Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2009 22:31:21 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew Chapter 28 Part 1

Chapter 28
From Jess' viewpoint

On the trip back home from Iowa, all I could think about was how much I had
to tell Billy. And Justin. What would they think? Would they even believe
me? I still was having a hard time believing it myself. I'd been gone less
than a week and my whole world had been turned upside down
. . . again. When was this ever gonna stop?

We got home Saturday about 6 p.m. As soon as I was in the privacy of my own
room, I called Billy on his cell phone. I was surprised to find him at home
and alone.

"I can't believe you aren't with Justin. I thought sure I'd find the two of
you together. Is everything OK?" I asked.

"Yeah. He's got to work until 8," Billy said. "I'm gonna meet him at his
house after he gets off work."

"I've got something I've got to talk to you about. You aren't going to
believe what's happened to me. It'll blow your mind," I said, knowing that
would get Billy's attention.

Billy started trying to get me to tell him right then and there what had
happened, but I had this picture in my mind of telling the two of them face
to face. I wanted to see their expressions when I told them.

Suddenly it occurred to me that I hadn't asked how the week had gone for
him after the big meeting at Ted's house. When I asked him, he said
everything seemed to be cool. But coming out of the closet hadn't quite
resolved everything he'd expected. I wanted to hear all about it, but
face-to-face would be better for that, too. And we could do that, I
figured, before Justin got home.

Billy told me to meet him at Justin's about 8:30, but I told him I couldn't
wait that long. I'd been waiting to talk for days. I was going crazy to
talk to someone. So we agreed to meet at Justin's at 7:30.

Billy said Justin's parents wouldn't mind. "They probably aren't even
there. I've been practically living over there this week anyway. I've got
my own key, so we'll be able to get in. See ya soon," Billy said.

In about an hour, I pulled up in front of Justin's. Billy was sitting on a
bench by the front door waiting for me. He had called Justin at work to
tell him I was back and coming over. And he'd learned Justin's folks
weren't home. Billy let us in and we headed up to Justin's room. That felt
so odd.

Once in Justin's room, with the door closed, I jumped right in with my
questions, starting out just as I had spent the past hour planning it. I
asked Billy all about the guys and how they were reacting. Was anyone
giving him a hard time? Had Terry continued to be a jerk? Had Billy told
his parents yet? Did Justin's parents know? Was Billy finally acknowledging
Justin at school?

Billy seemed to be intent on answering each question as briefly as
possible. He followed each of his answers to one of my questions by asking
about my news. I just kept saying, "I'll get to that. But you first."

Finally, after about 20 minutes, Billy could wait no more. He refused to
answer another question until I told him my news.

"We should wait for Justin," I said. That may sound weird, because just a
little earlier I couldn't wait to tell somebody . . . anybody . . . my
news. But the imagining and the doing weren't the same. In my imagination,
Billy and Justin were both there to hear my story. I really wanted to stall
Billy until Justin got home.

"No, you gotta tell me now," he said. I flashed him my special smile, the
one I saved just for him. He smiled back and then surprised me by pulling
me into a big bear hug. "I knew it. I just knew it."

"Knew what?" I asked.

"You made it with your cousin, didn't you?"

I couldn't imagine how he knew about that.

"I could tell by your fucking smile, dude. You got some and it
shows. You're a fucking man now! So tell me all about it. It's great, isn't
it? Did you nail him? Or did he fuck you? Or both?" he asked. "God fucking
damn, this is great!" And then he started demanding details. Asking endless
questions.

I tried to tell him that that wasn't what I had come to talk to him about,
but he kept asking things. How cute was he? Did he have a big dick? Did he
cum a lot? How many times did we do it? How did it happen? Was it better
than with him and Justin? He wasn't even waiting for answers. He was just
peppering me with questions.

Finally I took a deep breath, resigned to the fact that the conversation
wasn't going anywhere until I first told Billy about Sam and me. So here's
my story, as I told it, or tried to tell it, to Billy:

When we got to my uncle's house, we were all exhausted. We'd had some car
problems and had ended up not getting there until almost noon on Tuesday. I
hadn't slept the whole time. We all stunk so bad I was surprised they let
us in the house.

