alone at my computer."

"Yeah, I kind of saw that when I came in. Do you do that a lot?"

"Not when you're around," he said, walking over and hugging me hard,
pulling me into his firm body with both arms around me. I didn't know what
to do, so I hugged him back. I felt a little awkward. I mean, he was still
naked and half hard and all. And I wasn't exactly soft and he couldn't have
missed noticing my hard cock pressing against his crotch when we
hugged. Oh, well.

He stepped back and looked me up and down as though admiring me, lingering
as he studied my bulging crotch. Then he started to apologize for getting
his pre-cum on my favorite jeans. I was surprised how much he'd leaked.

"It's OK," I said. "They needed to be washed anyway."

Neither of us said anything right away. Finally Justin said, "Then let's
get you out of those jeans." But instead of unbuckling them, he started
massaging my hard cock through the fabric. "God, you jocks are so
hot. Thanks for being such a great guy, too."

I didn't know what to say as he complimented me, fondled me and caressed me
as he undressed me. Several times he brushed his hard cock against me. At
last I stood naked in front of him, my own cock jutting straight up like
his and my pre-cum now oozing, too.

He reach down with one hand and held his long cock at its base, way too
many inches showing above his grip. Then he moved his dick forward, tapping
his swollen cockhead against my swollen cockhead. It was almost as if he
were saluting me. Then he smiled broadly at me and said. "To friendship."
And tapped my cock with his again.

I reached down and grasped my cock at the base and tapped his cock
back. "To friendship," I said. "To our friendship."

He put his arm around my shoulders and we stood side by side, looking a lot
alike. Not like twins, but the same height, same age, similar build
. . . His cock was noticeably longer, but I wasn't jealous. It looked great
on him.

"Now let's reload those jeans," he said and he went over to his desk where
they were lying on the floor next to his chair.

He handed them to me and I could feel the fabric where we'd cum on them
before. It felt thicker. I had expected it to be stiffer than it
was. Justin let me know he'd "freshened them up" at least once a day since
I'd left them. So mostly it was his cum now.

But he didn't plan for that to last for long. I stepped into them and he
pulled them up gently, leaving only the button at the waist open. My hard
cock was clearly outlined as it stuck up just to the right of the
fly. Justin hadn't pulled them up too high on my hips and so the tip of my
cock was sticking out above the waistband.

He gave the tip of my cock a lick. "You taste so good," he said, smiling up
at me. "You should taste it. You don't know what you're missing."

He licked it again and I moaned and put my hands on his head. He wrapped
his lips around my denim-enclosed cock, wetting the fabric as he sucked and
licked the spot where so much cum had already been spilled.

"Can you taste the dried cum?" I asked.

"You mean our cum. And the answer is fucking A yeah!"

I warned him I wasn't going to last long this way and, with my cock
sticking out the waistband, most of my cum was going to be flowing down the
front of the jeans - not in the jeans as planned.

"Change of plans," he said and started to unfasten the jeans again. I just
watched him passively, if you call my dick twitching and drooling and my
nuts pulling up tight as "passive." I was on the edge and loving it. He
pulled the old jeans off me.

"Lay down on my bed," he said and I complied.

He pushed my legs apart and knelt between my legs. "We can worry about the
jeans later. Let's worry about you now. Just relax. I don't want you to cum
yet. I want you to enjoy yourself."

I almost said something about my "limits," but thought better of
it. Instead I just said, "Thanks, friend," and closed my eyes.

Justin waited what seemed like forever until my cock started to relax and
my balls loosened up, no longer in quite such turmoil. He started to lick
my balls. He played with them gently in his hand. It felt fabulous. I
opened my eyes and raised my head a little to see what he was doing to make
my nuts feel so good, the kind of good that radiated throughout my cock and
balls, right into my very gut. But I could only see the top of his brown
tousled hair bobbing up and down. I closed my eyes again and let my mind
picture it. What a turn on!

Soon he was sucking my nuts into his warm, wet mouth one at a time. Rolling
them around with his tongue. Sucking them gently. Jesus fucking Christ this
was good. When I thought it was the best mouth action I'd ever had - and he
wasn't even touching my eight-inch pillar of stone - he put both hands
slightly under my thighs and lifted my legs, gently folding me at the waist
and raising my butt slightly in the process.

