Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 12:39:24 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew Chapter 22

Chapter 22
From Billy's viewpoint


No matter what question I asked Jess -- about what happened at the party;
what Ted had said; who else he had talked to -- his answer was always the
same: I don't know.

I finally hung up and collapsed on the bed. Justin came over and sat beside
me, laying a hand on my thigh and looking down at me with the saddest
eyes. We were both still naked from last night's frolicking, but his hand
on my thigh didn't seem the least bit erotic that morning. At that moment
he seemed like just a friend . . . even though somewhere deep inside I knew
he was my boyfriend trying to show his support.

I couldn't believe it. Just as my life seemed to finally be making sense,
to be going somewhere, it all came crashing down. I mean, just hours before
I had felt like my fucking life had just begun. Last night Justin and I had
given ourselves to each other. My god, he'd fucked me and I'd fucked
him. That's about as much giving as two guys can do.

Last night it had seemed there was no turning back. My life's course was
set. I was going to be Justin's boyfriend and he would be mine. There might
be bumps, or even detours, but not this.

Who could have fucking done this to us? . . . To me?

"Who, Justin, tell me fucking who?"

"I don't know. You talked to Jess more than I did. Didn't he have any
idea?"

No. Jess only knew what Ted had told him. Ted had said he thought it might
have come from Kate. But Jess had never even asked Ted why he thought
that. In one way, it made sense. Kate was furious when I broke up with
her. But in another more important way, it didn't make any sense at
all. Kate didn't know I was gay. Maybe she could have guessed. Or maybe
someone had told her.

But the list of "someones" was pretty fucking short. There was Justin. And
there was me. And Jess, of course. And that was it. All I knew was that I
sure as fuck hadn't told her.

Then Justin reminded me that Mike knew, too. But Mike didn't even know me,
or Kate, or any of us, except Justin. That didn't make sense. Why would he
out me at the same time he was letting us use his apartment. No, Mike
didn't make sense.

"There was the waiter at the restaurant last night," Justin reminded
me. "Remember, I told you I thought he might go to our school. And the way
we were carrying on, I think everyone in the place could tell we were
boyfriends. We were like waving our hard cocks at everyone in the place as
we left."

"OK. OK. I remember. We weren't very discreet. I get it. But I never even
saw that guy before," I said. "And what did he do? See us playing footsies
under the table and run straight for the phone and call someone at the
party? I don't think so. If he does go to our school, none of my friends
even know that guy."

"Sure, because he's a nobody. But you're a somebody. Everyone in our
school, right down to the littlest freshman, knows who you are. You're a
big jock. You're like a rock star at school," Justin said.

I lay on the bed angry and hurt. I didn't have a clue what to do or what
was going to happen next.

I could just deny the rumor. Let people say whatever they wanted. They
didn't have any proof. Nobody really knew anything. And my friends, my real
friends, all knew I wasn't gay. Of course, there's a little problem there,
cuz I guess I am . . . for fucking real.

Justin's real and what we're doing is real. I sat there, my brains
scrambled by this sudden change in my life. I wondered if it really was
possible for my life with Justin to go on? Could I keep Justin as my
boyfriend and keep my friends in the dark. I wished it could work that
way. But my mind kept saying it couldn't. People would figure it out. Fuck,
people already had figured it out.

At this point, almost anything seemed possible in my life. But none of it
good.

As I lay there on my back, my eyes closed, my breathing heavy, Justin
stretched out on his side next to me. At any other moment, I would have
wrapped myself around him and rubbed and sucked and stroked and fucked
until we were so spent, so drained of every drop of cum, so finished we
couldn't get our cocks hard again to save our souls.

But not now. As I felt Justin's warm, smooth body ease itself against my
side, my cock didn't even stir. It was comforting to know that Justin was
at my side, both figuratively and literally. But nothing more.

Apparently that wasn't the case for Justin. I could feel his cock starting
to press against my hip. Thickening. Lengthening. Getting noticeably
warmer. I shifted just a little on the bed to accommodate his hard-on.

In return, he made some gentle thrusting moves. Subtle, but not too
subtle. I rolled on my side so I was facing him and scooted away from him
just a little in the same motion. I let my hand come to rest on his
hardening cock. The cock I loved so much. The cock I wanted to love so much
more. "Not now," I said softly, as I gave it a gentle squeeze. "Not now."

