Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2009 08:06:17 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew - Chapter 5

Chapter 5
From Justin's viewpoint

The ride to Billy's house, with him driving my scooter and me behind, had
just about put me over the edge. I was no more immune to the vibrations of
my scooter than anyone else. It was one of the few things I liked about
it. Everywhere I went, I got a special buzz going in my crotch.

During the ride, it was obvious to me and my dick that Billy was making me
hotter and harder on purpose, wiggling his ass and stuff. I came close to
blowing my wad all over him, the same way he'd shot his wad on my ass
earlier. But I held off. It was a good thing, too. I knew I would have to
walk right past my parents to get to my room when I got home. Seeing my
crotch soaked, even in my own cum, would have been too much for them to
see. If I'd cum in my jeans and they saw it, it wouldn't be cool. Not to
brag, but I can cum just as much as Billy.

When I got back from dropping Billy off, I was really aroused. I was horny,
hot and hard. My nine-inch boner that wanted to get free was showing
through my jeans. I wasn't the least surprise how horny I was. After all,
Billy had gotten off twice -- once all over my hot ass and once with my
hand wrapped around that wonderful dick of his. My balls had been teased
for the past couple of hours and my nuts were ready to blow. Thinking about
Billy and how he'd cum on my ass and then in my hand wasn't cooling me
down. My god, Jess was right. That boy could cum.

My parents didn't seem to notice the large bulge in my jeans, or the
obvious wet spot where pre-cum had soaked through. My mom fixed a plate for
me to take up to my room and eat while I studied. I stood strategically on
the far side of the counter, concealing the throbbing hard-on that was far
more important to me at that minute than dinner.

When I got to my room, the first thing I did after locking my door was to
grab the cum-soaked jeans Billy had left behind. I put my face right in the
damp crotch and inhaled. Heavenly. His cum smelled like fruit and I loved
it. The smell was so strong that I thought I could taste his cum by
inhaling those fumes. Intoxicated by the smell, I couldn't resist. I licked
the crotch and truly tasted Billy's cum. It wasn't as good as tasting his
fresh warm cum, but it was keeping me rock hard. I wanted to suck him off
so bad. The jeans had already started to dry and stiffen a bit, but I could
still feel plenty of the moistness of his cum on my cheeks and lips as I
rubbed them across my face.

I set Billy's cum-covered jeans on my bed. I noticed for the first time
that cum stains were also obvious on my bedspread, where Billy had sat
dripping cum earlier. Cool, I thought.

I took off my own jeans, which left me wearing nothing but the cum-drenched
underwear Billy had been wearing when he blew his wad all over my butt on
the scooter. During all the sexual excitement, I'd been able to swipe
Billy's sperm-flooded briefs without his noticing. Goddamn that had felt
sexy as I slipped them on. His slimy man cum wrapped around every fiber of
those briefs. And my cock and balls nestled in amongst all Billy's
jizz. Billy had been so excited about the new A&Fs I'd given him, he'd
never even noticed his briefs were "gone."

Now, still wearing Billy's briefs, I slipped on his cummy jeans as well and
buttoned the fly. All but the top button. I lay back on my bed and groped
myself through the moist sticky fabric of his jeans and his briefs. I was
so hard. Really hard and really hot. My cock was so sensitive and ready for
action. I had to get off. I let my mind imagine how his hot dick had been
where my dick was now. I could imagine his dick so clearly. I had just been
holding it in my hand a short while ago. In my mind I could see it getting
bigger and harder and hotter in these very jeans. That big cock of his
pressing up against my bubble butt on my scooter. Wiggling my ass against
that hard pole of his. Our dicks both rubbing against this cum soaked
fabric. Rubbing my hard cock against his hard cock. The friction of our hot
drooling cockheads sliding against each other. Billy shoving his big
straight cock up my ass as he wriggled his butt and . . .

My fantasies and memories did the trick. I was cumming. Cumming like
crazy. Lost in this dream where he was me and I was him and both of us were
each other. My cum was shooting, flowing, oozing out. My cock was roaring
with sensations so intense it felt like it could fly apart. My hand still
rubbed against the denim. My fingers coated in my cum. My cum mixed with
his cum. It wasn't only in my mind. Our man juices really were mingling
inside these jeans and it felt so good. I wanted to live in those cum
drenched jeans forever, adding load after load after load of my cum. And
Billy's cum. To our cum. Keeping this magical denim warm and squishy and
wrapped around my hot twitching dick. Making me happy.

Could it be? Could Billy and I find common ground to bring to life all
these sex fantasies that were whirling through my mind? I so wanted it to
be.

Then the cum that had been forced through the denim and oozed through my
fingers started to cool. Reality started to set in. Billy was
straight. What happened tonight was unbelievably hot, but the chances of it
happening again were almost non-existent.

