Date: Tue, 15 Dec 2009 23:13:01 -0500
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy, Chapter 14. Part 2

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 14 -- Part II
From Justin's viewpoint

Tuesday night Billy and I were headed to dinner with Joe. For the previous
24 hours we had been so wound up in anticipation of sitting down with Joe
and getting . . . it's hard to describe . . . but it seemed like we were
really going to be getting started with our lives.

Billy and I had talked about almost nothing but Joe and the document he'd
given me. We'd argued about what it meant. Whether it was what we
wanted. What did we want? What would we do to get it?

The agreement offered me training and development, full-time summer
employment, part-time employment during the school year, exposure to the
arts, travel, housing, a clothing allowance and a car. Those were the main
things anyway.

It put me on equal footing with Billy and his full ride he had been awarded
at his university, plus the living stipend he received as part of his
scholarship.

During the past day we had spent hours and hours in conversation. We went
round and round about what we could and would and should do for Joe in
return. Or did we really need to do anything at all? The document set only
some general requirements for me. Things like grades and class load. Time
and travel commitments. Just the things you might expect.

But I was certain that Joe must have had some expectations of a more
personal nature when he wrote that document. I knew that with all
opportunities and valuable stuff he was giving me, he'd want and expect
some sexual attention from me in return. And probably some attention from
Billy, too, if he could get it.

After I had told Joe "No" on Sunday, Joe's expectations probably weren't
very high. But I doubt that they were completely extinguished.

The way Billy and I came to think this thing through was that maybe if I
. . . or maybe if Billy and I were willing to raise those expectations, Joe
might be even more generous. But what would we ask for in return? We didn't
really know. We talked about cash, but that turned both of us off. We
weren't hustlers to be bought or sold.

To better deal with Joe's personal expectations, we did exactly what we had
agreed to do during our night of truth telling. We created a new set of
guidelines for our relationship. And specifically for our relationship with
Joe. We detailed what we would do. What we wouldn't do. We talked about
what each of us wanted.

The rules were simple: Tell each other everything right away. No secrets.

We decided we didn't need to ask one another to be able to give Joe a
handjob or a blowjob if we wanted to, or thought we needed to. And it was
OK to let him do the same for us or to us. We just had to let the other one
know exactly what we had done. Those were our limits.

We also set alternate limits that we could easily go to if we both
agreed. And we set limits for stuff we wouldn't violate no matter how
tempting the situation might be. No need to ask. We weren't going to do
them. Like we weren't going to fuck him or let him fuck us.

That evening, we each had quite carefully picked what clothes to wear. We
wanted to look nice and respectable. We wanted to look every bit the part
for what Joe would want his protégé and his protégé's partner to be. Plus
we also wanted to look crazy sexy hot. We wanted him turned on to us so
that negotiations, if necessary, would be easier.

We were both dressed in shirt and tie. I was wearing a pair of lightweight
linen pants. They had that naturally wrinkled look. They fit tight across
my ass and that made them fit snug across my crotch. So where the fabric
stretched across my free hanging cock, there were no wrinkles. Just the
outline of my cock. Even when it was hanging soft. The first time Billy had
seen me in those pants he'd said something like, "Why did you bother to
wear anything at all?"

Billy had chosen a great looking pair of designer jeans. Another gift from
my mother that I had selected for her to give him. They showed his bulge to
such great advantage. I loved it when he wore those jeans. He just looked
so freakin hot.

When we pulled up to the restaurant, we saw Joe going in. The valet guy
took our car and we went in just moments behind Joe. He was standing
talking to the headwaiter when we entered.

I could tell at a glance that Joe was thinking the same way we were when he
picked out what he wore. His shirt fit tight, showing his trim upper body
to perfection. His slacks were cut to accentuate the flatness of his abs,
while the fabric seemed to show a definite bulge as it draped over his cock
and balls. They weren't as clearly visible as mine, or as blatant as
Billy's. But they appeared every bit as seductive, at least to me.

As I looked at him, I could feel my cock start to swell. This guy turned me
on so easy. So fast. I needed to cool the hard-on action. I didn't want to
start leaking pre-cum in these thin slacks. They'd become transparent and I
didn't even want to think how embarrassing it could be in a place like
this.

Joe greeted us. I introduced him to Billy. Joe was warm and charming and
relaxed. I'd never seen him so at ease. I caught him eying Billy and his
bulging crotch as we chatted waiting for our table. Joe knew I'd caught him
gawking at my boyfriend. But instead of looking embarrassed, he just smiled
and winked at me. His smile told me he clearly liked what he saw. The wink
told me the evening was already going as we had planned.

