Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2009 19:47:11 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew Chapter 29 Part 6

This is the final part of the final chapter of the first Book in the "I
Thought I Knew" series. Even though this is where the first Book formally
ends, there will be a prologue you won't want to miss posted within the
next week.  -- H.R.

Chapter 29 -- Part VI
From Justin's viewpoint


After Jess had left, Billy and I talked well into the night. I never got
around to telling Billy about the guy who came in my hand at the store
earlier that day. It seemed to pale in comparison to what else had been
said and done that night. Strange how life never seems to go the way you
think it will.

As Billy and I talked, we went back and forth over whether Jess had figured
out whether or not he was gay. Or straight. Or maybe bi. We were both
leaning pretty much toward gay. After all, we had both just fucked him,
sucked him off and swapped cum with him.

I was starting to feel pretty confident that it would just be a day, maybe
two, before we heard back from Jess. Telling us he was gay. Or maybe bi. No
way was he straight.

Then Billy started to worry. If it was possible, even a little possible,
that Jess wasn't gay, maybe, Billy thought, he wasn't gay either. I found
it hard to take Billy seriously at first, but he got himself all worked up
over it. He was, in Billy's own mysterious way of thinking, really worried
and really confused by all that was happening.

He finally calmed down as we lay in bed together running through all our
memories of what had happened since that first day when Billy had seen me
talking to Jess. All the changes that had taken place in our lives. All the
worries. All the doubts. About each other. About ourselves. Such an
unsettling time in all of our lives.

When we seemed to have talked it all through, I asked Billy, "So now, after
all of that, do you really think it matters if Jess is gay or straight? Or
if you're gay or straight? All that matters is what you want in life. And
how you live your life."

Billy nodded in agreement.

"So tell me," I said, "what is it you want in your life, Billy?"

He didn't say a word, but I never doubted his answer. It may seem primitive
to some of you, but Billy's answer was to slowly but determinedly cover me
in kisses from my eyes to the head of my cock. As he kissed me, he licked
at the drying cum on my skin. He let his tongue toy in any opening he could
reach. My ears. My mouth. My ass.

We spent the rest of the night making love. Sometimes we gently stroked and
coaxed and petted each other like the loving couple I so often imagined us
to be. Sometimes we thrust and grunted. Sweating as we rammed our hard
cocks deep in one another. Time and time again. Just like the sexual
animals I knew in my gut we both were in so many ways.

Late that night, Billy and I found ourselves lying face to cock. For the
longest time I'd been slowly running my tongue up and down his wonderfully
hard cock. To tell the truth, my tongue was getting really tired.

My hand played with his nuts. Caressed his hard dick. Toyed with his
pubes. Sometimes I'd take his cockhead into my mouth and suck on
it. Sometimes I'd swallow his entire shaft. Deep-throating him as best I
could. I loved his moans and groans. The smell of his sweat. The smell of
our cum. The closeness of it all.

Then, as I went back to just licking and toying with his cock again, he'd
take mine into his mouth and do the most fantastic things with his warm,
slithering tongue. Playing with my cocklips. Humming as he sucked his
cheeks tight against my shaft.

Billy was good at this. Very good at it.

I think what I liked best about what we were doing was that after all the
frenzy of the evening we had just had, we were taking the time to enjoy
each and every sensation. Share every moment. I could focus on how hard and
long Billy's cock was. How great it tasted. How warm it felt against my
tongue and lips. The wonder of his nuts as I played with them in my hand.

It was like both discovering and remembering all at the same time how great
the simplest of sex between two guys can be. It was as perfect as it could
get.

Then, when Billy knew he couldn't hold back much longer, he gave me a look
I understood immediately. Even though Billy usually liked to bottom for me,
I'd seen that look before. He wanted to cum inside me.

I rolled onto my stomach. He helped slide a pillow under me to raise my ass
a little. Then he began to rim me so expertly. So gently. So lovingly. His
tongue probing into my willing hole. Readying me for what was to come.

When he'd finished, he put his hardened cockhead to my asshole and applied
just the least little bit of pressure.

