Date: Thu, 05 Mar 2009 17:13:41 -0500
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

From Justin's viewpoint


I thought I knew what I wanted most out of life: friends, fun, money and
lots and lots of sex. So far I didn't seem destined to have as much of
anything as I wanted. But god did I want it. Particularly the sex part.

That Wednesday evening, I didn't have a clue what Jess wanted, but he sure
seemed to think it was important and needed to be like a big secret. We
couldn't meet at my house, or his house, or any place anyone we knew might
see us. He said he'd call me and let me know where we'd meet about
dinnertime. So I was waiting. I sure hoped this would not be a prank.

Being gay and out to most everybody, I had to be a little careful. There
were plenty of guys at school who would love to beat the crap out me. But I
was pretty sure that wasn't gonna happen with Jess. He was a jock and all
jocks were suspect in my book. But I thought Jess seemed like a nice enough
guy. He'd helped me out in a pinch last year and acted like it was nothing.

And he was hot! That's how I'd worked up the nerve to ask him to let me use
his project in the first place. I'd heard he'd done one the year before
almost exactly like I needed. And, since I'd been lusting after his trim
hard body for at least a year, I figured it was a chance to see it up close
and personal. I'd figured the worst he could do was tell me to fuck
off. But he'd been a nice guy. And I got a chance to check out his package
. . . to see for myself if the rumors that he was packing 10 fat inches
were true. I never figured anything would come of it, you know, like we'd
fall in love and get married or anything. Nothing is exactly what
happened. For the year since the project, he'd acted like he didn't know me
from Adam.

But something was up. Maybe he was gonna be another one of those guys
trying to see if he could "use" my employee discount at A&F. Since landing
that part-time gig, I'd had a lot of new friends coming around who thought
they could score some hot clothes cheap. It was like I'd won the
lottery. That could be it.

I figured I'd know soon enough. And, if I was lucky, maybe Mr. Big Cock
would spring for my dinner. Maybe we'd munch on foot-long hot dogs . . . or
something.

****

So after all the intrigue, we ended up at a picnic table practically behind
a dumpster behind an Arby's that I didn't even know existed. I think it was
safe to assume no one either of us knew would see us there. Jess' secret,
whatever it was, would be safe from prying eyes. On he plus side, Mr. Big
Cock had sprung for my meal.

After some small talk about the food and thanks for coming and listening to
him bitch about swim practice, Jess fell completely silent. He wasn't
anything like the show-off I'd seen often enough laughing and joking with
his jock friends in the cafeteria at school. He looked a little scared and
sad. He continued to eat, saying nothing.

Finally, to break the silence and make sure I didn't waste my whole night
if all he wanted was to score some jeans, I said, "So what's up?"

And he said, "Uh . . ." and stared at what was left of his curly fries.

After waiting too long, I said, "Did you want to ask me something?"

"Yeah." Long pause.

"So what is it?"

Another long pause. And then he looked up and fixed me with the deepest
stare. It was like he was trying to look from his soul into my soul. So sad
and so scared. It made me tingle like he was touching me in some special
way. And I don't mean sexually.

And then he asked in a very soft, almost pleading voice, "Do you think I'm
gay?"

What? This hot jock with the enormous dick was asking me . . . what?

"I never said that. Did somebody say I told them you were gay?" Big problem
here. Maybe, I figured, I was about to get my twink butt kicked for
something I hadn't even done. Hadn't even thought. Where was this coming
from? Didn't see it coming.

"No, I didn't mean I thought you had. I just . . ." and he went back into
his long pause mode.

"You just thought . . . ?" I tried to get him to finish his sentence.

Finally he said, "I just thought . . . you being gay and all . . . maybe
you knew if I was gay, too. Maybe you just knew . . . or could tell me how
to know. . . . I don't know exactly . . . but . . ." And he looked down at
his fries again.