Sure, when I had dropped Billy off at his house, he seemed to be cool with
what had happened between us. Maybe, I thought, just maybe he is deep in
the closet, deep in self-denial. Maybe there was a chance he was gay and
didn't know it. Couldn't admit it. My mind reached for straws. Maybe he
just needed someone like me to help him find his way out. I gave my cummy
crotch another squeeze and felt my dick stir.

Then I realized that if by some long-shot Billy was gay, he'd be Jess' cum
pump. Not mine. No matter how things played out, I lost.

I stewed about that for a few minutes and was feeling pissed off at the
world. It always seemed to work out better for everyone else. Life seemed
unfair to me in so many ways. So I did what I always do when I get pissed
at my shitty life. I decided to jerk myself off . . . again. Nobody else
was going to do it for me.

I stripped off Billy's jeans and underwear, rejecting any hope of getting
it on with him again. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. What I saw
was a hot guy with a good bod. Better than good. Fucking great! And I
smiled at myself. Who wouldn't want to fuck me and my great bubble
butt. Who wouldn't want me to cum for them. Because, boy, I could cum. I
could cum as much as Billy, but mine came in shots like Jess said his cum
did. I was a better cum machine than either of them.

And that realization seemed to piss me off even more. Finally as I angrily
jacked my raging nine-inch hard-on, lubed with my own free-flowing pre-cum,
I led myself by my cock back into my bedroom. I threw Billy's jeans and
briefs, both drenched in our co-mingled sperm, on my bed. They were right
where Billy had sat after the hand-job I had given him. He'd been exhausted
and dripping cum on my bedspread. Thinking about it made my nuts pull up
tight. My balls were churning with the need for action and I could feel my
cum boiling up in me like a volcano ready to blow.

I gave Billy's jeans one last longing look, leaned back, growled and pumped
my big cock with both hands. Jacked myself hard. From cockhead to balls and
back again. Cum flew out of my cockslit. It was so hot, so swollen, so
much. I just fired load after load. Maybe 12 big shots. I wasn't
counting. And then my thick, creamy white cum just flowed from the end of
my cock. Coating my cockhead and dripping down on my bed. In the end, my
cum flowed a lot like Billy's cum flowed. A lot like Billy's.

Then I threw myself down on my totally messed bed and felt completely alone
and sad.

There was no comfort in cumming alone that night. It had felt like I was
using some superpower to destroy my enemies when I shot my load all over
the bed and Billy's jeans. But when I was done, what was it? Cooling
cum. Lots and lots of cum. Almost enough to float in. Alone.

When I got up the next morning, the first thing in my head was "Thank god
it's Friday." I didn't think I could take too much more of this week. I got
up and took my morning wood to the shower. As always I left my first load
of the day to wash down the drain with the soapsuds.

When I walked back into my bedroom, I was struck by the stains all over my
bedspread and the two pairs of cum-stained jeans. Oh, yeah, there was
Billy's underwear, too. I thought about trying to clean up the mess, at
least a little, but quickly said fuck it. In this shitty household, it was
my job to cum and the stupid, born-again cleaning lady's job to clean it
up. I only regretted I hadn't shot my morning load all over the mirror, the
way I did when the twins were here.

At school that day, my life still sucked. I was in a funk and everything
seemed to piss me off. Somehow I got thinking during math class how I was
just a month or two younger than most of the seniors. My luck to be born in
August. A month too young to start school with most of the kids I had grown
up with.

Guys like Billy and Jess and all their hot-shot senior friends looked down
on juniors like me.

At lunch, Billy was holding court at his usual table. Twice I heard him say
something about "faggots." The second time he said it, I'd had it. I got up
and headed for the quadrangle. I needed some space.

I could hardly believe that the night before I was going crazy to cum in
his jeans and today . . . today I couldn't stand to be in the same room
with him.

I was startled when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I jumped up only to
find Jess standing behind me. "I followed you out," Jess said. I understand
you talked to Billy last night. How did it go? Is everything OK?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and dramatically. I looked up at
Jess. He looked so hopeful.

"He's not blaming you, is he?" Jess asked with real concern. "I know how he
can twist things around and I wouldn't want this to backfire on you."

"No, no, nothing like that. Well, maybe at first. But we talked and he
really likes you . . . likes you as a friend, I mean. He wants to
understand, but it's hard for him." I was surprised by the words coming out
of my mouth. "I mean, he wants to be your friend . . . your best friend
. . . still. He wants to do whatever he can to make this whole thing better
for you. As a matter of fact, he sort of surprised me."

I found myself softening, my anger ebbing. That good feeling I had for
Billy when we parted was coming back. And why? I don't know. It just
was. He wasn't a bad guy. Just a little stupid in some ways.

"Have you guys had a chance to talk since last night?" I asked, suddenly
realizing that if there was an update, I wanted it.

No, they hadn't talked, he said. But they had a double date that night and
Billy had said he wanted to talk to Jess afterwards.

"Good luck, Jess," was all I said. But in my mind I was thinking, Double
date? Straight guys? Who could ever understand them?

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR"S NOTE: The names and some other identifying information in this
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