Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 13:08:50 -0500
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy, Chapter 19, Part 1

The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy
Chapter 19, Part I
From Justin's viewpoint

What followed that night with Tom was one wild and crazy week. I wish I
could have been the one to tell you about that first night. Who fucked
who. How we fucked. Why we fucked. It was so unbelievable. But Billy did a
great job telling that part of our story.

I just have to add that the main part of my fantasy about me and Billy
double-fucking Jess . . . Whenever I thought about it, the part that turned
me on the most and got me off was . . . This may seem weird or whatever
. . .

What always got my cum was thinking about me and Billy sliding our raging
hard-on cocks against each other. Double-fucking in our warm, slimy
cum. Sliding our cocks back and forth. In and out. Sliding the sensitive
undersides back and forth against each other. In our sloppy cum. In Jess'
ass.

I mean the whole idea of blowing our loads and then still pumping away. His
ass stretched and flooded with cum. Our cum leaking out of his
hole. Leaking out around our cocks. His ass stuffed tight with our
cocks. But us still fucking him. I'd always had these images of what that
was gonna feel like. And it always got me off. I can't tell you how many
times I jerked off thinking of Billy and me fucking Jess.

But when it finally happened . . . Well, I mean with Tom. Not with
Jess. . . . Anyway, when we finally did it, it didn't feel like I
thought. It was even better! I'd never imagined just how tight his ass
would be. What it would really be like double-fucking with Billy. I mean, I
hadn't imagined the sounds that came out of him. Groaning and grunting and
all the 'Fuck's and 'Goddamn's and 'Motherfucker's that came out of Billy's
mouth. In my fantasies I'd never imagined the smell of our sex. Or the heat
of our bodies. It was all far more intense than when I fuck Billy regular.

But most of all, I hadn't imagined what was happening with the guy getting
fucked. So it ended up being Tom not Jess. But it was real. What we did was
not fantasy. It was our flesh and blood. Our cum. We were for real both
fucking him together. And he was real too. It's hard to explain how
different the reality was from my fantasy. How much better it was

And Tom had wanted it so bad. He wanted us so bad. Fucking his tight ass
together. Stretching his aching hole. Cumming in him. Raw. No condoms. Just
our cum in his ass. We really were his "fuck monsters." But in a good
way. The connection with him was so real. So gritty. Like visceral and
all. Three guys together in a way it's hard to even imagine what it's
really like.

It had been so real! It had been the best!

I just needed to say that. I hope Billy isn't pissed. I really thought he
did a great job telling about it. I'm done with that now.

So after that, believe it or not, we took Tom home. Or Billy did. Dropped
him off in front of the dorm. When Billy came back, we went over what I was
going to say to Joe the next day after class. We tried as best we could to
finalize our plans for how we were going to have the coming weekend work
out. Our plans for Tom and Joe.

During Joe's class that Monday, I was having a really hard time focusing. I
was stumbling through the drawing exercise I was supposed to be doing. I
hadn't really listened to the instructions, because I couldn't think of
anything except meeting with Joe after class. And what I planned to say.

Finally he got on my case, asking me in front of the class if something was
wrong. I said no. And then asked if he could explain the exercise for me
again. He looked pissed.

When class was over, he made a show of calling me to his office like I was
in big trouble. I was kind of unsure myself if he was really angry about my
distracted performance in his class.

But once inside his office, I saw him casually sprawl his lean body into
his desk chair and then turn to face me with this big smile. It had all
been just a show. "So are we on for this weekend? I sure hope so," he asked
in his casual voice. A tone he never used in class. Never used with
students as far as I knew. Except for me, of course.

Then my practicing with Billy and Tom paid off. Smooth as could be I
explained to him about the friend we had. How Billy had told him we would
spend the weekend with him. How we hoped it would be OK if he could come
with us. How fun he was. How cool he was. How cute he was.

Joe asked me some questions about Tom. I was ready for each of them.

I thought the deal was sealed. I hadn't really left him any choice but to
say yes. We were committed to spend the time with Tom. Tom had told us he
was happy to join us at Joe's in-laws if it was OK with Joe.

The way I had described Tom's youthful looks. His mop of brown hair. His
smile. His ass. His tight body. His fun-loving attitude. And the way I had
casually dropped the fact that Tom liked older men and that he was always
horny and quick to show how grateful he was for any little thing you did
for him. I didn't say how he showed he was grateful. I just gave Joe a sly
grin as I said it. And I groped myself. Just like we'd planned.

He asked me if Billy and I had "played around" with Tom. I told him I was a
gentleman and never disclosed those kinds of things. "You wouldn't want me
talking about what we've done, would you?"

Then it hit me for the first time. I had told someone. I'd told Tom. And I
never should have. I made a mental note to talk to Billy and Tom. To make
sure they never said anything that might lead Joe to believe I had talked
about things I had done with him. Things Billy and I had done with him.

I sat down opposite Joe, thinking I'd made my points. The weekend was
set. We were both good with it.

As I sat there working my cock through my cargo shorts, Joe reached down
and gave his cock a tug. I could see it was lengthening. His cockhead
pushing against the soft fabric of his slacks. Outlining its sleek
shape. He was as good as hooked; I was certain. We were ready to go.

