Date: Sun, 31 May 2009 19:51:21 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew Chapter 20 Part 1

Chapter 20 -- Part I
From Justin's viewpoint


Monday evening I had listened to Jess' describe his reconciliation with
Billy in detail for almost an hour. It sounded like it had been pretty
cool. I would have liked to see it. From what Jess was saying, it sounded
like Billy had finally seen the light. Which was good, because Billy needed
to be more honest with people, including himself. And he needed to start
getting comfortable with being gay. It sounded like both were finally
happening.

As soon as Jess hung up, I called Mike and put the wheels in motion.

If Billy and I were getting back together as boyfriends, I wanted it to
last. I didn't want us to let this thing get screwed up again. The first
time we started down the road to being boyfriends, I thought I'd planned a
pretty good start at Billy' house. The handjob under the counter. The slow,
tender touching in his room. The introduction to man-on-man fucking with
the dildo.

Of course, when Jess showed up, the wheels fell off and the train
wrecked. I wanted the second time to go perfectly. No interruptions. No
distractions. Nothing but Billy and me building our relationship on a
solid, loving and sexy footing. I wanted my hunky swimming team jock of a
boyfriend to dive into me and never have to come up for air again.

After talking with Mike, I called Billy and told him to start saving
himself for me. I was thinking back to my 18th birthday and how perfect
that had been. What a great start it had been holding my cum. Waiting for
the twins. Hard all the time. Oozing pre-cum non-stop. So consumed with the
cumming sex. Feeling my nuts ache with anticipation. My building load of
boy juice making me jiggy as a monkey. I wanted something like that for
Billy. I wanted him to be as focused on our big night together as I had
been on my first night with the twins. Only I wanted it to be even better
for him. I wanted it to be with me. Only with me.

When Saturday rolled around, I was experiencing everything I hoped Billy
was experiencing. In spades. I was as jiggy as I'd been on the eve of my
18th birthday. It seemed like I'd been rock hard in my pants since I called
Mike and started making the arrangements. I kept thinking about those ads
that warn you to call a doctor if your hard-on lasts more than four
hours. Fuck four hours. I was headed toward four days.

I didn't dare touch my cock. If I did, it would probably have exploded in
my jeans. I tried to think of other things, but I could barely remember to
go to school and come home at the end of the day. At school I did my best
to avoid even seeing him in the hallways. At night Billy kept calling,
asking what we were doing Saturday. How should he dress? Stuff like that. I
just told him not to worry. I'd pick him up at 7.

He sent me one text message warning me I'd better not try to pick him up on
my scooter, because, if he got on it behind me, he'd cream his jeans and
mine before we were out of the driveway. He was right about that. I'd have
to borrow my mom's car.

I showed up at Billy's at 7 on the dot. I'd been getting ready since about
4 that afternoon. I had showered, shaved, trimmed my nails, and trimmed my
pubes, too. The works. I was as perfect as I could make myself from head to
toe. I'd even douched my ass and I'd never done that before. But I wanted
everything to be perfect.

I was wearing a new shirt Mike had slipped me. The way it fit, you would
have thought I was the swimmer instead of Billy. It showed off my V-shape
and my biceps. I'd worked on my biceps all week long. I was wearing a pair
of khaki slacks that were made from a very light fabric. Not too tight, but
tight enough. The result was that my perpetual hard-on was clearly on
display for Billy to see . . . and anyone else who happened to be
looking. I really didn't care. As long as it looked good to Billy, the rest
of the world could go fuck itself.

I pulled up in front of Billy's and before I could shut the engine off,
Billy was out the front door. I guess I didn't have to worry about his mom
or dad seeing my tent pole.

He flew in through the passenger door and turned in his seat so he could
look straight at me. My god, he looked so cute. His smile so perfect and so
big. It looked like it would permanently stretch his face. I loved it. And
him, too, of course.

"Can I kiss you now?" he asked in a quiet, sexy voice. His voice seemed to
have deepened noticeably in the few days since I had last seen him. The day
when Jess had walked in on . . . I put that thought out of my mind.

"Don't you ever say `please'?" I asked.

"Can I kiss you now, please?" he purred and leaned in for his reward.

"Not yet," I said. "We have a long night ahead of us. I don't want to rush
through this too fast, boyfriend."

