Date: Sun, 08 Mar 2009 12:39:24 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: I Thought I Knew - Chapter 4, Part I

Chapter 4 -- Part I

From Billy's viewpoint


That Wednesday was shaping up to be one of the worst days in my whole
fucking life. After school, I'd headed home to my room where I started
brooding again about Jess and what he was up to. I was really pissed off,
worked up about the whole thing.

I decided I had to know what was really going on. So I drove to a spot
about a block from Jess' house. From there I had a clear view of the front
of his house and could see anyone coming or going. I didn't have to wait
long.

After about 10 minutes, I saw Jess pull out of his driveway. I followed
discreetly, but wasn't getting any better idea of where he was heading. He
went across town, taking local streets all the way. He finally pulled into
an Arby's. Not two minutes later, there was the fag boy on his scooter.

I saw them get some Arby's shit and then slink around behind a dumpster out
back. That was perfect: Garbage eating garbage in garbage. I couldn't
really see them or what they were doing back there and I didn't really
think about it that much. Mostly I sat and stewed about Jess lying to me
and hanging out with this fag kid. What the fuck was going on? Eventually,
I saw them leave and I headed home to try to figure out what the fuck.

I hadn't been home that long, when the phone rang. It was Jess saying the
project with his mom hadn't taken all that long and did I want to come on
over and study, or hangout "and just talk for awhile." He sounded friendly
and sincere, but it seemed like there was a note of caution in his
voice. He'd better be fucking cautious. At least around me. I'd had enough
bullshit.

I said I'd be over in a little bit. I'd planned to make him wait a long
time. Maybe even stand him up. But 30 minutes later I was sitting in his
room talking about swim practice, school, whatever. I'd thought about what
I was going to say to him when I got there and decided I'd play it cool to
start. Not lay out my cards. See if he'd give me any clues as to what he
was up to.

It wasn't long before the conversation sputtered to a stop. It hadn't been
a conversation really. Just Jess blabbering on about nothing. But now he
looked serious, worried, even maybe scared.

"I've got to talk to you about something," he said and looked down in his
lap, pausing. He didn't look good at all. Mad as I was at him, I still
couldn't help but feel sorry for Jess. He'd been my best bud all his life
and something was really bothering him. Don't get me wrong. I was still
pissed at the fucker. It was like last night was starting all over
again. And I didn't want that.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. But I knew he was bullshitting me about that,
too. "There's something I've got to tell you."

"So tell me."

Jess fixed one of those stares on me, looking deep in my eyes. I knew he
was trying to show that smile, the one he showed only to me. "First, no
matter what happens, I will always love you. You're the best friend a guy
could have. You are more important to me than Ellie, my mom, my dad. More
than anyone."

"OK. So what do you have to tell me?"

He looked down at his hands and said quietly, but very distinctly, "Billy,
I'm gay."

"What? You're no faggot." For a moment my mind went blank and then words
just started to flow from my mouth. "What about Ellie? What about all the
other girls? What about having your cock in Susan's mouth? You're not a
fag. What's this all about?"

And then it started to pour out of him. How he'd never done more than feel
a girl up, and not even that with Ellie. How the thing with Susan was a
stunt the two of them had cooked up. They knew everyone was going to be
coming to his house after a party and they left the door ajar. There was
nothing going on between them. His dick had been in her mouth about a
second. Just long enough to secure both of their reputations. After that,
no one thought she was a lesbian and his reputation as a cocksman was
secured for life.

Jess told me how he'd been getting more and more interested in guys'
bodies, guys with bodies like mine. It kind of creeped me out the way he
was talking about liking my body. I was glad I was dressed head to toe.

He told me how he'd started going "commando." How he liked to eat his cum,
which I really didn't need to hear. How he was sure he was gay and he
couldn't keep that secret from me any longer.

He looked so scared, so lonely, such a shell of the macho, fun-loving guy I
had known. My best-bud instincts kicked in. I couldn't help it. As much as
I hated everything he'd just told me, as much as I didn't want it to be
true, in my heart, I knew it must be.

Because even as he was telling me this shit, I couldn't help but to think
back to that day years ago when I walked into his room and saw him standing
there with his hard cock in his hand. How he'd smiled at me with that
special smile and said, "So, how do you like it?" How he'd talked me into
sitting on his bed with him and jerking off until my cum flowed for the
first time. I should have known right then that the fucking world was
taking a bad turn. But it felt so good back then. We were so hot and such
good friends.

Then Jess looked up at me and smiled and said, "You know, whatever happens
I'll always love you."

So now here we were and everything was fucked.

He'd said he loved me before, but each time I'd been changing "love" to
"like" in my mind. "Like" was how I felt about him. Not "love."

"I'll still be your best bud, Jess, but I can't be your love whatever. I
can't do that stuff. I'm not like that. I'll be the best fucking friend you
could ask for." I regretted my choice of words as soon as they left my
mouth. Jess didn't seem to notice. "But that's all I can be. And if you've
got any other secrets, keep 'em to yourself. This is enough for me to chew
on for now." I tried to smile and he sort of smiled back.

We talked about it a little longer and then I said I really needed to get
home and study. What I really needed was time to think and be alone.

In my room that night I didn't know what to think. I didn't know how to
sort through what I'd heard. I didn't know what to do. But as I tried to
make sense of it all, I kept coming back to that fag kid. The more I
thought about it, the more I was certain it was all his fault. That he'd
done something to Jess to change him. That's how fags were. Tricky. But
this little fag boy was gonna be sorry he ever messed with my best bud.