"Just relax," he said and then I felt his talented tongue and mouth
slurping at my balls from a new angle. I rocked back onto my shoulders to
make it easier for him.

"Mmmmm," he murmured, his mouth too full of my nuts to talk.

'Fuck, that felt great," I told him. "Go Mmmmm, again." And he did. And
more.

After a few minutes of really great action on my nuts, he looked up and
asked if I was OK.

"Oh, yeah."

"Then try this," he said as he spread my legs a bit. "Put your head
down. Close your eyes again. Relax. You're gonna love this."

As his tongue flicked across my asshole for the first time, I knew he was
right. Soon his face was buried in my ass, his tongue poking and tickling
me like I had never even known possible before. He went back and forth
between my asshole and my nuts, keeping me on edge for oh so long.

At last he had me lower my legs and began to gently run his finger tips all
around my crotch, but never touching my dick. I was aroused beyond
belief. My cock was at its hardest ever and I could swear it must have
grown another inch with all Justin's attention.

His tongue swept up the underside of my cock from base to tip, just barely
touching it. And then he did it again. And then again and again. Each time
lapping more and more aggressively.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna," I said as I struggled for breath, my body in
spasms of pleasure. My mind little more than pleasure mush.

"Relax, relax," he repeated in a soothing voice. He had stopped touching me
at all.

I gazed up into his face in my sex-induced haze and saw a look so
comforting, so confident, so warm and reassuring, that I completely gave
myself over to him. The urgency to cum began to subside, leaving an ache in
my nuts, but a mental calm so sexually satisfying, it was almost as though
I had cum. At least in my mind.

After a few more moments in this lull, Justin reached down and scooped up
some of my pre-cum, which had formed a sizeable puddle near my cockhead. He
put his sticky fingers to my lips and urged me, "Taste."

I sucked his fingers into my mouth and tasted my pre-cum. To my surprise,
it was almost sweet and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I started sucking Justin's two fingers between my lips and he started
pumping them in and out, fingerfucking my mouth to the taste of my own
pre-jizz. This was so good.

And when he pulled his fingers free, I felt cheated, but only for a moment.

He bent his head down and finally took the engorged, flaring head of my
cock into his warm, wet, loving mouth. He pulled his lips tight around it
and sucked. Just the cockhead. Nothing more. Suck. Relax. Suck. Relax. He
didn't move his head or lips at all. He just embraced my cockhead again and
again inside his fabulous soft mouth.

Now he was starting to move up and down the shaft. Each time taking my cock
a little deeper. Sucking it a little harder. Swirling his tongue and saliva
around it in new and more sensational ways.

"Fucking fabulous," I tried to say, but the sensations were overwhelming me
and it came out as little more than a senseless murmur. My toes were
curling. My stomach muscles tightened and I began to toss my head from side
to side, trying to hold back the flood of cum about to flow.

Justin knew. He took hold of my nuts and pulled them down just as every
sexual urging in my body tried to pull them up tight. And with that, I
grabbed Justin's head between my hands and my cum began to flow.

He swallowed again and again. A wonderful sucking sound. A wonderful
sucking feeling. Cum was running down his throat and down his chin and
neck. There was no consuming it all. No containing it all. I was cumming,
surge after satisfying surge of cum. So thick and creamy and warm. I could
feel it dripping between my legs. I could see it all over Justin's smiling
face, as my hard cock continued to pump in and out of his wonderful lips.

At last he rose up, letting my wet cock fall free from his lips. Cum still
flowed from my cock, though much less urgently.

He reached down and scooped up some of my cum and offered it to me. I
lapped it eagerly from his hand. The taste of my own warm cum from Justin's
outstretched hand was magical, as my senses - taste, smell, touch - ran
riotously about my mouth. So much better than I could have imagined.

Without giving it a thought, I pulled his face down to mine with both hands
and kissed him on the lips, opening his mouth with my tongue and sucking in
more of my own essence as it mingled with his saliva. At that moment I only
regretted I could not be tasting his cum with mine.

At last he collapsed, stretched out on top of me, our bodies pressed
together. I realized immediately Justin was still hard.

To Be Contnued . . .

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