Justin nodded and continued to lie next to me. Completely still except for
his breathing. And a rhythmic pulse in his warm cock.

I didn't move either. Not even my hand.

As we lay there, however, one thing wasn't being still. With my hand
wrapped around Justin's cock, it continued to grow. Pushing its way out the
top of my gently wrapped fist. Expanding its girth to force my hand to open
more to accommodate its impressive girth.

I raised my head and looked down at Justin's cock, the lower half wrapped
in my hand. The top half thrusting its proud head up and out as though it
were reaching out to me. To be even closer to me. I looked at Justin and
smiled and he smiled at me.

I gave his cock a squeeze and was greeted by a sudden flow of pre-cum. I
took my hand from the based of his cock and put the center of my palm over
his cock slit to get as much of the sweet, slippery pre-jizz where it
needed to be. With his generous flow, in only a few second I had enough to
lubricate my hand and I began to stroke the full nine inches of Justin's
cock.

Lying there so close to Justin, stroking his cock, my thumb and fingertips
inevitably brushed up against my own cock.

This gentle hand action was getting the sensations stirred up in my cock,
too. My cock was getting harder. More alert to what was happening to and
around it. But inside I felt amazingly calm. I knew the chaos of being
outed was facing me, but this gentle action with my boyfriend eased my
mind. At least for now.

Justin looked down at my stirring cock. It was getting plenty hard. "Can
I?" he asked.

Of course, I said yes. So there we were. Side by side. Boyfriends. Stroking
each other's raging cocks. Almost a foot and a half of hard cock between
us. Our dicks worked like a couple of magic wands, melting my sadness and
worries away. Pre-cum flowed from our cock lips.

After a few minutes of gentle stroking and playing with each other's balls
and assholes, Justin rolled onto his back, pulling me up on top of him. Our
hard cocks trapped between us.

I used my new position on top of Justin to accelerate our thrusting and
sliding. I loved the feel of his cock rubbing up against mine. Sliding in
our generous pre-cum. Pinned between our hard abs. Powered by our young,
muscled butts. Thrusting, gyrating, pushing our cocks between us and
against each other in new and wonderful ways.

I could feel the hairs of his happy trail when the underside of my cock
slid across and through them. They aroused me even more than the thicker
pube hair just above his cock. I also loved rubbing the ridge of my
cockhead back and forth against his cum-filled bellybutton. This action,
with our dicks pinned between us, was a special turn-on.

Justin began to play with my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks to urge me
on. Controlling the pace. Getting our cocks in perfect position to send the
most powerful fucking sensations to my nuts.

Then he moved one hand so he could run a finger across my asshole. Playing
with it. Toying with it. I was twitching and wriggling in response.

Within less than a moment I could feel him trying to press his finger
in. To my amazement, I willed my sphincter to relax and let him in. Easy as
that. So natural to have my boyfriend's finger sliding in and out of my
ass. Turning. Probing. Thrusting into me.

Two fingers! So good to have him there. So easy. So natural. So fucking
hot.

I started to groan and my body writhed uncontrollably, pushing his fingers
deeper. My chest against Justin's chest. My hips against his hips. My hot
pulsing cock against his hot cock. My feet stretched out straight. My body
tensed.

"Try to wait for me," Justin said just as I started to cum. I pushed my
cock hard against his and felt the warm gush of my jizz flowing between
us. The heat of my cum, the slush of my juice, making our writhing bodies
even better together. My cock was so sensitive, but I went on working it
against Justin's abs. I let out the most satisfied sounds and ran my hands
all over the warm hard muscles of Justin's arms, down across his smooth,
trim hips. My hands finally forced their way under him to grab hold of his
ass and pull him -- his hard cock still thrusting -- pull him in even
closer to me.

Then I pulled away a bit and looked down at him. "You haven't cum yet," I
said.

He shook his head no. Not that I needed confirmation. When Justin came, you
knew it.

"Good," I said. "I want that hard, long cock of yours up my ass. Now." I
paused and then said in my most pleading voice, "Please."

"You got it,' Justin said. He put both of his hands on my chest and pushed
me into a sitting position. My ass rested on his crotch. I was careful not
to crush his nuts.

He started rubbing his hands across his abs. Through my cum. Gathering a
plentiful load of my cum on his fingers. He started rubbing it all over his
cock to lube it up good. I scooted back a little to make it easier.