After the car was fixed, I'd ended up driving most of the way. My dad
finally got at least some sleep in the car.

Because I'd done most of the driving, it was decided that I could take the
first shower and then take a nap in Sam's room, where I'd be staying. Sam
had grown up a lot since I last saw him, but . . .

"I bet he fucking had! So was he hot? What did he look like?" Billy started
quizzing me about Sam again. Still, he gave me no chance to answer.

"Shut up and I'll tell you everything. In good time. Sam's OK looking. He's
smaller than me, but got an OK build. Anyway, back to my story, he had to
go . . ."

"Is he hung like a fucking horse?" Billy again. "I bet he's really hung."

I gave Billy a stern look and answered him with silence. Finally I started
back with my story.

Sam had to go pick up something they needed for the reception they were
going to have after the funeral the next day. So I was going to have a
quiet room to myself for a little while and that sounded perfect to me.

So my new aunt . . .

"The black one? Right?" Billy interrupted again.

"Yes, the black one," I told him.

Anyway, she showed me to the bathroom and gave me a towel. First thing I
tried to do when I got inside was to lock the door. No lock! Who doesn't
have a lock on their bathroom door?

"You were gonna jerk off, weren't ya?"

"Of course, I was gonna jerk off. I hadn't gotten off a load in like
forever."

Billy just kept interrupting. But I began again.

So I checked the shower to see if it offered any privacy in case anyone
walked in on me jerking off. Just my luck, there was a clear glass door on
the shower stall that stood directly opposite the bathroom door. If
somebody walked in on me while I was working my cock, there'd be no hiding
it.

"But you jerked off anyway, didn't ya?" I ignored Billy's question.

I really wanted to take care of the load I'd been building up since the
morning before, but I just wasn't sure I wanted to do it in an unlocked
bathroom in a strange house full of too many people.

I stripped and stepped under the warm water. It felt so good as I started
to soap up. I tried, but I couldn't keep my hands away from my cock. I
stayed about half hard the whole time. It was even worse when I started to
dry off. I couldn't seem to stop giving a little extra attention to my cock
and balls. And that action just kept adding to my frustration.

"Cool. I love it when my cock is like that. So turned on that any little
touch gets it hard," Billy said. "Being fucking horny is great. I love
being a guy."

I just stopped talking. Making it clear that these constant interruptions
were only slowing me from getting to the parts he so desperately wanted to
hear.

Finally, I wrapped my towel around my waist and looked at myself in the
mirror. I stood stock still, watching myself. I could see my half-hard cock
twitching under the towel, but eventually it seemed to give up and went
limp enough that I thought I could get to Sam's bedroom without
embarrassment.

I made it down the hall with no one seeing me and quickly opened the door
and went inside. As I closed the door I could see something . . . something
on TV that looked like . . . my god, it was. It was two guys going at it in
a field.

"What was that?" Billy interrupted again.

"Just shut up and let me tell the story. OK?"

"OK," Billy said.

"I tried to make sense of why there was gay porn playing . . ."

"Gay porn?"

Another long pause and a dirty look. Finally I continued again.

. . . why there was gay porn on the TV in an empty bedroom. It was like I
was in a dream.

"Jess, if this turns out to be a fucking dream, I'm gonna beat your fucking
ass until . . ."

"It's not a fucking dream. Do you want me to tell you what happened or
not?"

He nodded and after a long pause I continued.

As I was trying to figure out why there was porn showing on TV in Iowa of
all places, I heard a voice from behind the door saying, "Goddamnit, close
the door, you idiot."

I quick stepped all the way in the room and closed the door, revealing Sam
leaning back against the headboard on his bed jacking his cock, which I'm
sure you'll be only too glad to hear, was already quite hard.

"What are you doing?" I asked Sam. It must have sounded pretty stupid. Like
I didn't know he was beating off.

"What does it look like I'm doing. I'm jerking off," Sam said to me.