Dinner was uneventful. We chatted about stuff I can't even remember. Not
school. Not art. It was all stuff that kept both me and Billy involved in
the conversation. The only part I remember was Joe asking what cities in
Europe we'd each most like to see. Billy said Rome and Prague. I didn't
even know Billy knew where Prague was, but he talked about all the things
he wanted to see there and asked Joe a lot of questions. It was like he'd
studied up for a test on Prague.

It was amazing just how well Billy and Joe were hitting it off together. At
times, they were deeper into the conversation than I was.

Then I made the mistake of asking Joe about the contract. "This isn't the
time, Justin," he said curtly. "We can talk about that over after-dinner
drinks." Other than that awkward moment, the meal passed smoothly from
salad to lamb chops to desert.

Then Joe asked us back to his place to talk a little business.

Joe drove his car home and Billy and I followed in mine. Billy kept talking
all the way there about how cool Joe was. How smart. Sophisticated. That's
what Billy was saying, but I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking
what a hunk Joe was and just how much he wanted to do all the things I'd
been dreaming of doing with him all semester. We may have set out to turn
Joe on over dinner and make negotiations easier, but I think at that moment
Joe had the upper hand. At least with Billy.

In the car Billy had been rubbing his cock through his jeans as he talked
about Joe. By the time we got to Joe's place, Billy's cock was straining
hard against the denim of his jeans. I told him he better slow down or he'd
cum before we got inside. Billy just laughed.

When we went in, I could see immediately that Joe had my artwork spread all
over the place. Basically, the living and dining areas were covered in
nudes of Billy. All sizes. All Billy. All naked. They were laid out on
easels, the sofa, leaning against the walls. It looked like an homage to
Billy.

As Joe directed us to the stools by the counter that separated the kitchen
from the dining area, I could see Billy looking around at all the pictures.

"What's this about?" Billy asked, gesturing broadly toward my artwork.

"I was just refreshing my memory as to what you look like and how
impressive the talents of your boyfriend are. I'd say I'm very lucky to
have someone of his talent to mentor and he is very lucky to have someone
as handsome as you for his boyfriend."

"Oh," Billy said, still looking at some of the most graphic of the
drawings.

"Now, Billy, all we have to do is make sure you are as lucky as the two of
us and we should all be quite happy," Joe said. "I trust Justin has told
you what's included in my program for him. I was just wondering if there
shouldn't be something in it for you, too. Unofficial, of course. But you
should be compensated for being so cooperative in agreeing to make this
program work for Justin."

This was all going to be too easy, I thought. We didn't have to do
anything. We didn't have to even ask.

Joe was smiling at Billy in a way that was . . . I guess it was making me
sort of jealous. It didn't help that Billy was looking back at Joe with
such a lustful expression. Or that Joe was showing almost as much of a
hard-on as Billy.

To be honest, I should admit that I was getting turned on to. And I didn't
really know why. Nothing had happened. It wasn't the pictures of Billy
turning me on. I guess it was more the fact that the three of us were
finally there together and the possibilities were . . . well, they were
possible.

"Can I get either of you an aperitif?" Joe asked. I could tell by the
expression on Billy's face that he didn't have a clue what Joe was talking
about. Was this another little test I wondered. But without hesitation, Joe
added so smoothly, "Something in the way of an after-dinner drink. A little
Tia Maria? Courvoissier? B&B? . . ." His voice trailed off, suggesting the
choices were endless.

"I'll have whatever you're having," Billy said.

"Do you have a port?" I asked, knowing he would because I'd seen several
bottles there before.

"Then two snifters of Grand Marnier and a glass of port it is," Joe said as
he headed for the liquor cabinet. "Would you like a warmed snifter?" Joe
asked Billy.

"Not for me," Billy said as though he drank Grand Marnier every night.

Once we had our drinks and Joe had made a toast to the three of us, he
gestured to the clutter my artwork made in the living room and suggested,
"Why don't we sit someplace more comfortable?" He led us into a cozy, dark
sitting area off the master bedroom. Lush fabrics. A half-size male nude
bronze stretched out on a bookshelf. Orchids bloomed on a small arrangement
of glass tables. Two abstract prints by artists I didn't recognize rested
on elegant easels.

We relaxed. Billy and I were in overstuffed chairs on either side of Joe's
matching chair.

"I don't mean to seem rude or abrupt," Joe said as soon as we were seated,
"but, Billy, you are even sexier in person than in Justin's
drawings. Justin is a powerful artist when it comes to capturing the
appeals of the male form. But, in your case, I'm not sure any artist could
do you justice."

