Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:23:33 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew, Chapter 29, Part 4

Part IV of the final chapter is finally ready to roll. Just two more parts
to go before this project comes to a close.

I hope you are still enjoying it. I have to say I was surprised by how
quiet most of you guys were after this last part. I'm not sure what you
thought about Jess' news. Or about his request that Justin and Billy help
him try to figure things out. Was it too big a twist in the story without
any warning? Well, that's one of the big differences between life and
fiction. Life is far less predictable.

Chapter 29 -- Part IV
From Justin's viewpoint

I didn't have a clue how to answer this. Jess wanted us to fuck him so that
he would know the truth about his sexuality. To prove, at least in his
mind, whether he was truly gay. Or not. I didn't think it was likely to
answer his questions. It would only add more questions to the list he
already had. I felt sure of it.

And it completely violated the rules Billy and I had created for
ourselves. We just could not fuck someone else. We couldn't! Not even
Jess. Not even for this.

After Jess had said what he wanted, the room was quiet for way too long. I
finally pulled my head together enough to say, "What you're asking isn't
that easy. Billy and I need to talk about it."

"I understand," Jess said. "Go ahead and talk. Ask me whatever you
want. I've thought about this a lot. All week. Nothing but this. And
there's no one else I can turn to. But I need you to help me." He was
pleading. Almost crying.

"We need to talk in private," I said. "You just wait here." Billy and I
excused ourselves and went through the bathroom to the adjoining bedroom,
where the twins had stayed. We closed the door.

"Man, he wants me to fuck him. How weird is that? I didn't see this
coming," Billy said.

"How are we gonna tell him we can't?" I asked.

"Whadya mean `can't'? How do you know we can't? We haven't even talked
about it yet," Billy said, his agitation growing quickly.

"But we have talked about it and we set our rules. We both agreed," I said.

"Yeah, I know, but maybe we can. Just this once. It's not like we're gonna
be fucking Jess every day. The guy wants our help. He's my best bud. How
can I say no? Not after all the shit we've done with Ted and Greg and
Alex. How can we draw the line here? Now? With Jess?"

"We're not drawing the line just with Jess. It's not that it's OK with
other guys but not OK with him. We did a lot of stuff with Jess that night
by the hot tub. Or don't you remember? He sure does. We did all that stuff
with him to help him out. To make him feel better about himself. To help
him make sense of . . . " I stammered for the right words. " . . . sense of
this. But we've agreed that fucking . . . making love . . . that's just
between the two of us. We agreed. At least I did. And I thought you did,
too. We can't do this. Not even with Jess."

"Sure, I know we've got fucking rules, but this is different. If we agree
to it in advance. A one-time thing. Think about it. Who gets hurt? Nobody,
that's who."

"Are you sure this isn't just you wanting to have sex with Jess?" I
asked. "Is it really because he's a friend in need or is it . . ." I left
the implications hanging unspoken.

Billy paused. I could tell his mind was racing. Filled with ideas and some
confusion. At last he said, "To be honest, for me, it's more about the
guilt than the sex. I have really fucked this guy over more than just a few
times. I gotta admit that," Billy said. "He's my best bud and I've treated
him like fucking shit. Did you see how he looked out there? He needs
this. Yeah, I'll admit the sex might be fucking hot. But so what? This
could be win-win-win. He gets his answer and you and I get our one and only
chance at a real three-way. Man, what's the problem with this one time. We
can do this. Can't we?"

Billy sounded completely sincere. At least for Billy. And I knew that when
I accused Billy of only wanting to do it for the sex, I was really talking
more about myself. I think I'd always been more attracted to Jess than
Billy was. At least sexually attracted. I had to admit, though I tried not
to think about it too hard just then, that the idea of Billy and me fucking
Jess at the same time . . . our cocks rock hard and held tight together by
Jess' asshole . . . thrusting cock against cock inside Jess's butt
. . . cumming together . . . powerful surges . . . fucking Jess together
. . . the three of us locked in the bond of . . . Oh, shit. This was still
my No. 1 fantasy. And with that fantasy so clear in my head, how could I
ever know what I really thought? And if I didn't know what I thought, how
could I argue with Billy and Jess? And they both seemed ready to go through
with this plan. I was certain Jess wouldn't learn what he thought he needed
to know about himself. But who would it hurt? Probably no one. And it would
be so hot.

Billy and I talked a little more, but I knew the die was cast. Billy was
going to fuck Jess. I started to wonder what I was supposed to do while
this was going on. And I started to visualize my fantasy again. Visualize
what I lusted to do. Or was it more than lust? Was it hope? Did I really
hope to . . . ?

My mind was a fucking mess as we went back out to talk with Jess.

To be continued . . .

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