Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2009 19:55:34 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

From Jess' viewpoint

Our double date was a dud. The four of us -- Billy and a girl he was seeing
named Kate, and Ellie and me -- had gotten some fast food first. Then we
headed to the movies, not sure what we wanted to see. Sixteen movies
showing and there wasn't shit that we wanted to see. So we headed to
Billy's favorite parking spot.

Billy and Kate started making out in the front seat. Ellie just wanted to
whisper in my ear how much she really loved me as she nibbled on my
earlobe. Of course, she expected me to whisper stuff back. There was a
little kissing, which picked up after awhile. But the hottest it ever got
in that backseat was her putting her hand over my cock, which was still in
my pants. Of course, it started to get hard. That's what horny teenage
boys' cocks do when they're touched. She gave it a little squeeze of
encouragement from time to time as we continued to french. When I finally
got impatient and put my hand over hers and forced her to squeeze my
growing hard-on, she sat up straight and said she had to get home. And
shouldn't Billy and I be getting rest the night before a swim meet. All I
wanted was a simple handjob. Couldn't she just stroke me till I got off?
Even in my pants. I didn't give a shit. I just thought she owed me that
much.

That's how Billy and I came to be sitting in my room talking by 10:30. It
was common for us to go back to my room after a date and just shoot the
shit. But, that Friday night, we both knew there was something on our
agenda we were talking our way around.

Finally, after a long pause, Billy asked, "Are you going to tell Ellie
. . . you know . . . about you . . . I mean being gay, or whatever?"

"Sure," I said flippantly, responding to a question I didn't have a clue
how to answer. I played the smart ass who couldn't care less. "I'm gonna go
down on one knee like I'm gonna propose to her and then I'll look into her
eyes and say proudly, "Ellie, I'm gay. So, how do you like it?"

We both laughed, but without much enthusiasm.

"So, you talked to Justin?" I said.

"Yeah. I think it helped me understand some stuff."

"Are we still best friends?" I asked.

"Sure we are. We always will be. But you have to understand that I don't
love you. I don't understand this gay stuff, but I'm gonna try. Just don't
push me. I really am gonna try. But I've got limits. There are things
straight guys just can't do. But after talking to Justin, I realized maybe
there are a few things that any two guys - straight guys, I mean - could do
together that you might like. Things we never tried."

"Like what?" I wasn't sure where this was headed.

"Well, he told me there were things you might like me to do . . . things
that maybe I could do to you sometimes."

I blushed so hard I could feel the heat rising from my face. Justin must
have told him about my wanting him to cum on me. Is that where this was
headed? Billy thought I wanted him to cum all over me. Shit, my universe
was expanding fast. Billy might be willing to cum on me? Oh, my god!

And then Billy looked me in the eye, so warm and caring, and he laid one of
his big, hot hands right over my crotch. Well, as I told you before, my
cock responds to being touched and that's exactly what it did.

Billy wasn't passive like Ellie. He was gently rubbing my cock, stretching
it, caressing it through my cargo shorts. Doing a better job than I could
have done. It felt great and my growing hard-on proved it. As always, I was
going commando, so I could feel his careful touch, his probing, pleasing
handling of my . . . Good god, it felt good. He let his index finger trace
the flaring edge of my growing, hardening cockhead. He looked down at the
obvious excitement he was causing in my pants.

It felt wonderful, especially knowing that it showed how much he
cared. Showed how he wanted to make me happy. Showed how far he would go to
be my friend.

I let out a little sigh as he started to get his rhythm going on my cock,
just shy of rock hard but getting there fast.

"Is this OK?" he asked as he started to unzip my shorts. I didn't
answer. He took that as a yes and soon had his fingers wrapped oh so gently
around my eight inches. So my first gay experience was beginning. My best
friend had his hand around my throbbing cock, stroking it so
seductively. It felt great. I was really going to be gay now, I
thought. And before we were through he would be . . . on me? At first I
couldn't even get myself to think the words. But as Billy pumped my cock
harder, the image in my mind became clear. Billy would be creaming one of
his huge loads on me?

"Billy, I think you better stop. I don't know if . . ." I wasn't sure how
to say this. I wasn't too sure what I meant to say. I was sure one of us
wasn't really ready for this. I moved away from Billy and his hand.

I couldn't believe that my straight best friend was ready after only just
finding out that I was gay . . . that he was ready to cum all over me to
make me happy. I wasn't even sure if I was ready. I mean, until Justin told
me about it the other night, I didn't even know that was what gay guys did.

"You don't like it? Am I doing it wrong?"

"No, it felt great, believe me. It still feels fantastic," I assured him as
we both looked down at my hard-on. "But I need to know, did Justin tell you
what I asked him to do to me?"

"No," Billy said and looked truly puzzled.

"You're sure . . . sure he didn't tell you?"

"No," Billy said again.