Billy stammered his way through an acceptance of such a compliment, even as
Joe made further compliments to me to make sure that I did not feel
slighted by his comment.

"I wondered if I could see you as Justin sees you," Joe said, staring hard
at Billy. Joe had a smirk on his face and I'm pretty sure I saw his cock
twitch in his pants. Was he commando, too? It sure looked like it.

"What do you mean?" Billy asked.

"Could you take your shirt off? I'd love to be able to get a sense of you
the way Justin does when he draws you."

"Sure. No problem," Billy said with perhaps a little too much
enthusiasm. Within seconds Billy had unbuttoned his shirt and stood to take
it off. He shrugged and let the shirt fall to the floor at his feet.

Joe took a deep breath as though he were trying to keep himself in
check. Control his impulses. Gather his thoughts. Then Joe rose to his feet
and stood face to face with Billy. Joe slowly and deliberately raised his
right hand and then let the back of it graze across Billy's chest. Then he
swept it back again, brushing Billy's nipples with his fingertips.

It was Billy's turn to inhale deeply. His head lolled back and his eyes
closed. Joe seemed to take this as an invitation to explore Billy's chest
and abs more enthusiastically.

"That feels so good," Billy breathed. "So fucking good." Billy straightened
his head and looked Joe straight in the eyes. Billy licked his lips. If he
was acting, trying to turn Joe on, he had me fooled. It looked like he was
really into this action.

They stood staring into each other's eyes for a moment. It was such a
powerful sight to see them locked in this visual contact.

I didn't notice at first that Billy was unbuttoning his jeans. Didn't
really notice until they fell around his ankles. Next to his discarded
shirt. Billy now stood completely naked before Joe. His hard cock standing
erect. As full and hard as Billy's cock could get. Eight
inches. Proud. Unyielding. His cockhead flush with blood. And leaking. It
was my turn to take a deep breath. This was getting way hot in a hurry.

Joe stepped back from Billy and began to carefully study him. I tried to
imagine what Billy looked like to him with his practiced artist's eye. Joe
would pick up on the smallest details and remember them perfectly. He'd be
able to remember every inch of Billy's body to draw it, to sculpt it, or
just to get off on it.

This look, I quickly realized, was far more than that of an artist. It was
full of longing and lust and need that had gone unsatisfied for far too
long. I could see clearly in Joe's face that he wanted Billy. Wanted him
badly.

Joe was standing there in front of Billy. His breathing steady and
deep. His eyes still roaming Billy's body. The silence was like a heavy
drape thrown over the whole scene.

Billy reach down and touched the tip of his index finger of his right hand
to the tip of his cockhead. He began to slowly spread his pre-jizz across
the hard, glistening crown of his cock. As he did he made a sort of game of
pushing his hardened cock down as he toyed in the pre-jizz. Then letting
his cock spring back up, slapping his abs. Splattering a bit of pre-jizz
each time he did it.

Then he started rubbing the palm of his hand across his cockhead, working
the slippery goo around even more. And then he started to jack his cock
slowly, thrusting his hips forward with each stroke. Pushing his curled
right hand all the way down to his pubes. Pausing. Exposing the pre-cum
slickened shaft and head sticking out from his grip. It was a hell of a
one-man show.

I was so hard watching. My own pre-cum had soaked my crotch. The thin
fabric was as transparent as a wet T-shirt. I could see Joe was as excited
by Billy's show as I was.

Finally I couldn't sit and watch anymore. I had to stand up. Had to free my
cock. As I stood, I saw Joe's eyes shift from Billy to me. I smiled at him
and he smiled back. Or was it more of a leer. Billy must have sensed the
movement behind him, because he looked over his shoulder at me. When he saw
the state of my linen pants, he sort of chuckled and then turned 90 degrees
so he could look at either one of us more easily.

I reached for my belt buckle and then for the latch on my slacks. They
didn't fall to the ground like Billy's had. They were caught somehow on my
cock. Or maybe my cock was caught on them. Either way, as I worked to pull
them down, suddenly my cock sprang free. Joe's jaw dropped at the sight.

I didn't hesitate. I stripped my shirt off. Now I was as naked as Billy. I
started running my hands over my torso. Caressing my body as I watched
Billy. And Joe. Both of them very aroused by what was happening.

After putting on my own brief show, I nodded my head at Joe, suggesting he
disrobe too. He understood and didn't seem the least bit hesitant. He
started to slowly unbutton his shirt. His body moved so smoothly and
elegantly, even in a simple thing like taking his shirt off.