Things were a little strained with me and Jess at school the next day. We
sat together at lunch with our friends and talked about regular shit. As
lunch wound down, I excused myself and headed off on an errand. I wanted to
find that fag guy Justin.

It didn't take long. He was standing alone in front of his locker, right
where I had seen him with Jess Tuesday after school.

"Do you know who I am?" I said, trying to sound menacing.

He looked right at me and smiled. I hadn't expected him to smile. "Sure,
you're Jess' friend, Billy. I thought I might be hearing from you."

I was really thrown off my plan. He was being charming, not cowering the
way I imagined it. I was at a loss for words. After an awkward pause, I
said, "Well, we need to talk."

"Sure," he said as casually as could be. I obviously wasn't projecting the
fag-hating attitude I'd planned.

"Behind the classroom annex. Five o'clock. Don't be late. And you better be
alone," I said.

Suddenly I realized someone might see me talking to this fag. I looked
around. No one was paying any attention. As I turned back, Justin was
closing his locker and walking away, casually saying over his shoulder,
"Then I'll see you at 5."

When I got there after swim practice, the fag kid was already
waiting. Again he looked completely at ease. And for the first time, I
realized he wasn't the shrimpy little kid I pictured him as being in my
mind. He was about my size and build. I could take him in a fair fight, but
his body was a lot more than I'd imagined. He was wearing expensive jeans
and a T-Shirt that showed off his chest and arms. It was obvious he worked
out.

Before I could say anything, he greeted me saying, "So, Jess already talked
to you, I guess."

"About what?" I asked, not wanting to give away my hand. This wasn't even
close to what I had planned to happen.

Justin told me pretty much the same shit Jess had told me the night
before. There was nothing new here, except that it popped in my head that
Jess had told the fag boy about being gay before he'd told me. That kind of
hurt. But when I heard Jess had told him I was gay and deep in the closet,
that was it.

"He told you that? That I'm gay, too? That's shit. I'm no fag. He didn't
say that!"

"I'm pretty sure that's what he said. He told me you guys jack off together
and stuff all the time. Have for years. I think that's what he said."

"Man, we haven't jacked off together since we were kids. It was just kid
stuff. Experimenting or whatever. That doesn't mean fuck."

"Maybe I misunderstood, but I thought he told me you two were still really
close."

"We are," I said. "But not like that."

We talked a little more and then Justin looked apologetic and said he'd
have to go. He was in some kind of trouble with his parents and had to be
home by 6 that night, even though they wouldn't be home until 8. Sometimes
they called to check. He said he really wanted to continue the talk,
because Jess had come to him for help and he thought maybe he could help
both of us.

I told him I didn't have my car and that besides I didn't need any help.

"Then do it for Jess," he said and offered me a ride on his scooter. He
said he was sure his parents would let him give me a ride home later, as
long as he came straight back home. And then he smiled at me and I felt
almost like I sort of liked the guy. He was trying to help.

He warned me it would be a little cozy with two on his bike, but not to
worry if I sprang a boner. The vibration and the heat of being pressed so
close together made it happen to almost every guy he gave a ride to.

"I don't think either one of us needs to worry about that," I said, meaning
it as a put down. But for some reason, I glanced at his crotch as I said it
and he noticed. He had the most incredible package I'd ever seen. Once
again, nothing was going as I planned.

As I climbed on the scooter behind him, I had this incredible image of
Justin's bulging crotch stuck in my mind. He looked like something out of
one of those Abercrombie ads, where the guy is standing there with the
package any guy would die to sport. This pretty fag boy had a crotch to
drive women wild. I had to remember to ask him where he got those jeans.

So we headed off to his place. Me in back a bit disconcerted. Gay guy with
the perfect bulging crotch up front, probably smiling. He always seemed to
be smiling.

But it wasn't his smile that was caught in my mind. It was that vision of
his crotch, along with his not-to-worry-if-I-sprang-a-boner line. I was a
normal, horny 18-year-old with his crotch bouncing up and down against a
warm ass on this fucking little scooter. Of course, I got a woody. Worse
than a woody. The biggest raging hard-on I'd had in months. It was trapped
in my jeans, rubbing his warm ass, bouncing along the road.

"I told you," Justin said turning his head back towards me so I could hear.

I saw the smile on his face. He loved this. Me, on the other hand? I was
really feeling uncomfortable, my dick oozing pre-cum, all bound up against
his bouncing ass.

After a couple more minutes, already feeling the pre-cum dribbling down
around my nuts, I realized where this was heading. "I think you need to
pull over," I said.

"It's only a few more blocks," he said, looking back and smiling again. I
could swear that as he turned back, he wiggled his tight ass against my
dick on purpose. That was it. I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist,
clenched my jaw and moaned, "Oh, shit!" I pressed my face against his back
and tried to stop the feeling. But the bouncing. His hot ass. That image of
his perfect crotch. I could feel my balls tighten up. I could feel that
tightening sensation rising in my crotch. I could feel my hot cock try to
harden even more and then, with Justin's hot ass bouncing up and down
against my rock hard cock, I started to cum. I groaned and held him tight
as a shiver ran through my entire body.

And it just didn't stop. I knew this was one cum I would remember. Not just
for the circumstances. It was huge, even for me. It was still pumping out,
releasing all that pent up boy juice. Soaking my underwear, my jeans and
. . . Oh, shit. I knew it must be soaking through to Justin's jeans,
too. And then that image of his hot crotch flashed back in my mind and I
came even more.

Justin wiggled his butt against my crotch. I was sure it was
intentional. He looked back at me again and said, "That was a first."

When we got to his house, I was mortified. I'd never done anything like
that . . . not with a guy.

To Be Continued . . .

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