I was confused. Not quite sure what was going on . . . what Justin had told
Billy. Or what he hadn't.

I told Billy I thought he . . . or we . . . should stop for now. I also
told him how great it was that we were still best friends and how happy I
was that he was willing to explore new boundaries for that friendship. I
gave him a quick hug and then pulled back. I didn't want to scare him
off. He might be the only friend I had left soon, I thought. Then Justin's
face popped into my mind, but I dismissed it. Justin wasn't really a
friend. He was helping me, because I'd helped him. It was just a form of
barter. Not a true friendship. Not like between Billy and me.

After talking awhile, Billy had gone in the bathroom to wash his face or
whatever he did in there. I stripped off my clothes and climbed under the
sheet, my boner finally softening. Billy came out of the bathroom, turned
out the light and sat on the edge of the bed removing his shoes. Then he
stretched out on top of the sheets and we both fell asleep. It had happened
just like that, so innocently, so many nights before.

The next morning I awoke slowly. It was as though I was coming out of a
very comforting dream. I felt so good and so loved in this dream. Of
course, I wasn't dreaming. Billy was slowly stroking my hard morning
wood. Beside me with his legs curled under him, he was leaning over
me. Stroking me oh so gently. I couldn't help but smile my special smile up
at him. He looked so serious and intent. He tried to smile back.

"I hope you don't mind," he said and started gently stroking the hairs on
the underside of my balls. I'd never had that done, or thought to do it to
myself. I liked it . . . a lot. My dick bounced up in appreciation.

He took a small bottle of baby oil out of the table drawer beside my bed,
where I had kept it since we were kids. He drizzled some on my raging hard
cock. The cool soft liquid tickled as it dripped down my dick, some of it
glistening in my pubes. Now Billy was smiling for real as he took my cock
in his hand and spread the oil around, covering my dick from top to
bottom. He added a little more oil and rubbed it around on my balls.

He used both hands - one to stroke my eight inches and play with my flaring
cockhead; one to toy with my balls, which he seemed to like. And I did,
too.

When I thought I was starting to get close to cumming, he stopped and asked
if it felt good.

I was speechless and just nodded yes.

"Good," he said and started in again, but with his hands reversed. It was
like being jacked off by a completely different person and that seemed to
excite my cock even more. He sensed my tenseness and took the thumb and
index finger of the hand that was stroking my cock and made a ring of
them. Just barely touching my cock and cockhead as he stroked that
two-finger ring up and down. The friction was electric. My dick was jumping
at the great sensations that surged through it. It was so much better than
my own hand jobs. The thrill of it was coursing through my whole body.

I tried to relax and found my hands straying to my chest and nipples,
working my hardened nips as my best friend stroked me off.

My stomach muscles tightened and my toes curled. My whole body went tense
and Billy started in on some serious stroking. I didn't think my cock could
get any harder, or bigger. But as he stroked me masterfully, his fingers
slipping and sliding in the oil on my hard manmeat, my cock managed both. I
was explosively hard as my cock seemed to keep swelling even more to his
touch. I felt my cum rising up in me ready to blast . . .

I was cumming and the volleys were flying everywhere. There were thick
white strings of cum in my hair, on my face, on my bed. Everywhere but in
my mouth . . . everywhere but where I always shot it. There were five
strong blasts of cum. Some of the most powerful cum blasts I had ever
had. And then just a few drips of cum trickled down Billy's fingers, which
were still wrapped around my hard cock. Still holding me like I had never
been held before. I felt as though my cock could stay hard for the rest of
my life. And that would be just great. But, I knew, it was over. Billy had
made me cum, helped me cum.

He took his hand away and wiped the cum that was on his fingers onto my
abs. I stared at his face as I absentmindedly reached down with a finger
and scooped the last pearly drop of cum from my piss slit and put it
longingly on my waiting tongue.

"Oh, yeah," Billy said. "I forgot you like to eat cum. I hope . . . was
that OK? What I did? OK?"

I smiled my special smile.

He got up and went into the bathroom, where I could hear him washing his
hands . . . for a long time.

Meanwhile, I lay on my bed, my cum turning runny and slipping down my
cheek, my side, wherever. I didn't know what to do, or say, or even
think. I felt numb.

I knew Billy had just done a wonderful thing for me and I loved him all the
more for it. But I didn't know much about being gay or what gay guys do. I
was lost and so lay there and waited for him to return from the bathroom.

Would he want to cum on me now? Would he want to jerk me off again? Would
it be OK if I jacked him off? Maybe jacked him off so he could come on me?

Or would he play with my balls while I came in my mouth?

He was turning off the water.

"Gotta go, Jess," was all he said.

I propped myself up on my bed and said, "So, how do you like it?"

He gave a half smile and shook his head at my attempt at humor. Then he was
gone.

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR"S NOTE: The names and some other identifying information in this
story have been changed to conceal the identities of the characters
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