And then he stunned me as he blurted out, "I love to eat cum and I think
about guys' bodies a lot. I've never fucked my girlfriend. I never wear
underwear and I think I might . . . Oh, god, I can't believe I'm saying
this stuff." He took a deep breath and then said so distinctly, enunciating
each word so carefully, "I think I might be gay." And he fixed me with that
soul-searching gaze again.

Relief. He wasn't gonna beat the shit out of me. Confusion. What did this
have to do with me?

My mind was racing. What to do? What to say? I just started talking. I told
him I liked to go commando, too. In fact I was hanging free right then.

"You are? Me. Too!" he said.

"Sure. It feels great!"

Then I asked him to start at the beginning and he told me about how he and
Billy started jacking off together when they were kids and how much he
enjoyed it. How Billy met his first girlfriend and left Jess feeling
abandoned. Jess told me, without making it sound like bragging, how he
could shoot his cum so far. How one day some went in his mouth and how he'd
been a "cum hound," his words, ever since.

"But you guys are best friend again, right?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said. "What Billy and I have is special."

"So how often do you eat cum?"

"All the time. Whenever I can. I love it in my mouth. The taste. The
smell. The warm liquid ooze swirling around on my tongue. I did it just
before I came to meet you."

Now I was getting hard. And really interested.

"I don't want to be gay, but if I am, I can't lose Billy," he said. And I
thought he might start to cry.

"You love Billy?"

"Oh, yeah!" he said and I could see the very thought of Billy made Jess
smile.

"Well, I never thought I'd say this . . . Shit, I never thought I'd be
having this conversation, but from the little bit I've seen and heard, I'd
say you could be well on your way to a life in La-La Land."

He gave me a blank look.

"It sounds to me like you're gay. I mean the cum eating . . . Shit, I love
cum. I love eating cum, but it sounds like you've got me beat in that
department. And I may have hooked up with a couple of guys, but I've never
been in love with a guy. I don't know what to say, but, hey bud, welcome to
the family."

We talked some more about gay stuff. How it wasn't so bad. How I kind of
liked that I was gay. What great gay stuff you could find on line. I told
him I'd really be happy if I could just live someplace where there were
more gay guys around. None of this seemed to cheer him up

Jess had two more questions he wanted answered. What should he do about
Billy? Tell him he was gay? Or don't? And when and how did I first know
that I was gay?

"Tell Billy? He doesn't know?" I asked, confused again. "Haven't you guys
jacked off together like a million times? You've been close since you were
kids or whatever. He's your fuck buddy. What do you need to tell?"

"We're not fuck buddies. It isn't like that. We . . ."

I cut him off. "I'm sorry. Bad choice of words. You love him. So the
problem is . . .?"

"If I tell him I'm gay, he's gonna freak. I don't think he likes gays. He's
always talking about 'faggots' this and 'faggots' that. He thinks you may
be a faggot."

"So you guys have never talked about this? Right?"

"Yeah."

"And you're afraid if you come out of the closet, you'll drag him into
something he wants no part of."

"Exactly," Jess said. "But Billy's gonna figure it out and then what?"

I told Jess I didn't know enough to tell him how to handle telling Billy,
but that I'd known I was gay since I was about 10. I didn't know what gay
was then. I just thought I was different, special.

"So when did you know you were gay for sure? How did you know?"

"It all really became clear when my cousins came to visit last summer. They
were going to work all summer for my dad and stay in our guestroom. Turned
out it was cheap labor for dad; cheap thrills for me."

So I told him my story:

"I had the perfect bedroom. It was on the second floor and . . ." Even as I
started telling this story, which I'd told before, I felt my dick start to
get hard. I loved the feel of my dick getting hard inside my jeans.

My bedroom had an adjoining bath. My folks' room was downstairs on the
other side of the house, so I could play my music loud, watch TV late,
whatever, and they never heard a thing. The guestroom shared the bath with
my room. As a matter of fact, the bedrooms were separated by the bath with
a door leading into each. That proved to be perfect, too.