"In the middle of the day? With the door unlocked? Anyone could walk in. I
just did," I said, trying to sound logical and helpful. Not judgmental. Or
disapproving.

"Nobody but you is going to walk into this room. You can take that to the
bank," Sam said and he swung his legs over the edge of the bed so he was
sitting facing me. His hard-on was still firmly in hand. But he'd stopped
jerking off.

"You're not even supposed to be here. You're supposed to be . . . "

"Fuck that. Somebody else can get that shit," Sam said. I was speechless
for a moment.

Finally my mind caught up to reality and I asked, "But you knew I was
taking a shower and gonna walk in, didn't you? So how come you're sitting
here with your dick in your hand and that," I said and kind of nodded
toward the porn movie, "porn on the TV?"

"What's the big deal?" Sam asked me right back. "If it freaks you out,
you'll have to find somewhere else to sleep. I don't have to share my bed
with some homophobe. If it doesn't freak you out, well then, maybe sharing
my bed could get interesting." With that little quip, he squeezed his dick
hard, making the head swell obscenely and a clear drop of pre-cum form at
the tip. I couldn't help but notice. And stare.

I could tell Billy wanted to interrupt again. As a matter of fact I was
drawing this out now just to piss him off. But I raised my finger to my
lips like a librarian telling a kid to be quiet or something like that.

Then I went back to my story.

"So is this gonna be a problem?" Sam asked me kind of like a challenge.

This was not the Sam I had met from time to time through the years. He
wasn't very tall. Maybe 5'7". But he had muscles. Particularly in his
shoulders and biceps. I figured he must be a lifter. His abs weren't
developed, but he had a good lean body for a kid who was only . . .

"How old are you?"

"Plenty old enough, in case you're worried about getting in trouble," Sam
said defensively.

"Eighteen?" I asked.

"Sure, 18. Whatever works for you."

"Look, I don't care. I don't care if you're 18 or 8. I don't care if you're
straight or gay or bi," I told Sam. "It's all fine with me. I just want to
take a nap. I need some rest. I've been in that car forever. You can watch
porn. You can jack off. You can cum till your nads fall off. Just let me
lie down and get some rest, please. Or is there someplace else I can go?"

"Nah. I'll turn it off. I could stand a little shuteye myself," Sam said as
he clicked the TV remote off. He scooted over so he was lying on the far
side of the bed. On top of the bedspread. Still naked. His cock still
hard. His cock still held in his right hand.

I couldn't believe it. Billy was finally being quiet so I could talk.

Sam patted the bed, indicating I was welcome to stretch out beside him. I
can't say I was completely comfortable with the way this was all
developing. But I was so tired I didn't want to have to start looking for
another place to sleep.

As I stretched out on my side of the bed, my towel came loose at my waist
and fell open, exposing my cock, which was still stretched out a bit. Not
hard. But not exactly shriveled either.

I flipped the loose end of my towel to cover myself again. It slipped back
down beside my hip. "Shit," I murmured as I closed my eyes, determined I
was gonna get some sleep.

Within about 30 seconds, I could hear and feel the rhythmic motion all guys
are so familiar with. Sam was jerking off just inches away from me.

I wanted to say something just to let him know that I knew he was jerking
off and that I really didn't care, as long as he let me sleep. "You know
I'm gay, too," I said. The words were out of my mouth before I had even
begun to consider the consequences.

"Cool," Sam said. "So, you want to join me?"

"That's OK," I said, never even opening my eyes.

"Suit yourself," he said and continued in what was evidently a pretty
laidback approach to beating off. Slow. Steady. Rhythmic. I actually
thought that gentle action going on right beside me might lull me to sleep
even faster.

Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. I was feeling less and less
sleepy and more and more horny. I still hadn't gotten off and as I opened
my eyes I saw my cousin, my very hunky cousin, doing exactly what I wanted
to be doing.

"Why not?" I said to Sam as I took my cock in my hand and started to slowly
stroke my own cock in beat with him. Any other beat seemed almost
impossible in these close quarters. I was fully hard in less than a minute
and my cock had Sam's undivided attention.

