Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2009 10:57:45 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew Chapter 24 Part 1

Chapter 24 -- Part I
From Jess' viewpoint


I'd spent most of the day e-mailing, texting and talking to friends and
teammates trying to figure out where and how this rumor outing Billy got
started. It was so frustrating. No one seemed to know where it had come
from.

Ted, who was the first to tell me about the rumor, had said he thought it
started with Kate. But when he tried to remember what he'd heard and from
whom, as best he could remember it was a guy on the swim team named Terry
who had first mentioned it. Ted thought Terry had said something like, "I
can't believe what I heard about Billy. I don't think he's like that. Did
you hear anything?"

Ted didn't think Terry ever said the word "gay," because he remembered not
knowing what the hell Terry was talking about. But before Ted could ask
him, Terry was moving off to talk to some girl who had just come in. Terry
seemed anxious to talk to her and Ted didn't think anything more about it
until much later.

By the time I headed over to Justin's to meet Justin and Billy, I didn't
know much more about how the rumor got started than I had that
morning. Fragments and half-remembered comments were twisting and turning
in my head.

Billy and Justin were talking in Justin's room with the door ajar when I
got there. It struck me as I approached that the three of us were never
together, except for that one brief, painful time at Billy's. I guess I was
relieved to find they weren't fucking. Or sucking. Or even jacking off. I
didn't need any more surprises.

I came in and sat down. They both looked at me for a minute without saying
a word. Then Justin said something like, "Hi, man. How ya hanging?" Billy
just looked at me, kind of like he was mad. Or didn't trust me. Or maybe
both.

"Kind of a tough day," I said to Justin. Then I looked over at Billy and
nodded. He nodded back. "And you guys?" I asked.

"Got off to a great start. I mean a great fucking start. Literally," Justin
said with a big grin on his face. Billy kicked Justin's leg, not even
trying to be subtle or anything. Letting Justin know to shut up.

"It's OK. I had a pretty good idea what you guys were going to be up
to. Billy talks," I said, with a wink to Justin. Then looking at Billy I
said, "Sorry I had to bring you a downer on your weekend . . . you know,
your special weekend."

"We know, Jess," Billy said. I could feel anger in his voice. Was he mad at
me? "So who started the fucking rumor? Was it you Jess? You're the only one
who knew."

His words were so harsh that I leaned back as though he'd attacked me
physically. He certainly didn't waste time laying his cards on the
table. His words hurt. Really hurt. I'd put up with a lot of shit from him
recently and I was trying my damned best to be his best friend, even when
he didn't seem to be trying to be mine. I didn't deserve this.

I got up and took a step toward him. I wasn't going to let him intimidate
me. "Why would I out you?" I said jabbing a finger into his chest. "It
would only draw suspicion back on me. Which is exactly what's
happened. Because you're out fucking around with Justin, I get brought into
this whole thing and now people are asking questions about me. Do you think
it makes any sense for it to be me who outed you? Just think about it
Billy. And thanks for the vote of confidence in your so-called `best bud,'
you fucker."

I was pissed. And hurt. I was considering leaving. But Justin, always the
one with the right words at the right time, started talking slowly,
thoughtfully, calmly. "Billy, you don't mean that. You may feel betrayed
. . . by someone . . . but you know Jess would never do that. You know Jess
better than . . ."

Justin kept talking in that calm reasoned voice. Sometimes to
Billy. Sometimes to me. He sounded so reassuring. He talked to Billy
straight up about how he had to understand that I was jealous of their
relationship, about the long friendship between Billy and me, and about the
psychological abuse Billy had put me through. As Justin kept talking, I
could see the tension and anger ease out of Billy until he was sitting
slumped, deflated on Justin's bed.

I was amazed at how much Justin knew about the two of us. Billy must tell
him everything. Everything we said and did. And now Justin was weaving it
into a single explanation of why it made no sense to suspect me. If I had
wanted to hurt Billy . . . if I had wanted to out Billy, I would have done
it after walking in on the two of them in Billy's room. That was the time I
was really hurt, seeing the two of them going at it like dogs in heat. Not
now.