I don't know how, but his smile seemed to get even bigger when he heard me
call him "boyfriend." Then he saw my boner. My big hard cock. Clearly
outlined in the fabric of my pants. No underwear. The flared edge of my
cockhead all too obvious, as was the perpetual wet spot where my pre-cum
was oozing as it had been for days. His eyes opened wide. His smile was
broad. His hand instinctively reached for my raging hard-on.

I took his wrist, not too firmly, and held it at bay. "Not so fast. What's
your hurry?"

Then I saw the incredible boner he was sporting. It was as obvious as mine
and almost as big. My mouth began to water and my cock, my rock hard cock,
twitched. I could feel a surge of my pre-jizz flow from its lips. I looked
in my lap and saw the wet spot there grow noticeably larger, wetter. My goo
soaking right through the thin fabric. It almost felt like I was
cumming. And I almost was.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

I told him we were going to dinner first. To a nice, quiet Italian
restaurant not too far from his house.

"And then?"

And then, I told him coyly, I hoped he had told his parents he'd be home
late, if at all tonight.

"Why?" My man was so full of questions. So cute. So anxious to see what I
had up my sleeve . . . and in my pants.

"Because we have a party to go to. It's in our honor and it just might last
all night. Is that OK?"

He swallowed deep when he heard the news. His smile wasn't quite so big as
it had been, but his dick was still just as hard.

"What party?" was all he said.

"All in good time. All in good time." I started the car and we drove in
silence to the restaurant. I put my arm around him when we were about a
block away from his house. He responded by nestling his head on my
shoulder. I was so happy. And so fucking horny. I don't know how I kept
from whipping out my hard, straining cock right then and there and fucking
him until I could fuck no more.

Instead, we drove to the restaurant and headed inside. "A reservation for
two at 7:15," I said, giving my last name . . . and Billy's.

The waiter showed us to our table. The one I had asked for when I checked
the place out the evening before. Toward the back. Not too close to other
tables. The light a little dimmer there.

We sat across from each other and stared into one another's eyes. After a
moment, I started to laugh a little.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"In my mind, while my eyes are staring into yours . . . and, in case I
haven't told you, you have beautiful eyes . . . my cock is staring at your
cock under the table . . . and, in case I haven't told you, you have a
beautiful cock. That's what made me laugh . . . you."

We talked almost non-stop through our meal, completely oblivious to the
restaurant and other diners around us. We were like two old friends
catching up with each other. Some of what we said was poignant and
important. Some was silly shit. Some was meant to be erotic.

But the overall result was that I was relaxing for the first time in
days. As dessert was being served I realized my perpetual hard-on had
finally taken a break. I wasn't worried. I knew it would be back on the job
any minute.

I had turned away all Billy's questions about the party. Instead we focused
on us. Even on Jess. Billy explained how he planned to make time and space
for both of us. For all of us. He was excited about it. Without having to
devote any time to a girlfriend, he was sure he could make more than enough
time for his boyfriend. That was me.

Finally it was time for me to pay the check and for us to go. "Am I dressed
OK for the party?" he asked.

"Just fine, particularly if you're still sporting that magnificent boner
you were showing everyone when we walked in this place," I said.

"If you want it, you got it," he said and he reached over and squeezed my
thigh.

We both left the restaurant with our hard-ons so big, so obvious that no
one could miss them. I saw our waiter staring at our crotches when we stood
up. The waiter was about our age and cute. I looked straight at him and
gave him a wink. He returned it with a thumbs up gesture with one hand
while groping himself with the other. He appeared to be sporting some
pretty nice wood himself.

In the car Billy was non-stop questions as I drove. "Will I know anyone
there?"

"You'll know everyone."

"Do they know about us?"

"All they need to know."

And so it went until I pulled into Mike's apartment complex and parked in
his reserved space.

"This is it," I said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "Just sit
tight. I'm going to go check to see that everything's cool before we go
in. I'll be right back. And don't touch yourself while I'm gone."

I flashed him my best smile.

"You either, boyfriend," he said, staring at my crotch. "I'll be waiting as
long as it takes."

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTES: The names and some other identifying information in
thisstory have been changed to conceal the identities of the characters
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