Date: Thu, 07 May 2009 10:56:16 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew, Chapter 16 Part 2

Chapter 16 -- PART II
From Billy's viewpoint


When I got home after school, I was surprised to find my parents still
there. They should have left an hour ago. My mom was in the kitchen
cleaning up.

"Your father and I are running just a little late. He's supposed to be
getting ready, but I haven't heard him turn the shower on yet. All I need
to do is decorate these cupcakes," my mom said, gesturing to a couple dozen
cupcakes on a cooling rack.

"I have a friend coming over to study this afternoon. I hope that's OK," I
said.

"Jess is coming over?" she asked.

"No, not Jess. It's Justin," I said.

Then we had to go through the whole routine about how she'd never heard me
mention his name. Where did he live? Who were his parents? When . . .

Before she could get really rolling with the questions, there he was at the
door.

"Come on in," I said, opening the door and introducing him to my mom. I
quickly told her we were going up to my room.

"What's the hurry? I'd like to get to know your new friend a little," she
said, turning from her cupcakes to give Justin a good look up and down. If
she hadn't been my mom, I would have sworn she was checking him out.

"Sit down at the counter with my Billy and keep me company for a few
minutes. What have you got there?" she asked, pointing to a large bag he
was carrying.

"Art supplies I bought on my way over here," Justin said as he settled onto
a stool at the counter.

"I didn't know you were into painting," I said.

"More into drawing than painting, but I am doing some painting, too," he
said.

"I'd love to see it someday. What kinds of things do you paint . . . I mean
draw?" my mom said, turning back to her cupcakes. She was asking just the
question I wanted to ask.

"Most subjects that I draw are very hard," he said, stressing the word
"hard" and reaching for my crotch. I jumped in surprise and nodded toward
my mom, who still had her back to us as she worked on her cupcakes. The
expression on my face should have clearly indicated I didn't want him to do
that in front of her, but he ignored it. "I'm practicing some new
techniques, but I don't think that a lot of people are going to be turned
on by my work, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, yes. I love art of all kinds." Then she launched into the standard
mother-quizzing-son's-new-friend routine, her back still turned toward
us. Justin smiled at me and smoothly unzipped my shorts. My mom might
easily have heard him do it, but she didn't seem to. My cock was in his
hand before I could stop him.

My mother chatted on and Justin chatted back, all the time stroking my now
hard cock. Even if she turned around, I realized, she wouldn't be able to
see what he was doing behind the counter. And I could hear the shower
running, so dad wasn't going to walk in on us either.

I really wanted this all to end, but I couldn't think just how. I could
feel my pre-cum leaking, giving Justin all the lube he needed to stroke me
nice and smooth, He was working my cock splendidly, turning his closed fist
around my engorged cockhead, hitting all the sensitive points with an extra
little wiggle of his fingers. Then stroking my full eight inches, spreading
my pre-jizz around.

Having my mother standing right there seemed to excite me even more. I'd
never been caught jerking off or anything like that, but I had thought
about it and what it would be like. Now that the possibility was so real, I
was surprised how turned on I was by it. I really am sick, I thought. But
god this is a fucking trip.

Justin was getting me closer and closer. I knew I couldn't cum. Not
there. Not then. There'd be a mess. A big mess from what I could feel
building up in my nuts. And the smell. And . . .

My mother turned around and looked first at me and then at Justin. Straight
in the eyes. Justin's hand froze where it was - mid stroke. Then my mom
started coming toward us. All the way to the counter where we were
sitting. She put both of her hands palms down on the counter, not seeming
to notice that Justin's hand was still in my lap.

"What a nice friend I think you'll make for my Billy. It looks like the two
of you are hitting it off really well. I hope we see a lot more of you,
Justin. Don't you, Billy?"

I stammered. And finally spit out, "Oh, yeah. I'd like to see a lot more of
Justin and I think I will."

"That's good dear," she said and turned back to her cupcakes.

Justin took that as license to start jacking me off again. What he didn't
seem to realize was that the whole time my mother was standing not three
feet away from us, with his hand wrapped around my fast-leaking, rock-hard,
ready-to-blow cock, her very presence was about to send me over the
edge. At that moment I heard the water in the shower being turned off.