I nodded in agreement and thanked Justin. He stepped toward me and pulled
me into a bear hug, which I really needed just then. I felt so warm and
safe in his arms. This was the side of Justin that really made me
jealous. It wasn't the fucking and the sucking. It was that Justin cared so
damn much about other people. Helping other people. I didn't want our hug
to end.

Finally, Billy stood up. I caught his movement from the corner of my eye
and it caused me to break away from Justin's hug. I didn't know what Billy
might be going to do. I have to admit that for the first time I feared he
might hit me.

But he didn't. He held out his hand to me and said simply, "I'm sorry."

It was my turn to hug him. Not as warm and welcoming a hug as Justin had
just given me. I wasn't emotionally ready for that. Forgive and forget was
a nice idea. At that moment I thought I could forgive, but I knew I
couldn't forget. So I gave Billy a hug that said let's try to put this
behind us. Let's try to be friends again.

"It's going to be OK," I told Billy as he finally pulled away from
me. "I've talked to a lot of the guys and almost all of them say they don't
care if you're gay or straight. Of course, they asked me if it was true. I
told them to ask you if they had any questions. Ted even said he would have
picked me as gay before you, if that makes you feel any better."

"He did?" Billy said, his mood lifting a bit. "Did he ask if you were?"

"Nobody asked me," I told him. "They acted . . . sounded like they really
didn't care one way or the other. They were curious about what was going
on, that's all."

As we talked about the reaction among our friends, my cell phone rang. It
was Ted. He asked how Billy was doing and I brought him up to speed. Then
he asked to speak to Billy.

While Billy and Ted talked, Justin and I talked to each other. Nothing
special. Just filling each other in.

When Billy hung up, he said, "Ted's gonna invite all the guys over to his
house after school tomorrow so I can talk to them."

Justin and I looked at each other in surprise and disbelief. "What are you
gonna say?" Justin asked.

"I guess I'm gonna say I'm gay."

Justin and I were completely stunned. We started to pepper him with
questions. Why? What made him decide to do that? Was he sure?

It turned out that in talking to Ted, Ted had asked Billy straight up if he
was he gay. Billy said he was sort of surprised by the bluntness of the
question and even more surprised by his own answer. It had just come out
spontaneously. He had told Ted he was. And Ted had said simply, "That's
great. Have you met someone, someone special?"

Billy had told him yes, he'd met someone. He hadn't said who. Again Ted had
just said sincerely, "That's great." The exchange had put Billy at
ease. He'd said he was gay. He'd said it out loud to someone. And the world
hadn't collapse. It didn't even shake. And Billy felt so much better
telling the truth.

It was his turning point. And now he didn't want to turn back, even though
it surprised him how quickly it all had happened.

Then he looked at me and asked. "Are you gonna join me?"

I blushed. It sort of felt like he'd asked me to marry him or something. It
was so personal and yet so open. I couldn't answer him. I just shrugged and
then said, "Let me think about it."

"Sure, think about it," Billy said. "I think it would be great for both of
us." And then he looked at Justin and stepped over and put his arm around
him and added, "For all three of us."

Suddenly I knew my answer.

"Billy, when you come out to the guys, you're going to open up a whole new
life for yourself. A life with Justin. A life where you don't have to lie
and you don't have to hide. It's not like that for me."

I explained to Billy and Justin that if I came out, I would have no
life. Did they really think I was going to find a boyfriend with just a
couple of months of school left? No. And no matter how much our friends
might accept me being gay, there would be others who wouldn't and who could
make life hard for me. Even if they never said anything to my face, I knew
they'd be talking. Of course, I knew they'd be talking about Billy behind
his back, too. But Billy wouldn't be alone. I would.

And there were my parents. They'd be far worse than Billy's. I didn't think
there'd be a place for me at Justin's, even if he offered. I told Billy I
would support him in every way, but that I couldn't come out. Not now. I
wasn't ready. My life wasn't ready.

"I'll stand by your side and support you whenever and wherever you need
me. But I can't come out. Not now," I said.

I thought Billy was gonna be angry with me again. Angry for not supporting
him. After all, I was the guy who got him into this. I was responsible for
the whole thing. He never would have even met up with Justin if it weren't
for me. If I weren't gay . . . It really was my fault in a way and now I
was going to leave Billy to come out by himself. He had every right to be
angry with me.