"Raise your ass up so I can lube it, too," he said. I laughed a little at
the thought, but complied. Soon his fingers, covered in my own cum, were
probing and pushing into my ass again. He kept scooping up more and more
cum and applying it to my asshole. But from his first touch, my ass lips
had opened wide to him. Ready for what was coming.

I could tell he was ready. He reached down and took his rock hard
cock. Nine inches long. Maybe more. It seemed enormous to me just then and
I was glad of it. I placed the tip up against my asshole. My sphincter
twitched and with ease I lowered myself far enough that the head of his
cock popped into my ass.

He let out a sort of an "Ooooow, aaaaaah" kind of sound that I soon came to
associate with Justin's cock entering my ass. He said he really fucking
loved the feel of the first penetration, when only his cockhead was buried
in my ass.

After a moment, I slowly settled down his pole, impaling myself happily on
it.

When the final inch was in and my balls were resting, nestled in his curly
pubes, I let out my own groan. His cock was pressing against my magic spot
and suddenly I was so super hot and fucking turned on I could hardly
believe it. I swirled my ass around on Justin's pole. I wanted the tip of
his cock to caress my prostate. And it did. I loved it. I started to rise
up and settle down. Up and down. I was a fuck machine just starting up,
just gaining speed.

But there was something more I wanted to experience. And so, as I raised
up, with about four or five inches of Justin's cock buried in me and the
thick girth of his meat stretching my ass wide, I reached back and ran my
fingertips across the exposed part of Justin's cock.

I wanted to feel Justin's cock as it entered me. It was slick with my cum
and his oozing pre-cum. And it was unbelievably hard. I ran a finger up the
center of the underside of his cock, feeling the bulge that ran its
length. My fingertips caressing the thick veins that ran across the surface
of his shaft. I brought my fingers back to my lips and licked our
juices. Smelled our smells.

Then I returned my hand to probe at the very point where his cock was
penetrating my ass. I felt my own ass lips. My touch tingled. I ran my
fingers around to better judge how wide he had stretched me with his
enormous cock. I loved the feel. The image it created in my mind.

I reached lower still and cupped Justin's balls. They were pulled up so
tight. The wrinkled skin of his contracting nut sack with its fine hairs
felt so much like mine. The only difference was that when I ran my fingers
gently across his nut sack, I felt the sensations in my fingers instead of
in my nuts. All of this was making me very hot.

Satisfied with my exploration, I started raising and lowering myself again
and Justin adjusted to match my movements. He thrust up to meet my ass as
it came down. For newcomers to the art of ass fucking, I think we were
already pretty fucking good at it. Naturals, I'd say.

I felt Justin start to tense and knew he was about to cum. I rose up one
last time and thrust down hard as he thrust up. His cock was so deep in
me. I loved this. I squeezed my ass muscles tight around Justin's cock and
almost immediately felt him explode inside of me. The force of his orgasm
was so powerful. I could feel it surge with each new load and the feeling
of that hot juice flowing deep inside of me was so clear it was almost as
though I could see it with my eyes.

"I love you," Justin said as he thrust again, hitting just the right spot
to trigger my own cum. The surge of my hot cum from my nuts to my cockhead
was amazing. It set me on fire. As it poured out of my cock and flowed down
my shaft I felt more alive than I have ever felt. More complete. Justin and
me bonded together in this way. We were perfect, powerful, fucking
. . . perfect. Fucking . . . fuck. I loved this.

I let my head fall back and just enjoyed the sensation. My cum was still
pulsing. I swear I think I must have shot a dozen times. Between my cumming
and Justin's, I felt complete. And happy. And exhausted.

I pulled up and off of Justin's cock, which, like mine, was still really
hard. We were horny. We were hot. And we were in love. We just might stay
hard forever.

I reached down and caressed his cum-drenched balls, which had finally begun
to relax, to hang a little lower. They were covered in our cum. I offered
Justin a handful. He lapped it up and I bent to kiss him. My tongue dipped
into his mouth as I slurped up the cum. The smell was an aphrodisiac. The
taste so fruity. The warmth of his mouth such a wonderful way to serve
it. It was a fucking hot way to share this special love. Feeling it deep
inside. Running our hands through it. Tasting it in each other's
mouths. Smelling it. Our shared juices. Our shared love.