"I love you," he whispered. Then he entered me with a slow, gentle push. My
ass offered no resistance. His fat cockhead slid right in. Where it
belonged. In a moment he was buried deep inside me. Groaning as he massaged
my shoulders with his firm hands. Grinding his cock deep in me. Massaging
my prostate as well.

This was what it meant to "make love." My only regret was that we hadn't
spent the whole night doing just this. Even as I hoped this moment could
last forever, I sensed Billy wouldn't last long. So I enjoyed it while I
could.

I felt Billy tense. He arched his back, pushing his cock as deep as it
could go into my ass. It was amazing how I could feel his hard cock
throbbing deep inside me. Then, with what sounded more like a deep sigh
than a groan, he relaxed. I hadn't felt him cum. He was lying with almost
his full weight on me. His cock, still so hard and so deep within me. His
breathing easy. His muscles, all except for his rock hard cock, were slack.

I was certain just what was happening. I tightened my asshole around his
cock. The only way I had to hug him. To let him know it was OK that he
hadn't cum. To show him how much I loved him. I tightened my muscles around
his loving cock again. With that, Billy began to cum.

I could feel his hot juices flowing into me. It felt like hot lava. Almost
burning me as it pulsed from his hard cock. But it wasn't pain I felt. I
was pure pleasure. He wasn't thrusting. There was just a twitch or a spasm
in his hard cock and I could feel his cum surge again. Then another
twitch. More cum. With each twitch he filled my ass with more of his hot
jizz. I found I could squeeze again and be rewarded with more and more and
more twitching and cumming. It was so gentle. So loving. So fucking goddamn
hot!

I couldn't believe Billy was lying so still and yet having such an
orgasm. Finally I was overcome by the sensation of Billy cumming deep
inside of me. His cum running out my overflowing ass. I needed to cum,
too. I only had to gently thrust my cock against the pillow beneath me and
soon I was soaking it. I, too, could lie still beneath Billy and let my cum
flow. Spurred on by Billy's twitching, cumming cock up my ass.

With Billy's cum complete and my own finally at an end, Billy rolled off of
me.

"How did we do that?" he asked. "And why haven't we done it before?"

I didn't know the answer to either question, but I was willing to try
again. Anytime.

And we did try. It was never quite the same as it had been that night. That
special night it had been so good. It wasn't so much about the
cumming. We'd already cum so much. It was about the
sharing. Relaxing. Trusting.

As long as either of us thought, or even hoped, we could cum one more time
that night, or even just stay hard, we did. Our cum was everywhere. The way
we made love that night became an integral part of how we lived our lives
together.

This is who Billy and I had become. A complex mix of the wildly erotic and
the gently loving. It was who we wanted to be. I don't know what to call
it. Call it what you want. Condemn it if you want. I don't care. It is who
we are. How we choose to live.

I really believe that understanding and accepting who and what we are made
it so much easier for both of us to accept who Jess was. Whatever he had
decided, I knew we would accept it and would always be best friends to
him. Supportive of him. Happy for him, as we were for ourselves.

Those who understood the bonds that held us together through good and bad
times would come and join us for a party H.R. was planning for us in a few
weeks. It wouldn't be a large group. But that didn't matter. They'd help us
celebrate our union and confirm the commitment we had made to each other
that night at Mike's apartment. A commitment we had enthusiastically
renewed in our special way so many days and nights since.

Maybe the guests at H.R.'s party would be celebrating Jess, too. We didn't
know, but we both hoped so.

And the people who wouldn't be at the party . . . they really didn't matter
to us. We had found our way at last.

And Jess had certainly found his.  The End

Thank you so much for the commitment of your time and effort in reading
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Within the next week, I will be posting final comments that Jess has made
about what he learned from all of this. It will be a sort of epilogue to
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And if any of you have any questions, and I can quickly think of one
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There is one more Book ready to post in this project. It is called "The
Further Adventures of Justin & Billy."  I suspect Nifty will post it in the
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-- H.R.