But he wasn't. He said he understood completely. He told me how earlier
that morning he and Justin had fought because Justin wanted Billy to come
out. Told Billy he had to. Billy had said no. He wasn't ready.

"Things seem to be changing really fast around here," Billy said. "But I
remember how I felt this morning. I just thought I couldn't come out. I
know how that felt and I know how it felt when Justin said I had to. I'm
not going to try to tell you what you have to do. Only you know that."

I was so relieved. And for the first time in weeks, I felt Billy and I
really were best friends again. Despite all the crap going on, we were
still best friends. I told him to "get his ass over here" and then gave him
a hug. A hug as warm and welcoming as Justin and I had shared. A hug that
said more than I could put into words. And Billy hugged me back.

The conversation meandered about for a while until we got talking about how
each of us came to our first real certainty that we were gay. We'd each
gone through the worrying and fretting and wondering. But what we were
talking about that afternoon was that moment when the curtain rose and gay
life began.

I had just finished telling them that I didn't think I'd ever had such a
moment. Not a moment like Justin with the twins.

I'd never doubted that Justin would say that his gay life began on his 18th
birthday with the twins. But he said that moment had been eclipsed. Last
night. When Billy had made love to him that first time. He felt not only
was he gay, but that he was fulfilled. For the first time, being gay made
sense, made him happy, made him who he was with Billy. It was being gay on
a whole new level, he said.

Billy agreed. Last night for him had been that same kind of moment. But
Billy being Billy started talking about it in the most graphic way. How it
had felt as Justin's hard, slick cock had pushed firmly but gently against
his ass until it slid in. How Justin had masterfully pumped those amazing
nine inches of hard cock in and out of Billy's ass. How . . .

As Billy talked on in great detail, we had all started groping ourselves,
adjusting our hardening cocks. There were a lot of glances from one crotch
to the other as we all got harder and harder. Finally, Justin had opened
his jeans and whipped out his nine inches and was unashamedly stroking it
as Billy talked on. Billy was next and soon I followed suit.

Before Billy got to the part in his story where either of them came, we
were all three sitting there with our hard cocks in our hands, stroking our
meat, listening to Billy's story . . . Billy and Justin's life.

"I think that's about enough of that, Billy," Justin finally said, cutting
the story short just before Billy got into how the cum started flying. "I
don't think Jess needs to hear every detail."

Suddenly, we were all silent. With no one talking, we all looked sort of
awkwardly from one to the other. Without Billy and his graphic sex talk, it
seemed kind of strange for the three of us to be sitting there. Each with
his hard cock in his hand. Beating off.

Finally Justin said to me, "So what's your greatest fantasy . . . sex
fantasy? What would you like to do more than anything else?"

I didn't have to hesitate. "I've told you both that I want one or both of
you guys to cum all over me. I want to be showered in your cum."

"That's cool," Justin said and gave me a grin laced with so much lust that
I had to stop stroking my cock for fear I might cum just from the way he
was looking at me. I noticed that while I might have stopped cranking my
cock, Justin hadn't stopped running his hand up and down his mammoth
hard-on. His other hand played with his balls.

"And what about you, Billy? What's your No. 1 sex fantasy? And it better
include me," Justin said.

"I don't know if it's possible or not, but I want us to both fuck each
other in the ass at the same time. I've seen videos where guys can fuck
themselves with their own cocks, so I figure there's got to be a way to do
it. Can you imagine shooting a big load up each other's asses at the same
time? Our dicks up each other's butts. Tongues down each other's
throats. It would be fucking unreal. God, I want to do it."

The heat in the room was climbing fast. While Billy was telling his
fantasy, I was sweating. I had to strip my shirt off. I was running one
hand across my pecs and teasing my raging hard-on with the other. I was so
turned on hearing Billy talk and watching these two guys. So cool as they
worked their cocks, played with their nuts, flaunted their sexy bodies. I
was truly ready to bust a nut.

"So what about you?" Billy asked Justin with a knowing smirk.