I looked down at my boyfriend and said to him, "I love you, too."

As we both drifted toward sleep, Justin said quietly, "I wish we'd have
caught that last round on the cameras. You were so fucking
hot. Later. We'll do it again later." And moments later he was snoring
gently.

It was still early Sunday morning when I next awoke, or realized that I had
been awake for some time. Lying there, running thoughts and questions
through my mind. Mostly question. Who had outed me? And why? What if my
parents heard about it? What were my friends going to think? The guys on
the swim team? Would they avoid me? Or worse? Could I convince them it was
all a lie? A mistake?

But as the questions swirled, I kept coming back to one question. Who had
said I was gay? Was it Jess? Was it Jess? Was it Jess?

Had jealousy finally gotten the better of him when he realized that Justin
and I were finally boyfriends? No. It wasn't that we were boyfriends. It
was that we were the ones having the sex. The sex he wanted so badly to be
having. He wanted it to be his cock up my ass instead of Justin's. His cock
down my throat. His cum splattered on my face.

The more I thought about it the more I thought it was true. Other than
Justin, and me, he was the only one who really knew. Mike didn't know our
friends. Who would he tell to out me? And that waiter? Justin said he
thought he might go to our school. That was a long shot. And who would
believe a waiter who didn't even know us?

But Jess had motive. Jess had the knowledge. Jess knew just when and how to
do the most damage. And it looked to me like that's what he'd done.

Justin was waking slowly until, needing to share my thoughts, I hurried the
process. Pouring out my theory to him and letting my anger and fears show
through. He listened. He asked questions. But he didn't rush to
agreement. Instead, he said there was no evidence. "Let's just see what
happens."

"Then why didn't he ask Ted more questions?" I responded. "He didn't ask
him because he already knew the answers. He didn't want to probe into where
the leak started, or with who, or when. None of that. Leave it vague. Cloak
his guilt. The fucker."

I'd nail his faggot ass, I thought. And immediately realized . . . Thank
god I hadn't said it out loud. Fuck my life!

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to start cleaning up, using a
warm, wet washcloth to try to wipe the cum off. It was in my hair. On my
face. My chest. My pubes. Even on my feet. It was everywhere.

"Fuck this," I finally said in frustration. "I'll just take a shower."

Justin had followed me into the bathroom and had been watching as I tried
to wash away the long night's worth of our cum. "What's the rush? Come on
back to bed. There's gonna be a lot more cum to clean up before we're
finished. I'll put new disks in the cameras," he said.

"Fuck the cameras. I'm going home. I need to check my emails and see if
anybody is saying anything. I've got to figure this out and find a way to
stop it," I said.

"Stop it? Why? You were gonna have to come out anyway," Justin said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we couldn't exactly be boyfriends and sneak around the way we have
been. If you had tried to do that, someone would have figured it out soon
enough. It was bound to happen. Even before Jess called, I'd thought we'd
probably start telling some of our closest friends. And after we tell them,
you know it would spread. Not a secret. Just information. We're queer. No
big deal."

Justin delivered this whole idea with no emotion. Completely
matter-of-fact.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said. "I can't come out now. What
about my parents? My dad would kick me out of the fucking house if he
thought I was gay. Then how the fuck would I pay for college? Where would I
live? I can't just come out. My life isn't like yours."

"You could stay with me. My folks might not be crazy about the idea, but
they wouldn't stop it. Not if you'd been kicked out. They know and
. . . and mostly they don't care. Hell, they asked me if I was gay before I
had a chance to even think about telling them."

"That's great for you. But I'm not you. Now I gotta get out of here cuz I
got shit to do."

"We need to talk about this, Billy," Justin said.

"I'll be at your house this afternoon to meet Jess like we told him. And if
I think he's the fucker who did this . . ." I didn't finish the thought. I
just let it hang there. "After I'm done with him, we can talk."

"No, that's not soon enough. I'll clean up here and then come by your
house. We can talk while you're trying to figure things out. But you've got
to know, I'm not going in the closet and I'm not going on without you if I
can help it. So we better start figuring out how both of those things can
happen."

I didn't answer him. I just started for the door.

"You're gonna need a ride," I heard Justin say.

Suddenly the reality of my life seemed to overwhelm me. The realization
that I was not in control of my own destiny. All my strength left me. I
slumped to the living room floor and started to cry.

To Be Continued . . .

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