Date: Fri, 03 Apr 2009 10:09:07 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

From Billy's viewpoint

I called Jess a couple of times Sunday afternoon after I got home from
Kate's. I think I was relieved he wasn't there. Our relationship seemed
like it was becoming a strain. I had to watch what I said and did and
didn't say and didn't do.

It felt like all Jess wanted to do was tell me about being gay. That was
pretty stupid because he didn't know a fucking thing about being gay as
best I could tell. But I felt sorry for him. I really did. And I still
liked him. We were still best buds, but I could see how this gay shit was
going to really change everything.

He finally called me back late Sunday night. Before long we were talking
like we always had. Where'd I been? What was I doing? Good time with Kate?
Ready to face the swim coach Monday?

But when I asked where he'd been, all he said was, "Nowhere."

"You had to have been somewhere, cuz you weren't at home when I called."

"Well, you weren't at home when I called you, either," he said.

"I know. But I was somewhere. I was at Kate's."

"OK. So I was somewhere, too." But he didn't offer where.

"Look, I don't have time for games tonight. If you don't want to tell me,
that's fine, don't tell me. But I've got to study. I'll talk to you
tomorrow."

Things between us were obviously not the same.

* * *

Jess and I made it through the next day at school pretty much like any
other day. And through swimming practice, too. I don't think any of our
friends could sense the tension between us, but I could. And I'm pretty
sure he could.

As we headed for the showers after swim practice, Jess asked if I was
coming over to his house to study that night. We usually hung out in his
room on practice nights. When he asked, I guess I hesitated too long before
answering. He finally added, "I've got something for you. Something I think
you'll really like."

I told him he didn't need to be buying me gifts. I let it go at that. I
didn't want him acting like I was his boyfriend, or shit like that. But I
didn't want to draw any attention from the other guys, either. So I finally
just said I'd be by later.

* * *

I was later than usual getting to his house, but not too late. I could tell
Jess was anxious when I got to his room. We chatted kind of like normal for
about 20 minutes and then started studying

I'd brought my math book and we were sitting at his desk in his room, each
quietly doing his own thing.

I noticed Jess kept looking over at me. "What is it?" I finally said, my
exasperation obvious.

Jess, my old best friend, looked right at me. It was like he had instantly
transformed himself into the old So-how-do-you-like-it Jess I had always
known. He looked kind of cocky and funny and smart-ass. And I remembered
why we were best friends.

"So have you ever gotten a blowjob?" He had his special smile on his face.

"What's this all about?" I asked right back.

"Thought maybe you'd never gotten any head. So have you? Good nut-spewing,
take-your-breath-away head?"

"What's it matter to you?" I was bantering with him and we were both
enjoying the exchange.

"Cuz every guy wants his cock sucked. And you're a guy, right? So I
wondered if maybe Kate had finally serviced that cock of yours."

I couldn't believe he knew that she had. Nobody could know that but me
. . . and her.

After leaving Justin's Sunday, I'd gone straight to Kate's. I'd needed a
fix of woman really bad after what had happened. With all the kinky shit
going on around me - shit I couldn't control - I needed to remind myself
that I was still out for fucking pussy.

I may not have gotten Kate to let me fuck her, but for the first time she
did suck me off. She wouldn't swallow, the bitch, but she fucking sucked my
cock and it felt really good, except for her fucking teeth. I shot my load
all over her folk's garage floor. It didn't make that big a mess, because
I'd just dropped two loads at Justin's place and one that morning taking
care of my morning wood. But she was all bent out of shape and made me
clean it up, swearing she'd never let me do "that" again.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I'm a gay guy and gay guys know this stuff," he said.

"Yeah, she did. Last night."

"Was it as great for you as guys always say it is?"

"It was good. It couldn't have been too bad, now could it? She got my
fucking rocks off. But she kept scraping my dick with her fucking teeth."

"Yow! That must have spoiled the moment," he said.

My cargo shorts were starting to poke out in front with all this talk about
my recent blowjob. The sensitive underside of my cockhead was rubbing
against the back of my zipper. I twitched my cock muscles a couple of times
to give it a little extra stimulation. Jess sensed something moving, I
guess, because at that moment he looked down at my crotch and then back at
me. What a big smile he had on his face.

I could feel that old tingle in my dick and cockhead that I'd felt so many
times before. I could tell Jess wasn't missing out on any of my tent
action.

"Sorry Kate wasn't more gentle with your equipment. Maybe you went to the
wrong place to ease your load. You know what they say, gay guys give the
best blowjobs."

"What?"

"Sure," Jess said, his cocky, self-assured, I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude
aglow in his every word and move. "Everyone knows that gay guys know the
equipment a lot better than girls do. That's why they can give the best
blowjobs. Everyone knows that."

"If you say so," I said, not so much skeptical as not so sure I was
completely comfortable with where this was heading. I was starting to have
a pretty good idea what that "something" was that Jess had said he had for
me. "So you want to give me a fucking blowjob? Is that it? That's your
surprise gift? Have you ever even given a blowjob?"