My cousins, Paul and Pat, are twins and just a year older than me. They
looked a lot alike, but weren't really identical. But they were both really
hot. About 5' 10', blond shaggy hair, wrestler bodies, so lean and strong
they blasted the buttons off my 501s like bullets.

The first night they were there, I woke up thinking I heard a strange
sound. Then I realized that it must have been from their room. Hardly
anyone had ever used that room before and I didn't realize how much you
could hear through the walls. As long as I was awake, I decided to take a
piss and went in the bathroom.

That's when I heard them giggle. It was so clear.

"Slow down."

"You said you liked it fast."

"I do, but I don't want to cum yet."

I could hardly believe it. The hot guys of my dreams had just become quite
real and were getting it on just a few feet away. I listened as first one
of the twins moaned and then obviously shot his wad and then the other
said, "Oh, yeah," like he really meant it and he must have cum, too. I
didn't know if it was a mutual jack off or a 69 thing. But who cared? I'd
already taken matters into my own hands. I'd left the evidence splattered
all over the bathroom mirror. I decided to leave it for them to find in the
morning and went to bed. I didn't sleep much.

The next day they told me just before they left for work that they'd found
my "calling card" this morning. "Nice job," was all Paul said. "We'll talk
later." I was hard all day waiting for them to get back. The things I
imagined!

But as soon as they came up to their room to change after work, it became
all too clear that I'd gotten all worked up for nothing. "You're only 17
and it's strictly hands off until you turn."

So the routine continued nightly with me going into the bathroom listening
to them fuck around until they got off. And me? I left my calling card
wherever it landed. I often wondered what the cleaning lady thought. She
was a born again Christian and probably didn't even know what cum looked
like.

Anyway, in August I was turning 18. And I made that plenty clear to Paul
and Pat. And they made it clear that it would be a birthday we'd all
remember.

Three days before my birthday, they started whispering to me a couple of
times a day: Save your load. Your birthday's coming. We're saving ours. And
I did. For three whole days! By the third day, the day before my birthday,
I was completely jiggy. I was hard all the time. I couldn't think of
anything but cumming. In my mind the twins were all over me and I was all
over them. I was worthless getting any work done. Thoughts of sex
completely consumed me. My pre-cum oozed so much I went through three pairs
of jeans that final day.

Then after dinner, one of the twins slipped me a handmade birthday card. It
had a picture of three naked guys staring right into the camera. Each of
them sporting a huge hard-on. Inside it said, "We're cumming 4 u 2nite." I
almost creamed my jeans standing there in my room with that card in my
hand. It was so fucking hot!

That night, somehow I made it through watching TV with my folks and the
twins. I held a cushion in my lap to hide the not-so-subtle tent my pole
was creating. I kept glancing at my cousins, but they played it so cool.

About 11, we all headed to our rooms for the night. As I headed up the
stairs, with the twins behind me, I heard one of them say, "We're coming
for you tonight." And then I think it was the other twin said, "We're
coming for you at midnight."

I went to my room and tried to kill the hour I had to wait. What my hands
wanted to do was to grab my dick. What my dick wanted to do was get stroked
and cum. My brain was being torn apart by my desires.

As I tried to focus on a video game and keep my paws off my cock, I heard
the bathroom doors open and then close. Then the click of the lock.

I looked at the time. 12:00. Not a minute late. Thank god.

"Stand still. Don't talk. Don't touch either of us." Paul said sternly.

I stood at attention, waiting.

Slowly they started to undress me. My T-shirt was pulled out of my jeans
and over my head.

I wasn't wearing shoes or sox, so my jeans would be next.

Pat reached for my belt buckle, loosening it. His hand brushed
intentionally against my raging hard-on and paused for a second. It felt so
good to be touched, even through the denim. My dick twitched in response
and oozed more pre-cum.

Next it was my jeans and I feared the vibration-like sensation of my zipper
being lowered would trigger my orgasm. I tried to relax. The cousins were
silent.

You know I don't normally wear underwear, but I'd been leaking pre-cum so
much all day, I'd had to. So I was standing in front of them, naked except
for a pair of very worn and pre-cum soaked boxers.