I could have sworn he was born to be a stripper. It seemed so erotic the
way he did it, but not the bump and grind kind of erotic. The
slowly-wrap-your-hands-around-my-nuts-and-cock-and-start-to-work-them-over-good
kind of erotic.

If I was into watching him, Billy was even more so. It looked like Billy
was so caught up in watching Joe strip, he'd forgotten to keep jerking his
cock. Or maybe he was afraid that if he did he'd cum too soon.

When Joe finally dropped his trousers, I saw what I had been
expecting. He'd been commando all night long. Just like us. Cool!

I'd seen his cock before. It was sort of like Todd's. So elegantly
proportioned. Not huge, but far from small. Maybe a little shorter than
Billy's eight inches. While Billy's cock looked like it was made to have
hot sex, Joe's looked like it had been created for a work of art. Joe's was
beautiful. Billy's was powerful. I loved looking at them both. And I was
doing just that.

As I watched, Joe bent over his cock, which he was holding in his right
hand, and slowly let a wad of mouth lube ooze from his lips and stretch out
toward his cockhead. Oh, I knew where this was going and my nuts were
already starting to strain. My asshole twitched. My brain got fuzzy.

Joe was slowly stroking that beautiful cock of his. I was stroking
mine. Billy was stroking his. I was mesmerized by the site of my boyfriend
and my teacher both slowly jacking. They were so into watching each
other. And watching me, too. It wasn't long before all three of us were
jacking at exactly the same pace. Playing with our nuts. Running a hand
over our own chests and abs.

Involuntarily I took a step closer to Billy. We were then only about a foot
apart. Maybe our cocks were even closer.

Billy looked at me and stifled a little laugh.

"I told you he was hot," I said in a quiet voice, but I knew Joe could hear
me. I wanted him to.

"He is so fucking hot," Billy said in reply, his voice as quiet as mine.

Joe just smiled at us and shook his head like he didn't know what to
say. But he loved every minute of it.

Then he started to let out little moans. I could see his nuts pull up
tight. He started to arch his back and rocked forward on his toes. He
almost lost his balance and stepped forward to catch his balance. Now he
was even closer to Billy than I was.

"I'm close. I don't think I can wait much longer. Is it OK if I have my
orgasm?" Joe asked. I didn't know which of us he was asking, but it didn't
really matter. Almost immediately he let out a guttural "Fuck!" and started
to unload. His cock pointed right at Billy's cock.

I knew Joe could cum every bit as hard and far as I could. But Billy was so
surprised when the first load of Joe's hot, creamy cum hit his cock and
abs, he flinched. There was a second volley and a third. Some of Joe's cum
was flung past Billy's cock and hit me.

There was something about feeling Joe's cum splatter on my cock. Knowing I
was stroking my cock using my pre-cum and Joe's cum as lube. Watching Joe
beating his meat as fast as he could. It was all too much and within second
I was cumming, too.

I followed Joe's lead and aimed for Billy's cock. As close as I was, it
wasn't a hard target to hit. For once in my life I don't think I was
experiencing my own cum as much as I was Joe's. Watching him shoot his load
like this. So turned on by me and Billy. So horny to get with a guy. He was
hot as hell and somehow it brought back all the freshness that sex the
first time brings.

Don't get me wrong, my own cum was intense and hard and incredibly hot. But
it wasn't because I was stroking my cock as much as it was because I felt
like I was experiencing it from inside Joe's horny head.

As we both finished washing Billy's crotch in our cum, I stepped forward
and wiped the last dangling strand of my cum onto Billy's balls. I could
see the total amazement in Joe's eyes as my cock touched Billy's cock. As
our cocks brushed against each other. Cum dripping from both. I could tell
Joe was having a hard time trying to get his head around what had just
happened.

To my total astonishment. Billy hadn't cum. His abs were covered in Joe's
and my jizz. Strings of our gray cum ran down to his legs, his pubes, his
balls. He was a mess. But through it all he just kept rhythmically stroking
that hard cock of his. Looking from me to Joe and then down at the mess
we'd made of him.

After a brief moment, Billy looked Joe straight in the eyes and asked,
"Want to finish me off?"

"Me?" Joe said, like a little kid who'd just been asked to join his big
brother's secret club. "That would be wonderful."

He tentatively reached out toward Billy's jutting cock with his right hand,
but stopped just short of touching it. He looked from Billy's cock up to
Billy's face and asked, "Can I?"

"Go for it," Billy said. And Joe did. It only took about a half-dozen of
Joe's strokes. I could remember how good they'd felt when he jacked me off
at his place that first time. I wasn't surprised when Billy looked a little
wobbly and put one hand on Joe's shoulder to steady himself.