"Hey, you think you know so much. Well, I can blow myself, so I think I can
blow you."

"Wait, wait, wait! You can blow yourself?" That knocked me off
balance. "You can suck your own dick? Since when?"

"Since just after we started jerking off together as kids."

"You told me you liked to eat your cum, but . . . You can get your cock in
your own mouth? How come I never knew this? How come you never told me? We
shared everything."

"I thought it would gross you out," Jess said. "It was the first thing I
ever kept from you. And ever since, there's just been more and more stuff I
couldn't share. I couldn't stand it. Then I realized that what I was hiding
was that I was gay," the bravado had faded from his demeanor. He sounded
kind of defeated.

"Forget about that. I know all about all the gay stuff. But you're
serious. God fucking damn, that would be so fucking cool. So you can suck
your own cock?"

"Well, I can lick it good and usually can just touch the tip of my cock to
my lips. I guess I can't really suck myself, not suck my own cock. No."

"So now the story changes," I said as though I were dismissing everything
he'd said. But my mind was off-kilter just thinking of Jess . . . Jess
sucking his own long, hard cock. OK, licking his own cock. I'd seen that
cock hard often enough. Even as just kids it was a nice piece of meat. Any
guy would be proud to have it swinging with his balls.

"But you can lick it? For real?" I asked.

"Yeah. And as good as I can lick myself off, I'm sure I can make you shoot
a load you won't be forgetting."

Luckily, Jess didn't know just how high the stakes had gotten lately in
that department. I had sure had my fair share of cums to remember
lately. Particularly these past few days.

"So let's see you do it. Go ahead, blow yourself, or whatever you do," I
said as I sat down in Jess' desk chair. I laid one hand over the obvious
tent I was showing. I wasn't really all that hard, but my semi-hard dick
was trapped in my shorts in a rather showy position.

Jess dropped his shorts and was, of course, not wearing underwear. His
dick, which looked really small when it was soft, was resting against his
low-hanging balls, which only made it look even smaller.

He turned sideways and leaned back, supporting himself with one arm, while
the other started stroking his dick, pulling it, encouraging it. His
actions started doing their magic. Jess was getting hard. And so was I. As
he stroked determinedly at his now hard cock, I had to reach into my shorts
to make an adjustment. Freed, my cock felt much better. I started checking
out my equipment through the fabric of my shorts.

Jess flashed me his special smile. I was enjoying his show and rubbing my
warm, thick cock. I smiled back.

"So how long does this take?" I asked, gently stroking my hard cock through
my shorts.

"Not too long now," Jess said. And with that, he rocked back, putting the
full weight of his body on his shoulders, his naked torso pointed toward
the ceiling. His rigid eight-inch cock pointed right at his face. Then he
started to let his body bend at the waist, lowering his crotch toward his
face. Lowering his nice, hard cockhead toward his waiting lips.

His tongue flicked out, but was just shy of its mark. I held my dick in my
fist through my shorts. I squeezed it tight and felt my cockhead swell. God
fucking damn, this was hot. I was sitting there and only a few feet away
Jess, my long-time best bud, was lapping away at his fucking rod. His dick
was almost going in his mouth.

Jess lowered his crotch a little more and his tongue flicked out again,
catching a drop of his pre-cum and sucking it in. Bingo! I could see a
smear of saliva on his cockhead. Jess stroked his cock a few more times and
it seemed to still be getting longer.

My cock was getting harder and hotter, too. My hand knowingly rubbing up
and down its hard length. Jess folded himself just a little tighter at the
waist. I unzipped my fly and took my own cock in hand.

Then Jess' tongue slithered from between his lips and started licking all
around the tip of his cock. He was moaning and slurping. It was fucking
incredible to watch. I was jealous and in awe. And so fucking turned on. I
just wanted to pop a load right then and there. This was so cool!

He straightened up a little, moving his cock away from his lips and I could
see a long drip of pre-cum hanging from the swollen lips of his cockhead,
ready to drip into his mouth. He opened his lips wider and it oozed in.

That almost sent me over the edge. I eased my hand away from my cock, not
wanting to cum. I just wanted to see the show.

I didn't have to wait long. Jess soon started to groan, lowered his cock
back to his lips and, damn, it looked to me like he was sucking the tip of
his cock. Or really close. The swirling action of his tongue made it hard
to tell. He groaned again.

Jess shot his cum straight into his mouth. Not a drop lost. He didn't seem
to cum that much and he didn't seem to swallow, which surprised me for a
guy who said he liked to eat his own cum. I'd figured he'd swallow.

He lowered himself, so he was again seated on the bed facing me. I could
see little creamy cum bubbles on his smiling lips. Jess' cum bubbled
between his lips as he gave me his special smile. He looked right at me and
then at my cock. I was holding my cock in my hand - eight inches of hard
dick that was ready to explode with geysers of my own cum.

"So," he said, "how do you like it?"

I laughed.

He stood up and said, "Let me take care of that for you."