"On or off?" Pat asked Paul.

"Off," I think said Paul.

In a few more seconds I was completely naked, pre-cum still oozing out my
piss slit and dripping down into my pubes and onto my balls, where I could
feel it wet and sticky. My dick was so hard I thought it would explode.

"So what do you like?" Pat asked. "For sex, I mean."

"All I've ever done is jack off," I said.

"Alone?"

"Yeah, I've never had anyone to fool around with until you guys came along.

"Well then," Pat said, "let's start with what you know best. Lay on your
back in the center of your bed."

I did as I was told and soon they were seated on either side of me.

"Now try to relax," Paul said, as they both reached out and started to
gently rub the fine hairs on my chest.

I shivered at their gentle touch, the first I had ever felt from a guy. "I
don't know if I can hold it." I closed my eyes trying to fight back the
urge to cum.

Then I felt their hands, both of them reaching out to take firm hold of my
cock. I could feel their warm hands, their fingers wrapped firmly around my
blazing hot dick. As often as I'd stroked myself off, I never would have
imagined that having another guy's hand on my dick could feel so good, so
much better. It was ten times better than beating off alone. And having two
guys - great looking hunks at that - doing it made it 20 times better. Even
with my eyes closed tight, I could see the twins clearly in my mind. See my
aching dick. See their man hands. See their beautiful faces and hot bodies.

My nuts pulled up tight and the ache and urge built up in my balls. That
familiar churning feeling. And then I blew. Three days of boy cum sprayed
everywhere. The first blasts must have hit the headboard, then my face and
hair, my chin, all down my chest, load after load. I was a fucking mess and
I was still cumming. White and creamy, the fruity smell of my cum filled
the air. Finally my aching dick released only a slow trickle of cum. I
opened my eyes and saw the stunned looks on their faces.

"What a fucking load of sperm that was. I guess he wasn't kidding about
holding out for three days," Paul said to Pat. And then he looked at me and
said, "We weren't either and now it's our turn."

With that they both flashed me big smiles and started jacking their
meat. Each of them had a nice sized dick, about seven inches hard and oh so
pretty. I lay there drenched in my own cum. My hard dick still
twitching. Watching these two beautiful guys jerking off over me. I
couldn't help but notice how pretty their dicks were. So symmetrical,
smooth, almost tanned looking, with really big balls, at least compared to
mine. And really hard. I already was in love with really hard dicks. When a
guy is so turned on that his dick is straining . . . well, that's how they
were right then. Jacking their beautiful cocks just inches over my chest
and abs.

Unfortunately, their show didn't last long. Their triggers were almost as
touchy as mine and before long I heard them start to suck in little gasps
of air and then almost in perfect unison they came. Their cum rained down
on my chest, on my abs, on my twitching dick. I could tell their cum from
mine as it mixed on my skin. Theirs was thicker and still creamy white,
while mine had started too cool and run down my sides. Some of my cum had
puddled in my navel, soaked into my pubes.

I was a covered in cum. My cum. Their cum. Our cum. And as the last drops
of cum dripped from their gorgeous dicks, they gave each other a high-five
and laughed.

"And now the best part," Pat said. And with that they got down on their
hands and knees and started to lap up all that cum. Licking my dick, my
abs, my chest, my cheeks. Finally, with their faces smeared with gobs of
come, they took turns kissing me, letting our mingling cum flow from their
mouths into mine. We passed it back and forth in a series of warm, wet,
slippery kisses, swirling our tongues in each other's mouths, tasting our
own fresh juices. Some of our cum escaped to run down our chins. Some was
swallowed and savored. The smell of fresh cum was so powerful it created a
lasting memory. Sometimes when I smell fresh cum, I still have powerful
flashbacks of those guys licking up our cum that night and swirling it with
their tongues from their mouths to mine and back again.

I hadn't been 18 for 10 minutes and I had already had the experience of a
lifetime.