"I'm gonna cum," Billy warned. Joe stepped back slightly, probably
expecting Billy to cum like he and I do. Then Billy began to flow. His cum
just gushed from his cock as Joe continued to stroke it.

Joe took his left hand and caught some of Billy's cum as it dripped from
Billy's balls and then started jacking his own semi-hard cock with
it. Billy's cock in his right hand. His own cock in his left. What a sight!

As Billy stopped cumming and Joe slowed his strokes to both Billy's and his
own cock, I stepped forward and kissed Billy deeply.

My cock brushed against Joe's right hand and he gave me a stroke or two
before we all sort of stepped back and looked at each other. Looked at what
we had just done. The floor was covered with cum, as were the three of
us. The smell of fresh cum filled the air.

"I gotta sit down," Billy said as he moved toward his chair.

"Wait, don't sit down," Joe said. "You'll stain it. I'll get us each a
towel."

He came back a minute later with a warm damp hand towel and a dry towel for
each of us. It was so like Joe. We cleaned up and took our seats again. I
took a sip of my drink. I felt like I needed it.

There was a pleasant silence as we each sat there enjoying the ebbing
excitement of our joint cum. My cock felt warm and satisfied, with a
pleasant lingering aching that stretched into the depths of me and wrapped
itself around my every thought and breath and heartbeat. This had been
really good.

"I'm so glad you were able to join us tonight," Joe said to Billy. "I had
wanted to get to know you better."

"I'd been wanting to meet you, too," Billy said.

"Before I drink too much and forget, I need to thank you for the very
generous . . . I'm not sure what to call it . . . but all that you offered
to do for me," I said, trying to ease back into that subject before the
opportunity completely passed us by.

"Then everything was OK with you . . . and Billy?" Joe asked.

"The only thing that concerns me," I said, "is how much time I might have
to be away from Billy when I have to travel with you. Even now, we don't
get to see each other that much during the week because of our schedules."
I tried to sound sheepish. Not wanting to sound like I was complaining.

"I understand completely," Joe said, "and I don't see any reason that Billy
couldn't join us on many . . . even most of our longer trips. Or visit when
you have extended stays away from here. How does that sound?"

"That'd be great," I said enthusiastically.

"Why don't we say something like you can bring a traveling companion on
most of our travels and can return home or have a guest visit you once a
week for longer trips? I'll have my attorney work out some appropriate
wording. OK?" Joe looked from me to Billy for approval.

I was nodding yes. Billy spoke up, "Oh, that's really generous, Professor
Allen, but I don't think I could."

"Why not?" Joe asked. "Is your school schedule that tight?"

"No, but you and Justin will be staying at fancy hotels, meeting important
artists and clients and stuff. I know how people dress for those art
openings, even here. I wouldn't fit in. These are about the best clothes I
have."

"Well, then, I could write in a clothing allowance for you, too. Or maybe
it would be more diplomatic to increase Justin's clothing allowance and the
three of us can just agree that you'll get whatever clothes you need out of
that. You look like you wear about the same size even."

"I can't believe it," I said.

"That would be so great! I don't know how I'd ever thank you," Billy said.

"I think you just did," Joe said with an enormous smile on his face. "As I
told Justin, having you as a cooperative partner will make the whole
arrangement so much better for all of us."

Then Joe turned his attention back to me and said, "We can announce my
selection of you later this week. And perhaps the following weekend the
three of us could go to New York to get you both properly outfitted. Will
you be needing luggage, as well?" Joe asked, again looking from Billy to
me.

We both nodded yes and, with that, all three of us started to laugh.

I wasn't sure what it was exactly that had made everything go so smoothly,
but I was pretty sure jerking off hadn't hurt. I was just so happy. And for
so many reasons. My boyfriend was happy. My professor was happy. Even just
jerking off with them had been great. I could already see this was going to
be a great . . . my thoughts started to fade. I didn't really know what
this was going to be. But it seemed to be everything I could ever want in
life.

I couldn't imagine what else I could even ask for. I looked at Joe and then
at Billy as the three of us sat there in the lap of luxury. Sipping our
drinks. Toasting my future. Our future. Stark naked. Spent. And happy.

To Be Continued . . .

To Be Continued . . .

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the second book in the "I Thought I Knew" series. It
is not necessary to read the books in order, although Book one
chronologically precedes this book. It can be found under the title "I
Thought I Knew" in the High School section.
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identifying information in this story have been changed to conceal the
identities of the characters described. The Copyright for this story is
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