Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2009 22:12:32 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew Chapter 27 Part 1

Chapter 27 -- Part I
From Billy's viewpoint


Justin and I were sitting in his room after school Tuesday. For years it
had been Jess that I had spent most of my free time with. Hanging with
Justin was so different. My whole life was different. Different than just
the week before had been. That whole week I had hung with Jess, wishing I
was with Justin instead. I hope it didn't show. I really like Jess. But
right now I needed all the time I could get with Justin. Just the two of
us.

I know that may seem strange to say when the evening before I had brought
Ted back to Justin's room with me. But, at the time, that was the best I
could figure out to do.

I thought that coming out to my friends and being Justin's boyfriend would
make my life a lot simpler. All my questions were finally going to be
answered. I am gay. And it's cool. I'm fucking cool with it. My friends
seem to be cool with it. Justin loves me. I love him. See. Everything was
supposed to be settled.

So where does Ted fit in? Where does that scene with Justin and me getting
Jess off fit in? A week ago I couldn't even have imagined having sex in
front of other people. But it keeps happening. And each time it does, I
really get off on it. I mean it is fucking hot to be doing shit and to have
some guy right there getting off watching you do it. Or better yet, helping
him get off. Or him helping me get off? Fuck. My mind is so twisted with
this stuff. I keep trying to figure it out, but it just makes me that much
hornier. I worry that I'm turning into some kind of gay cum slut or
something. I don't even know.

Every time I saw Ted at school on Tuesday, I threw a rod. I found myself
staring at him during fourth period just thinking how big his cock is. That
it was right there in his pants and I wanted it so bad. I remembered how
hot it was Monday night. The three of us cumming all over each other. I had
to leave my shirt tails hanging out all day at school to hide my boner. Of
course, everybody knows what you're hiding. But at least they can't see
your business.

All of these thoughts were surging through my mind as I was supposed to be
helping Justin clear some of his tons of clothes out of his over-packed
closet. He kept saying stuff like, "Oh, you should take this," or "You'd
look hotter in this than me."

I just said, "Yeah" or "OK" without even really looking at the clothes. My
mind was still trying to wrap itself around the fact that Justin and I had
been in a three-way cumfest with Ted the day before. It wasn't me, I
thought. I don't do shit like that. I might be gay, but I'm not the kind of
guy who drags a stranger home every night for a three-way. Not that Ted was
a stranger. Or that I had to drag him. I just couldn't make the pieces fit.

For a guy who had had so many limits just a couple of weeks ago, I couldn't
seem to find any limits when it came to gay sex now. I could talk about
limits, but when I got turned on to something. . . to some guy . . . all
fucking bets were off. I was probably just gonna go at it till we all
fucking blew our wads.

Justin's cell phone rang. He answered it and listened for a moment, not
saying anything.

"What did you say your name was?" he finally asked. "Greg? Greg who?"

I couldn't make sense of what the conversation was about, but Justin seemed
to be agreeing to some sort of plans for us and this Greg guy for Friday.

When he finally hung up, he looked at me and said, "That sounds good to
you, doesn't it? We're not doing anything Friday? Are we?"

It took a while for me to convince Justin I hadn't heard enough of the
conversation to make any sense of it. So he explained:

Greg was the fucking waiter at the Italian restaurant where we had dinner
Friday night. "The cute one with the big hard-on. The one who gave us the
thumbs up sign as we left," Justin said. I hadn't noticed him, but
apparently Justin hadn't missed a thing that night. It kind of irritated me
to think he could have been checking out another guy at that point, but I
didn't say anything.

Anyway, it seems this Greg guy is gay and has a boyfriend named
something. Justin couldn't remember what Greg had told him. So Greg and the
boyfriend don't have any gay friends and they really want to have some gay
friends. So when he saw us in the restaurant, he thought we looked like we
could be the friends they are so fucking desperate to find. He'd gotten
Justin's name and phone number off the reservation book. He could probably
be fired for that.

Bottom line is that Justin agreed that we'd go see a movie with them Friday
night. Maybe get some pizza or something and get to know each other.

"Don't you want to have some gay friends we can hang with? I mean it would
be nice to be around guys like us. You know, guys who are boyfriends. Less
tension that way," Justin said.