"I want to have the two of us," he said looking right back at Billy, "fuck
a guy at the same time. I dream about how it would feel to have both of our
cocks buried in a tight asshole. Feel them rubbing against each other. The
friction. The heat. The smell of guys doing it. And then when one of us
started to cum, it would trigger the other and we'd be sloshing our cocks
in and out of that tight, creamed ass . . ." His voice just sort of tailed
off as the image overcame him.

"Anybody's ass in particular?" Billy asked. It was obvious he knew the
answer.

As I looked over to Justin for his reply, I thought it looked like he was
blushing. I'd never seen him blush. "Yeah, anyone in particular?" I asked
Justin.

He paused for a moment. He looked hard at Billy. And then hard at me. I
thought he was trying to decide whether to answer or not. Then, staring
right at me, he said in a quiet voice, the kind of voice that made what
Justin said so special, "You. With you. I've had this dream of Billy and me
both fucking you."

Now I was blushing. "No way," I said before I could even think. "No way."

"I know," Justin said. "But that's the truth. I'm not sure I really even
want to do it. But I do dream about it. It's my special fantasy. I mean,
let's face it Jess, you have got one of the hottest asses of any guy I ever
saw. Who wouldn't want to do something spectacular with it if they had the
chance."

I don't know what possessed me, but I stood up and turned my ass toward
Justin. Bent over. Pulled my ass cheeks apart. And flexed my sphincter,
trying to give him a third-eye wink. "So how do you like it?" I said, using
my favorite quip. Humor to cover my nervousness.

"I like," Justin said as he got to his feet. He was squeezing his nine-inch
hard-on tight at the base, making it swell more than I had ever seen. It
was bulging red. Veins popping out. Obscenely huge. I was entranced by it.

I was still bent over, my ass cheeks spread. Justin stepped up behind me. I
could see the clear ooze flowing down his cockhead. Running down to his
tight fist at the base of his incredibly long shaft. "Don't you dare," I
said quietly but firmly.

"Just let me touch it," he said. Before I could respond, I felt the
underside of his hard, hot cock rub against my ass lips. It's warmth and
hardness and the reality that it was Justin's cock pressing against my
sphincter sent tremors through my entire body. It felt like lightning bolts
where exploding in my brain.

I gasped and every muscle in my butt twitched and contracted. "You like
that," Justin said in his reassuring voice and then he started humping my
ass. I could clearly feel the hard ridge of his cockhead as it grazed
across my sphincter. His pre-cum lubed my ass. I didn't pull away. It was a
sensation I had never experienced. And he was right. I did like it.

Justin was holding my hips in his hands, getting a good rhythm going with
his cock in my crack. I was responding with a gentle pressure back and a
little hip motion of my own.

Justin let out a little groan. I was pretty sure he was getting close. I
straightened up a bit, bringing my face next to Justin's. He started
probing my ear with his tongue while continuing to hump my ass. And both of
us were moaning in pleasure.

"What about me?" Billy said plaintively in a voice too loud for the moment.

Justin stopped and pulled away. But that didn't matter. I had heard Billy's
words. I could hear how left out he felt. I wasn't mad at Billy anymore,
but I have to say that to hear him say those words – "What about me?" --
made me feel even better than when he'd said he was sorry.

There were all kinds of ways for the three of us to interact. Billy had
just felt what it was like when one guy got left out completely. I didn't
want the two of them to fuck me, or even one of them. Well, maybe . . .

"I've got an idea. Let's hit the hot tub. We could all stand to relax a
bit." Justin's words interrupted my thoughts.

I didn't even know there was a hot tub at Justin's house and apparently
Billy didn't either. Justin said it was in a screened porch area at the
back of the house, shielded from prying eyes. His parents were going to be
out for hours and so he told us to leave our clothes in his room, grab a
towel and follow him.

So the three of us, buck naked and with our hard-ons jutting out in front
of us, headed for the hot tub.

Justin led the way, followed by Billy and then me. My cock was so hard
right then that it felt like the entire center part of my body, every
muscle from my nips to my knees, was straining just to keep my enormous
cock jutting straight up and out. It felt great. Powerful. Unstoppable.

My cock was so sensitive. I could feel the air moving past it as I
walked. I felt that with a cock this hard, this big, this much desired by
Justin and Billy, too, I could rule the world.

What a night. We were three horny teens heading off for a new adventure.

To Be Continued . . .

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