I quick scooted my chair away from Justin and his hyperactive hand, saying,
"Careful, Justin. You almost got me off my stool. I think we should start
studying before we run out of time."

"How do we get to your room from here," Justin asked with a smirk on his
face as he nodded toward my raging hard-on. It was way too big to get back
in my shorts now. "If you'll carry this for me," he said handing me his
drawing supplies, I'll just follow you."

"Yep, we better get going," I said, Justin's bag strategically held in
front of me and my big boner. The idea of flashing my mom while she wasn't
looking popped into my mind. It was a stupid idea, but I almost did
it. Thank god I didn't, because at that moment she turned to shake hands
with Justin.

He started to reach out with his right hand, which at the last second he
realized was still covered with my pre-jizz. He was so cool. He just took a
step back from her, raised his other hand in a little wave and said, "Nice
to meet you," as he turned to follow me to my room.

Once safely in my room, I tried to catch my breath and managed to get my
still hard cock back in my shorts. My hard-on was still completely obvious,
but at least I wasn't standing there dripping pre-cum in front of everyone.

I wouldn't feel safe until my folks were gone and that couldn't be too soon
for me.

I was leaning back against my desk when I heard my parents' car pull away a
short time later. Justin was sitting at the foot of my bed. We each let out
a long sigh of relief as the noise from the car's engine faded away and we
were left alone together at last.

"Now let's get it on," I said. After all Justin's teasing downstairs in
front of my mother, my sexual energy was surging. I mean that was fucking
hot, his jacking my meat right in front of her, well, behind her. But she
was right there. I'd been scared shitless and hard as a rock. I'd almost
cum right in front of my mother. Justin had all but jacked me off in the
kitchen. What if I had cum? What if he'd misjudged and I'd shot a big load
right there under the counter while my mom decorated cupcakes on the other
side? God, I was getting fucking hot and bothered thinking about it. But
now I was ready for some unencumbered sex with Justin.

We had a lot of shit I wanted to talk to him about before this fucking
evening came to a climax, but for now I wanted my own climax. I just really
needed to unload. Get my nut and then we could get serious. But first I
needed a really major cum.

I hurried over to Justin and threw my arms around him, planting a big kiss
on his lips. My tongue was trying to force its way into his mouth. My
crotch pushed itself against his crotch. Rotating. Humping. His lips
remained closed tight. His hips still.

I wanted us to be together. He pulled away.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing really. But you've got a lot to learn," he said.

"Like what?"

"Like how boyfriends act. How they treat each other. If you're going to be
my boyfriend," Justin said, "I want to be treated right. Sure, we can 'get
it on,' but I want something more just now."

I thought he probably was going to try to fuck me again like he did in the
shower. He lightly wrapped his arms around me, nestled his face in my neck
and just hugged me. I hugged him back and started to rub my hard cock
against his crotch.

"Slow down," he whispered in my ear. "Just hold me for a few minutes."

This had never occurred to me. Being with Justin had been about
sex. Sometimes it was hard and hot, sometimes slow and gentle. But it was
always sex. Now he wanted what? To cuddle?

I held him and inhaled the smell of his hair. So fresh and clean. I leaned
into him. I couldn't help it. I was so fucking hard. I tested what was OK
by starting to slowly stroke his back and gently massage his shoulders. I
expected a low groan and a thrust from his cock, which I could feel was
hardening, too.

Instead he started to whisper in my ear how much he liked to be held
. . . held by me. How much he liked spending time with me . . . not the
sex, just being together. How he felt we were growing closer and
closer. How we could grow to be such awesome boyfriends.

He'd said that word again. It must have been him who talked about being
boyfriends. That was the best thing I could have heard. If you'd asked me
10 minutes earlier how I would have reacted to that news, I would have told
you that I'd rip his clothes off him and shove my cock down his throat. But
just now, as I heard him say "grow to be such awesome boyfriends," I turned
to mush in his arms. I felt like I was melting into him, maybe melding into
him. Like we were becoming one as we stood there leaning into each
other. He started to kiss my neck and then my face.