"You've got a really nice dick," he said. "And a great body, too. It's so
cool that you're gay. I never would have guessed. Have you got a
boyfriend?"

I told him, "No." It probably sounded a little sadder than I meant it
to. "And you?" I asked in return.

"'Nah," he said. "But you've done it with other guys, right?"

"That depends on what you mean by 'it,'" I said. "I've messed around some
with a couple of good friends."

"I know, dude," Billy said, beaming like he was so proud. "OK, I'll be
quiet."

"Cool," Sam said and I noticed he was starting to produce a little
pre-cum. Each time a little drop would form at the tip of his cock, he'd
dip a finger in it and spread it carefully across the taut, hard surface of
his cockhead obviously trying to lubricate it better.

After watching him do that a couple of times, I figured I ought to help the
guy out, since I seemed to be producing a lot more of my gooey stuff than I
needed.

So I wiped the palm of my free hand across my slimy cockhead and squeezed
another surge of pre-jizz from my cock to add to it. Then I reach over and
wiped it on Sam's cock. He let out a groan, kinda like a dog, and rocked
his head back and forth on his pillow.

As I started to remove my hand, he turned to look at me and begged, "Oh,
no. Fuck no. Keep doing that. Your hand feels so fucking
great. Please. Fucking please."

So I returned my hand to his cock and started slowly jacking him. It wasn't
that long or fat a cock. But it was certainly hard. Jutting straight
out. Not up like mine.

"You like that, huh?" I asked and turned my head to look at him. His head
was turned toward me and so our faces were just inches apart. We stared
directly into one another's eyes.

"Fuck, yea," was all he said.

"He talks a lot like you," I told Billy. Billy just smiled at me.

So there I was, lying naked beside my naked hunky cousin on his bed,
jerking him off in broad daylight in an unlocked room in a house full of
people who would be so freaked if they only knew.

But I couldn't stop.

Sam left his mouth hanging slightly open as though the pleasure I was
giving him was so extreme he didn't have the strength to close it.

After a minute or two, he reached over, pushed my hand away from my cock
and started jacking me. I have to admit that felt pretty damn good.

So I'm lying in bed. Side by side with my cousin. Each with a raging
hard-on. Jerking each other off. While my tired brain isn't working that
well, I do realize that if anyone were to talk in on us . . . Well, you
know. So I'm alternating between worrying about the unlocked door and
trying to focus on how good it feels to have Sam's talented little fingers
wrapped around my horny teenage cock. Sam picks up the remote and turns the
TV back on. He starts fast-forwarding through a rimming scene and then a
scene where the same two guys are fucking for the longest time, even on
fast forward.

"This is the good part," he says like some sort of announcer. The picture
jumps back to normal speed. It's two guys out in some grass somewhere. One
is lying naked on his back. His long cock lying on his amazing abs. The
other guy is kneeling beside him, his enormous, hard cock in his hand. You
can tell he's getting ready to cum by the way he starts to tense up. Then
he bends his cock so it's pointed down at the guy lying on the ground and
he starts shooting cum all over the guy. It's more cum than I've ever
seen. More than Billy could shoot. More than Justin could shoot.

It was making me hot, but I knew it was making Sam even hotter. He was
gonna blow his wad soon. He looked over at me and said in a kind of
halting, raspy voice, cuz of the buildup to his cum, "Can I cum on you?"

You know me. I couldn't say no to that. I nodded OK and he got on his knees
beside me. Like he's mimicking the action we'd just watched on TV. He bends
his hard cock down and says quietly, "Fucking all over you." With just
those words he unleashed a pretty healthy load, mostly on my hard cock. My
nuts. And in my pubes.

The heat of his cum flowing over my cock was amazing. It set off every
sensor in my cock. I was twitching and leaking and aching and throbbing. My
cock was so over-stimulated. But I didn't touch it. I just let my tension
build.