He was saying it wouldn't be like it had been with Jess. Or Ted. Only he
didn't actually have to say it. But I knew what he meant. If everyone's got
a boyfriend, we don't all end up in bed together.

As he talked, I wondered if he thought I was somehow responsible for what
had happened. If I was the one who wanted us to have sex with other
guys. The one who kept getting us involved with other guys.

If Justin thought doing shit with another couple would work out better,
would somehow put us on more level ground, I'd try it. "OK. It sounds like
it could be fun," I said, maybe not too enthusiastically. "I don't remember
the guy. But if you think he sounds OK, it's OK with me. I mean, he's
probably not going to kill us in a movie theater or a pizza place. If we
don't like them, we just go our separate ways."

All evening long I continued to feel stressed over the thing with Ted the
night before. But Justin seemed completely at ease and eventually I managed
to relax, too. Of course, once the closet was more or less emptied of what
Justin didn't need or want, Justin and I made love. At least Justin took my
ass again. And I took his, too. I came at least twice. I remember shooting
a load all over his asshole just after pulling out. I really creamed him
and his hole just twitched like crazy. It was so comfortable. So close. So
natural. The two of us together exploring all the possibilities of two
guys, two cocks, two assholes, two mouths, four hands . . . Well, you get
the idea. All of my worries seemed to fade so fast when I could just focus
on being with Justin.

We had to go to school during the days, but Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday
evenings Justin and I continued exploring our relationship. We didn't go
anywhere but to Justin's room. We didn't do anything but talk and explore
each other's bodies. It was so fucking hot. So perfect. So much what I had
wanted in a boyfriend-boyfriend relationship.

Finally I wasn't worrying about Jess or Ted or anyone else. At last there
was just Justin and me and all the sex we could handle.

I was one happy guy.

Friday came too fast. It felt like an intrusion. I really wanted another
night alone with Justin. I wanted to try taking turns fucking each other
without cumming. Him fucking me for a while and then me fucking him. And
back and forth. Always stopping before we came. Keeping each other's
assholes loose and lubed. Just sliding in and out. Edging. But not just
with your own hand. With you boyfriend's hot asshole.

I told Justin what I was thinking and suggested maybe we could call Greg
and tell him something had come up and we'd do it another time. But Justin
really thought we should go out. Meet some new people. Gay guys. We didn't
need to stay late. We'd have all night to ourselves once we got home. And
all day Saturday, until Jess got back from Iowa that evening.

Greg had texted that we should meet him and Alex -- that turned out to be
the boyfriend's name -- at a big cineplex at 7:45. There'd be plenty of
flicks to choose from.

So Justin and I were standing out in front of the theater waiting for these
guys. The whole time I'm wondering what they'll be like and asking Justin
what he thinks they'll be like.

"They're just guys. Like us. They're not gonna be anything special. But
they're gonna think you're something special." He flashed me a big
smile. "I saw how Greg was staring at your monster hard-on as we walked out
of that restaurant," Justin said. And leered at me.

"God, I hope it isn't like that. I can't deal with another Ted, or Jess," I
said.

Justin swore he was just kidding. The guy just saw us. Could tell we were a
couple in love. Thought it would be cool to hang with us. That's all.

"Hi. You're Justin and Billy. Right?" this guy out of nowhere is suddenly
asking as he stretches his hand out for me to shake. It was a firm warm
handshake and he held my grip a little longer than . . . well, longer than
I expected.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, I'm Greg and this is Alex," he said as a second guy thrust his hand
out to be shaken. As I shook Alex's hand and Greg shook Justin's, Greg
asked Justin, "So which are you, Justin or Billy?"

It suddenly came crashing down on me how little we knew about them, or them
about us. I took a good hard look at them. Suspicious. I was so ready to be
suspicious. But what I saw was more like eye candy than serial killers. I
mean these two guys looked . . . maybe not hot, but good. Really good! They
looked liked they'd fit right in with my friends at school. Only maybe they
were a little older.

It turned out as we chatted they were nice guys. Nothing scary. Just two
nice guys. They were both seniors at the same Catholic high school. Both
jocks. Greg wrestling. Alex football. Neither was a star, but their bodies
made it clear they trained seriously. And they dressed to show off their
assets.