To set the hook, I said, "Every time Billy and I have gotten together with
Tom, we've had a great time." That wasn't saying too much. That wasn't
giving away personal secrets.

As I said those words, I made a show of squeezing my hardening cock through
my shorts. It made for a good show! And I bit my lower lip. And let my head
fall back slowly as though overcome with sexual rapture.

That should do it, I thought as I slowly opened my eyes.

"I don't think it's gonna work," Joe said abruptly, suddenly sitting up
straight and businesslike. "I told you on the phone there are so many
things I can do for you. This weekend is going to be the start of all of
that. It's all planned.

"You've already started doing the grunt work for me. Learning your way
around the business side of the art world. At least the office side of it.

"This Friday I've invited a good client . . . a special client . . . up to
the country house to join us. It turns out he wants to come on Friday for
lunch. I've told him about you and your work. Your personal, I mean private
work. He'd like to meet you. To see your work. He might like to buy
something. It could be quite lucrative for you."

"Friday for lunch? I'd thought Friday night."

"That's what I'd thought too when I invited him, but . . ." He didn't
finish as though to say, What the customer wants, the customer gets.

This was all way outside our plan. I was thinking fast and furious. Talking
off the top of my head. "There's no way Billy could make it that early. He
has class. And I'm sure Tom does, too."

"Well, then it will just have to be the two of us for the weekend. It could
be a great time to relax and celebrate what I am sure is going to be a
successful meeting with your first paying customer," Joe said.

"What does he want to see?"

"Some of your nudes. Like the drawings and paintings you've done of
Billy. He likes his art . . . Well, to be delicate about it, he likes his
art explicit."

"So you want to show him the pictures I showed you of Billy? I just don't
know," I stammered. I didn't know. I really didn't. This was getting away
from me. "I don't think I could sell those pictures. They're too
personal. Too private. And they're really Billy's. He'd have to . . ."

Joe raised his hand to cut off my babbling. I took a deep breath and let it
out slowly. Trying to regain my composure.

After a brief silence, Joe said in his teacher's voice. "The gentleman will
not be buying those pictures. I know perfectly well without your reminding
me that those pictures are not for sale. I only want him to see them to
establish your credentials. Assuming that he regards your talents for the
male form as highly as I do, he would likely commission you to do one or
more pieces for him. He will probably want to pick the model and the pose
and the setting.

"We in turn will set the price. Since it will be your first sale, I would
suggest it could bring in something in the $5,000 to $10,000 range. The
price will, of course, depend on what he wants. You never know with
him. Pencil sketches to elaborate paintings in oil. Maybe he won't go that
high for an unknown artist. Even with my backing. But I'm betting he will."

This was for real. I could sell a single piece of my art for a staggering
amount of money. That really sent my head spinning. I couldn't keep up with
my swirling thoughts.

"Just a minute. I need to think about this," I said and got up and looked
out the window. There I was staring at a goddamn tree. I couldn't focus. I
couldn't think. I didn't know what to say.

After about a minute, Joe came over and stood beside me. He put his arm
around my shoulder and pulled me to his side. I wanted to lay my head on
his shoulder. It reminded me of all the things that had so attracted me to
this man in the first place. But I resisted. I straightened up. Tried to
pull myself together.

"I think there must be something going on here I don't understand," Joe
said. He was talking in the calmest, most reassuring voice. Concern almost
dripped from every word.

I knew exactly what he was doing. I'd done it with Billy often enough. But
even though I understood what he was doing, it was working. As he talked,
my swirling thoughts began to slow and settle. My mind fell in cadence with
his words. And I started to trust him to lead me out of my crippling
confusion.

All I needed to do was to drive up to the country house with him Friday
morning, he explained. He'd get me excused from my classes. We'd have lunch
with his client and show him my drawings and a few of my paintings of
Billy.

With any luck he'd commission me to create something similar for him. Joe
stressed how this client always found the most beautiful models and wanted
the most erotic poses. How pleasurable this kind of work could be. Joe had
seen some of the pieces he had commissioned, but so far all of them had
been from Eastern Europe. This was going to be a huge opportunity for
me. And I guess for Joe, too.

"Then he'll get in his limo and leave. We'll have the rest of the weekend
to relax and enjoy ourselves," Joe said.

"But what about Billy . . . and Tom?"

He paused and seemed in deep thought. I felt certain he would insist it be
just the two of us. All weekend. Alone. Together. My gut churned with the
tension of it all.

"I guess you could drive us Friday rather than using the limo," Joe said
after a long, thoughtful pause. "It was going to be a surprise for
you. Your new car will be ready Wednesday. I was going to pick you up in it
Wednesday evening and surprise you.

"I suppose Friday could be a good chance for us to give it a good test run
or whatever. After all this car is meant to make it easier for you to work
for me. "

"My Audi's coming already! This week!" My head was a blur again. "Thank
you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"Yes, so I guess you can drive us up Friday morning and I'll send the limo
to pick-up Billy and your friend after they're done with their
classes. How's that?"

"That'd be perfect. Just perfect," I said.

"Yes, just perfect. The perfect weekend. A new car. A new client. A new
friend. And 'a great time,'" Joe said, echoing my words. The way he said "a
great time," I knew he understood about Tom.

"A great time," I agreed.

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 1
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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