Sam kept stroking his cock, even as it started to deflate. And cum kept on
oozing from it, as his stroking encouraged the stringy white sauce to keep
flowing. I reached up and instinctively rubbed his abs and then cupped his
slimy balls in my palm. When he finally stopped stroking, I reached up and
stroked his cock a few times, coaxing a little more cum to
flow. Remembering what it had been like with you and Justin.

Billy smiled big.

"Now let's not waste that lube," Sam said to me. He had this particularly
mischievous look on his face.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked. I was getting hornier by the
second. I really needed to get off in the worst way. I thought he was going
to use his cum to jerk me off. Instead, he got on all fours as he said,
"Doggy style. That OK with you?"

"Uh, sure, I guess," I said, uncertain what I was being asked to do, but
pretty sure he wanted me to fuck him. I should have said no, but something
in my head, some part of my upbringing, said it wouldn't be polite. I was a
guest in his room. This was going to happen. He was already on his hands
and knees with his ass pointed right at me.

"OK, dude, rub some of my cum in my asshole. Lube me up," Sam tells me.

He reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart, giving me easy access. I
scooped some of his cum from my pubes and lubed a couple of fingers. I
tentatively started to push my cum-covered middle finger against his
pucker. It didn't feel like it was going to give.

"Just stick it in," Sam says. I pushed harder and to my amazement, my
finger slid right in. And soon, with only a few further directions from
Sam, I was pumping three fingers into his ass and stroking my own hard-on
with my other hand.

Then I just started to do stuff I'd seen in the porn video. I rubbed my
hard cock across his ass crack. The friction of his ass against the
underside of my hard cock was making me harder, hotter, longer.

I didn't need anymore coaching. Nature took over and I shoved my cock in
his hole. I saw him flinch in pain and stopped. "You OK?" I asked.

He didn't say anything at first and then started to push back. I watched as
my cock slid easily into his hole. It was an amazing sensation. Soon we
were in a somewhat awkward rhythm, but it was getting the job done for
me. And from Sam's free flowing profanity, I was pretty sure it was working
for him, too.

He reached around and slapped his own ass. Hard. I took his cue and slapped
him myself. "Yea."

The bed was rocking and we were both groaning. People anywhere in the house
must have been able to hear us fucking, but that didn't seem to matter to
me or to him. We were just too hot. Too horny.

It wasn't long before I felt that tightness in my groin. My nuts were
pulled up tight. I reached around and felt Sam's nuts. They were pulled up,
too. His cock was full hard again and I took it in my hand and started
stroking him.

After about a minute of that action, he reared up so we were both
kneeling. My hard cock was buried deep up his tight butt. We couldn't
really get a rhythm in that position, but I kept on stroking him with one
hand, running the other over his muscled chest and arms. Tweaking hit
tits. Caressing his bod.

He leaned his head back so his mouth was near my ear and said, "I'm
cumming" and, with that, he was. Cumming all over my hand, dripping down
onto the bed.

As he came, his ass muscles tightened around my cock and I knew I was about
to cum. I leaned my hips hard into him, trying to bury my cock as far as it
would go. Now this was how I thought fucking should be. We tumbled
forward. Face down onto the bed. Sam under me. My cock still deep in his
ass. The impact of our fall drove me still deeper into Sam. His ass spasmed
one more time around my hot cock and I exploded. My cum firing into his
ass. I pulled back, feeling my fresh cum lubing Sam's ass like nothing I'd
ever experienced before. And I started to drive deep into him. Time and
again. I just fucked the hell out of him. I couldn't stop.

I think Sam started to cum again. I don't know. I don't know if he could. I
sure as shit didn't care. I was getting my rocks off like never before. So
what if he was my cousin. So what if the whole family probably heard
everything that went on. I didn't care. It felt good. It was so . . . I
didn't have a clue what the word was, but I didn't care. I was starting to
come down from my first cum up a guy's ass.

I hadn't planned to tell Billy all this. Not this way. Not now. But I
had. And telling it had me pumped. As I finished telling the story and sat
there looking at Billy, I could tell he was on the verge.

"Billy, I got to tell you, it was like nothing I'd ever done. I'm not a
virgin any more."

To Be Continued . . .

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