We picked a movie from the not too appealing choices. Most important of
all, it was a movie that wouldn't keep us waiting forever to get in. A high
school sex comedy. An "American Pie" rip-off. As we headed in, Greg asked
if we minded sitting in the back row. They didn't like to "draw attention"
to themselves, Alex said.

That was no problem as the theater was almost empty. It was about 15
minutes before the lights went down for the previews, As we waited, we got
talking like old friends swapping stories. Telling how we met. How we came
out. Our parents' reactions. Friends. What we did together . . . other than
sex.

Alex made it clear that they were each other's first and only
boyfriends. Neither had dated girls much. Just enough to keep people
guessing. They both lived with their parents so they didn't have much
privacy or opportunity. I could start to see why they were so in need of
some gay friends to spend some time with.

Then the lights went down. The trumpets blared. And the commercials and
previews started.

I slumped down in my seat. Justin, to my right, slumped down as well and
spread his legs wide as he put an arm around my shoulders. His spread legs
were an obvious invitation and so I spread mine, pressing my leg against my
boyfriend's leg. I could feel the heat causing a rush from my leg straight
to my cock. I looked over at Justin and saw his dimly lit face smiling back
at me. He pressed harder against my leg and I reached over and squeezed his
thigh.

We both looked back toward the screen. We were together. And in the
darkness at the back of this theater, virtually alone. I was content.

The movie started and it was really bad. About 10 minutes into it there
were some lame gay jokes, if you could even call them that. I looked over
at Greg, who was next to me on my left. I wondered what his reaction was to
the gay jokes. As best I could tell he was either whispering something to
Alex or had his tongue in his ear.

Alex saw me looking over and nudged Greg to let him know I was looking at
them. He turned toward me to see what I wanted. I was pretty sure then it
had been tongue/ear action. I just shrugged off saying anything and went
back to watching the movie.

It wasn't long before I noticed there was more action going on between Alex
and Greg. Each had a hand in the other's lap and the rhythmic motions I was
detecting were all too familiar to me.

I waited a minute and then nudged Justin. I nodded my head toward our new
friends. He couldn't really see much, but I'm pretty sure what he could see
made it clear to him what he couldn't see. He squeezed my shoulder as if to
say, it's OK. I squeezed his thigh again. A little higher this time. And
left my hand there. Occasionally giving him a little massage-like motion. I
could tell my hand was having the desired effect. His hardening cock was
snaking down his left thigh. Right at my finger tips. I started gently
rubbing my fingers up and down his growing cock. He purred into my ear.

After a little while, I looked back over at Greg and Alex. I couldn't
believe it. Both of them had their pants open enough to let their hard
cocks jut out. I couldn't see that much of their cocks because of the hand
action each was giving the other. They were sitting about as close to me as
two guys could sit and they were stroking each other while watching the
movie. Slow and calm as could be. I couldn't believe it.

Greg must have noticed me looking. He looked right at me. His face was only
inches away. I didn't know what to do or say. He smiled and eased down even
further in his seat, spreading his legs even wider to give Alex better
access.

Greg's leg was pressed against mine now. My other leg still pressed against
Justin's. My eyes were locked on Greg's hand wrapped around Alex's
nice-size boner. I could see what I was pretty sure was pre-cum oozing from
Greg's cockhead glistening in the light from the movie. I so wanted to wrap
my hand around it, too.

The fingers of my right hand were now wrapped around Justin's trapped
hard-on. And I realized I was sort of jacking him through the fabric as I
watched Alex jacking Greg. I was getting so turned on by this.

Finally Justin shifted in his seat. He reached down into his jeans and
rearranged his cock so it was pointing up the way it should instead of down
his thigh. He eased back down in his seat. But in this new position, I
couldn't really get my hand around . . . you know. I was so fucking hot, I
was not prepared to be denied.

So I nudged Justin. When he looked at me, I started to unbutton his
jeans. It wasn't easy. Not with just one hand. The angle was wrong. I
couldn't unbutton them. My fumbling got Alex and Greg's attention. Finally
with these two guys craning their necks to see everything, I thought `What
the fuck,' and leaned around toward Justin and unbuttoned his fly. His
amazing nine-inch cock was free. Hard. My god! It looked so hot! And felt
so hot!