I felt warmed by those kisses and ran my hands across his back and down to
his ass. I didn't squeeze those beautiful buns, I just explored them
through his jeans, enjoying the obvious pleasure he was taking from this
time together.

"Let me just look at you," Justin said, pushing me back from him gently. As
he looked, his hands gently stroked my neck, my chest and then my abs. I
was turned on in a way that I hadn't previously experienced. This was no
sexual frenzy. It was something more. We were connecting in mind and in
spirit and . . . yes, I can't deny it, in lust, too. This was a huge
turn-on, but in such a quiet, calm way. I suppose if one of us had been a
girl, you could have called this romantic. But it was just Justin and me,
touching, holding, kissing.

"I think I love my new boyfriend," Justin said, looking at me. I sensed he
was waiting for my reaction to the L word.

I couldn't help but smile. I wanted to tell him I loved him, too, but the
words didn't come out that way. "My boyfriend," I finally said in an almost
girlish way that I hated as soon as the words left my lips. I'm not
girlish. I'm not!

I took Justin in my arms and held him tight. I wanted to . . . to go back
to just sex. That was so much easier. I knew how to do that. I think Justin
could sense the way I was feeling and whispered, "It's OK. This is
OK. Boyfriends can care about each other. It may be different for each of
us, but we each care in our own way."

My mind made a sudden leap and it was as if I could see Jess' face as
clearly as though he was there. Watching Justin and me in this
embrace. From the look I saw on Jess' face, I knew he was horrified at
seeing Justin and me in each other's arms. It would kill him if he knew. If
he actually saw us this way together. I hugged Justin even harder. "What
about Jess?" I asked.

"We'll tell Jess about us . . . tell him together. He'll understand. It may
take him time, but he'll understand when he sees we really are boyfriends
. . . you and me," Justin said in such a soothing tone. I noticed he didn't
say "love" again. I was glad he didn't. I guess I still had my limits, even
if they were shifting.

Then Justin started to tell me how much he liked my mother, how glad he was
to see my room, where I lived, how I lived. It made me even more real, more
important to him, he said. He was talking in this incredibly quiet voice
that I got lost in, only half hearing the words. Mostly just enjoying the
comfort of his company.

We passed the time. Mostly his talking about me, us and sometimes him. I
don't know when or how, but he was now leaning back against my desk. I was
turned around, my back toward him. Had he turned me around? I was leaning
back against him, one of his arms wrapped around me. His right hand had
slipped down the opened front of my jeans. I swear I don't remember that
happening. He had wrapped his thumb and index finger around the base of my
hardened cock. His other fingers cupped lightly on my balls. He was gently
moving his hand up and down. I realized I could feel the underside of my
cockhead rubbing against his arm somewhere above his wrist. My cockhead was
very sensitive and so hot and hard. I was getting very turned on, but in a
very passive way.

"Just stay relaxed," Justin said and his tongue, very wet and very warm,
slithered into my ear. I groaned at last and Justin pulled me tighter to
him. I noticed for the first time . . . this was so unlike me not to have
noticed immediately . . . that Justin's hard cock was pressing into my ass
cheeks. I gently leaned back into his enormous cock and heard him groan and
then he tensed. He didn't thrust, he only pushed his hard cock against me
and I knew he had cum.

I realized I was cumming, too. My warm cum was filling my jeans as it
flowed down my cock, over, around and through Justin fingers, giving me a
pleasure in orgasm different than any I had known. Justin wasn't stroking
my cock, just gently squeezing, releasing, squeezing, releasing . . . My
cum continued to flow as I felt absolutely complete here with Justin in my
room. It wasn't like we were having sex as much as . . . What? . . . How to
describe it? . . . We were having each other.

As the seconds passed and I started to come out of the moment, Justin
straightened behind me and eased his hand from my cock, saying, "Now that's
what boyfriends can do."

I turned and kissed him, our tongues greeting each other in playful passion
in each other's mouths. What a moment that had been. We really had become
boyfriends.

To Be Continued . . .

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