Cum, some of Jess' cum that he hadn't swallowed, was dripping down his chin
as he spoke. He just let it flow and I could see his tongue coated in his
really thick cream. I couldn't stop watching.

But soon he was on his knees before me, wiping the cum that had drooled
from his mouth on the palm of one hand. He used it as lube on my waiting
cock. He stroked me slowly a few times. I gasped, fearing I was about to
cum.

He stopped moving his hand and gave me a second to recover. I was still
close to blowing my load but holding in there. He lowered his mouth to my
cock and locked his cum drenched lips around it. I could feel his tongue
playing against the sensitive underside of my cock. Toying with my piss
slit. He started to stroke my cock with his whole warm, wet mouth. Not very
deep. Just the head and an inch or two of my rod at first.

His mouth was full of his fresh cum as he gave me a blowjob. Using his cum
as extra lube on my cock. I was so turned on. So excited. My cock was
vibrating inside his mouth with all the sensations around it. His
tongue. His cum. His warm sucking lips. Stroking my hard horny
dick. Coaxing my cum. I felt his tongue swirl around the tip of my cockhead
again. I tried to relax. To stretch out the sensation. But I couldn't. I
felt the urge rising from my nuts. My toes curled. My stomach muscles
tightened. I threw my head back. I wanted to scream, "I'm fucking gonna
cream your mouth." But instead I just gasped one more time.

Before I could warn Jess I was gonna cum, to my surprise, he lifted his
head off my engorged cock, leaving strings of his cum stretched between his
swollen lips and my cockhead.

He spit some of his cum and probably plenty of my pre-cum into his palm and
started to jack me off. I let my head drop back, partly in frustration for
the interrupted blowjob and partly because I was so ready to cum I couldn't
control my own movements. Then, with Jess' cum-covered palm firmly but
gently stroking the full length of my eight inches, I came.

I don't need to say it was a lot. I always cum a lot. I love it that I
do. Jess just kept stroking and I just kept cumming. Cum covered his fist
and was running down his arm and dripping off his elbow.

I looked down into my cum-covered lap and then at Jess, now wiping his hand
and arm off on a towel.

"So, how do you like it?" he said in his patented cocky way. Then in a much
more serious tone, he repeated, "So, Billy, how do you like it?"

All I could think was, Fuck, Jess, what have we just done?

I couldn't say anything. I couldn't get my head around the fact that my
best friend had just licked his cock till he shot off in his mouth and then
sucked me till I blew my load, too. Too fucking weird. My best bud!

"I'm really glad I did that for you," Jess said finally, breaking the
silence that had settled over us while I stared into a pool of my jizz on
the floor between my legs. "Really glad."

"For me? You did that for me? No, that was for you? You just wanted to
. . ." I fell silent as it all became clear to me. This was just like when
I gave Jess the handjob to show there was sex stuff we could do
together. That we could be friends and get each other off, too. Not gay
shit. Just jerking each other off.

I immediately knew that Justin had planned this whole scenario,
too. Probably said something like, Blowjobs aren't gay unless you're giving
one. Lots of straight guys love getting blowjobs from their gay friends.

It made me laugh.

"Justin cooked this up, didn't he?"

Jess didn't answer.

"Just like he cooked up me giving you that handjob the other day. He's
trying to show us how we can do sex stuff together. The little fucker
thinks he's so fucking clever." I laughed again.

"What?" Jess said, alarmed. "He told you to give me the handjob?"

"Sure. He even showed me how to really do it right. Like straight guys
don't know about jacking off."

"Did you jack off Justin?" Jess asked.

"No, he jacked me off. He said that way I could see how to do it right. I
did pretty good, didn't I?" And images started to flood through my brain of
Justin kneeling in front of me stroking my hard cock. My cum flowing over
his fist. Justin and me lying on his bed, our cocks
throbbing. Aching. Pre-cum dripping dicks rubbing against each
other. Shooting their hot loads all over our smooth bodies. My cock in my
old cum drenched jeans.

"That little shit," Jess said. I realized he was furious. "Everything he's
told us has been wrong. Wrong for you. Wrong for me. Wrong for us. He's
just trying to trick us into having sex with him. He doesn't give a shit
about me. Or you."

Jess' rant continued and then, with a sense of finality in his voice, he
said, "You can't ever see him again." It was an order. Jess was ordering me
never to see Justin again.

"Who made you king over me?" I asked, and then added, "And why would I see
him again anyway?"

Why would I see Justin again? There really was no reason at all. I could
tell Jess was jealous that Justin had jacked me off. He probably couldn't
begin to imagine half of what had happened between us.

But that was over now.

I looked at Jess. So fragile. So easily shaken from his smart-ass act. And
in that moment I saw an opportunity to make things better for both of us.

"OK. Suppose I agree to never see Justin again. But in return, you have to
promise that this sex shit between us is over, too. I want us to be best
friends. I can't handle being best friends and getting each other off all
the time. That's not going to work. We have to go back to the way things
were."

It was what I wanted. And Jess agreed.

Kate would just have to learn to watch her teeth, because I had a lot more
cumming to do.

To Be Continued . . .

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