Soon they each lay down on either side of me and their hands began to swirl
through the abundance of cum still left on my skin. I joined in, loving the
feel of their slippery fingers exploring my body.

But it didn't take long before we noticed that no one was getting any
softer from the finger play. I reached down with both hands, taking each of
their firm dicks in my grip. I'd never felt another man's dick. They felt
perfect in my hands. Their cocks were smaller than mine, but holding them
made me feel in control. I was holding their pulsing cocks. These twins
were what I had been lusting for. Jacking off for. Cumming and cumming and
cumming for. Now I knew how they had felt holding my cock and it made my
feelings even more intense.

Suddenly Paul sprang to his knees and looked at me with a wicked
grin. "Ready for a blowjob?"

"Yeah!" I said with more enthusiasm than I'd had for anything in my life.

They decided they should show me how first. So Pat started sucking on
Paul's beautiful seven-inch cock, while Paul explained technique to me. No
teeth. Relax your throat. Basic stuff.

As I watched, I was slowly jacking my own nine inches. Long slow strokes
with one hand. I noticed Paul was becoming more aggressive pumping his cock
into his brother's hungry mouth. Pat, his mouth stuffed with his brother's
manmeat, was watching me the whole time. I could tell he loved sucking his
brother's dick and watching me jerk off. I could tell, too, by Paul's moans
and whimpers, that he liked getting sucked.

I'd jacked off enough to know when this show was coming to its climax. Paul
threw his head back and tensed his jaw and blurted out, "Fuck, now!" as he
buried his cock as deep as he could into his brother's throat. His pubes
were up Pat's nose and his balls hanging against his chin. Paul wiggled his
tight butt to get the most out of Pat's tight throat.

I watched as Paul started to ease his hard cock out and cum started to
dribble down his brother's chin. That was too much for me. I started
beating my cock faster. Almost immediately I started cumming again. My cock
exploded! My cum flew right in Pat's smiling face, Paul's cock firmly
planted between his lips. Cum hit his nose, his forehead, everywhere. And
my cum ran down Paul's cock, too. As my cum flow slowed, Pat took his mouth
off Paul's cock and started licking my raging hard cock, cum still oozing
from it. Then Paul leaned down and joined in the cleanup, gobbling up my
cum and his own cum for the second time tonight.

Pat looked up at me and smiled. "Now do that to me," he said.

Before long I had.

It went on like that for almost two hours before we collapsed. By the time
we were done, we'd each jacked off or been jacked off, everybody had had
and given at least one blow job and I'd gotten rimmed by both of them,
which I really liked.

The twins decided that was enough for my first lesson. We'd pick up where
we left off the following night. We all slept in my cum-soaked bed that
night. Happy. So fucking happy.

"And that was my big gay awakening," I said. Jess hadn't uttered a sound
through my whole story. But he looked entranced. Or was he in a trance?

"I'm so horny telling this story I need to bust a nut right now. My dick is
just aching to get off." I grabbed my crotch and gave it a nice squeeze or
two. That didn't cool me off any.

Jess gave me one of his serious looks and then said in a quiet, hopeful
voice, "Could you cum on me."

"Oh, shit, buddy. As much as I'd like to get off right now, I don't think
that's such a good idea," I was thinking as fast as I could. My dick was
all for it, but I said, "You've got to talk to Billy and see where he
stands with what's going on. Shit, shouldn't you be asking him to cum on
you? Anyway, after you guys talk, if he says it's OK and you still want me
to cum on you, we'll talk about it. OK?"

Jess didn't look like he heard much more than that I wasn't going to cum on
him. He sat there looking as though he were still a little dumbstruck by my
story and then said, "You sure do like guys cumming on you, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's a definite turn on."

"And that's how you started being gay. Two guys cumming on you?"

"Yeah. And there was a lot of cum. I really like it when a guy's got a big
load. I like that a lot."

"Then you'd love Billy," Jess said, remembering how much he used to cum
back in the days when they jerked off together. "He always shoots a huge
load."

To Be Continued . . .

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