Justin leaned back in his seat, his legs spread wide. His cock standing up
hard and proud. My hand stroking his firm, warm shaft. I leaned in and
kissed him gently. Then I slumped back into my own seat.

Greg and Alex were leaning forward watching us. Still watching me stroke my
boyfriend's enormous cock. I looked at Greg hoping that might give him the
hint to pay more attention to his boyfriend and less to us. He just smiled
and then winked at me as he slumped back in his seat. Alex was still
staring into Justin's lap. Then he too slumped back and the two of them
resumed their mutual jerk off session. I knew because I was watching their
slow-motion strokes out of the corner of my eye.

My poor trapped cock was the only one being ignored. And it irked me a
little. So I opened my own jeans, freed my own cock and started stroking it
with my free hand. Now each of us was getting a little jerk-off action in
the back row.

As I stroked my cock and Justin's in unison, Justin kept his arm around me,
massaging my shoulder in unison with my steady stroking. Which was in exact
unison with Greg and Alex's motion. I knew because I couldn't stop watching
these two guys we'd just met, their hard cocks in each other's hands.

After a little while of slow jerking, Greg started to shift in his seat. He
took his elbow off of the armrest between us. I thought he was
uncomfortable or something. But then, as I watched, he moved his arm so he
could wrap his hand around my cock, pushing my hand aside. I jostled with
him for a second or two, but then I let him. It felt good the way he
stroked me. Different than Justin. More gentle. It wasn't as electric, but
it felt damn good. I gotta say I was surprised he was so bold. I mean we'd
just met. But what the fuck. No one was getting hurt. And it felt fucking
hot to have this new guy stroking me off in the dark.

I knew Justin saw it, but he didn't act as though he cared at first. But
before long he took his arm that had been massaging my shoulder and soon he
too had his hand on my cock. It seemed like there was almost a little fight
going on between the two of them over who was going to control my cock. I
figured Greg was going to withdraw his hand. But, as happy as I was to have
my boyfriend get into my lap action, I didn't really want to lose the nice
touch of Greg's warm hand.

When Justin and Greg finally got things settled, their wrists were crossed
over my pubes and their fingers intertwined around my cock. It was
amazing. Their interlinked fingers were stroking my cock from base to cock
tip. My pre-cum was flowing and my cock was twitching.

I squeezed Justin's cock in appreciation. He leaned over and kissed me. Our
tongues darted in and out briefly. I was about to reach over with my newly
freed hand to take hold of Greg's cock in similar fashion, when the other
patrons in the theater started to stand up and the lights were partly
raised.

The fucking movie was ending. Nothing to do but try to pull ourselves
together without drawing attention. It wasn't easy. No way was I going to
be able to get my rock hard cock in my jeans and button them while sitting
down. I tried. It wasn't working.

Finally I stood up and turned my back to the screen and got myself
together. The others followed suit and then we walked out. Each of us
sporting obvious wood. Who gave a fuck? All I wanted now was to get my
rocks off. I was so fucking horny. My nads were in an uproar.

When we got outside, we were all looking from one bulging crotch to the
next. Not only were our boners obvious, but also there was pre-jizz
dribbled across the front of everyone's jeans, except Alex's. He must not
get much pre-lube.

Justin reached down and swiped his fingers through a big wet spot on my
crotch and put it to his lips. "Tastes like chicken," he said and started
to laugh. Then he grabbed my boner through my jeans. Just playing
around. Soon I had him in a headlock and he was saying "uncle."

Greg and Alex started laughing so hard at our antics I didn't think they
were going to be able to stop.

We went to a pizza joint in a strip mall nearby and ordered some soft
drinks. But after about 15 minutes, the waiter guy had never come
back. Finally we decided to blow off the pizza place. Instead we could go
to Justin's and order pizza delivered.

Somehow I had lost track of my idea of getting home early to spend the rest
of the night alone with Justin. These guys were fun to be with and they
obviously liked what we liked.

To Be Continued . . .

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