Chapter 20 -- Part I From Justin's viewpoint
Monday evening I had listened to Jess' describe his reconciliation with Billy in detail for almost an hour. It sounded like it had been pretty cool. I would have liked to see it. From what Jess was saying, it sounded like Billy had finally seen the light. Which was good, because Billy needed to be more honest with people, including himself. And he needed to start getting comfortable with being gay. It sounded like both were finally happening.
As soon as Jess hung up, I called Mike and put the wheels in motion.
If Billy and I were getting back together as boyfriends, I wanted it to last. I didn't want us to let this thing get screwed up again. The first time we started down the road to being boyfriends, I thought I'd planned a pretty good start at Billy' house. The handjob under the counter. The slow, tender touching in his room. The introduction to man-on-man fucking with the dildo.
Of course, when Jess showed up, the wheels fell off and the train wrecked. I wanted the second time to go perfectly. No interruptions. No distractions. Nothing but Billy and me building our relationship on a solid, loving and sexy footing. I wanted my hunky swimming team jock of a boyfriend to dive into me and never have to come up for air again.
After talking with Mike, I called Billy and told him to start saving himself for me. I was thinking back to my 18th birthday and how perfect that had been. What a great start it had been holding my cum. Waiting for the twins. Hard all the time. Oozing pre-cum non-stop. So consumed with the cumming sex. Feeling my nuts ache with anticipation. My building load of boy juice making me jiggy as a monkey. I wanted something like that for Billy. I wanted him to be as focused on our big night together as I had been on my first night with the twins. Only I wanted it to be even better for him. I wanted it to be with me. Only with me.
When Saturday rolled around, I was experiencing everything I hoped Billy was experiencing. In spades. I was as jiggy as I'd been on the eve of my 18th birthday. It seemed like I'd been rock hard in my pants since I called Mike and started making the arrangements. I kept thinking about those ads that warn you to call a doctor if your hard-on lasts more than four hours. Fuck four hours. I was headed toward four days.
I didn't dare touch my cock. If I did, it would probably have exploded in my jeans. I tried to think of other things, but I could barely remember to go to school and come home at the end of the day. At school I did my best to avoid even seeing him in the hallways. At night Billy kept calling, asking what we were doing Saturday. How should he dress? Stuff like that. I just told him not to worry. I'd pick him up at 7.
He sent me one text message warning me I'd better not try to pick him up on my scooter, because, if he got on it behind me, he'd cream his jeans and mine before we were out of the driveway. He was right about that. I'd have to borrow my mom's car.
I showed up at Billy's at 7 on the dot. I'd been getting ready since about 4 that afternoon. I had showered, shaved, trimmed my nails, and trimmed my pubes, too. The works. I was as perfect as I could make myself from head to toe. I'd even douched my ass and I'd never done that before. But I wanted everything to be perfect.
I was wearing a new shirt Mike had slipped me. The way it fit, you would have thought I was the swimmer instead of Billy. It showed off my V-shape and my biceps. I'd worked on my biceps all week long. I was wearing a pair of khaki slacks that were made from a very light fabric. Not too tight, but tight enough. The result was that my perpetual hard-on was clearly on display for Billy to see . . . and anyone else who happened to be looking. I really didn't care. As long as it looked good to Billy, the rest of the world could go fuck itself.
I pulled up in front of Billy's and before I could shut the engine off, Billy was out the front door. I guess I didn't have to worry about his mom or dad seeing my tent pole.
He flew in through the passenger door and turned in his seat so he could look straight at me. My god, he looked so cute. His smile so perfect and so big. It looked like it would permanently stretch his face. I loved it. And him, too, of course.
"Can I kiss you now?" he asked in a quiet, sexy voice. His voice seemed to have deepened noticeably in the few days since I had last seen him. The day when Jess had walked in on . . . I put that thought out of my mind.
"Don't you ever say `please'?" I asked.
"Can I kiss you now, please?" he purred and leaned in for his reward.
"Not yet," I said. "We have a long night ahead of us. I don't want to rush through this too fast, boyfriend."
I don't know how, but his smile seemed to get even bigger when he heard me call him "boyfriend." Then he saw my boner. My big hard cock. Clearly outlined in the fabric of my pants. No underwear. The flared edge of my cockhead all too obvious, as was the perpetual wet spot where my pre-cum was oozing as it had been for days. His eyes opened wide. His smile was broad. His hand instinctively reached for my raging hard-on.
I took his wrist, not too firmly, and held it at bay. "Not so fast. What's your hurry?"
Then I saw the incredible boner he was sporting. It was as obvious as mine and almost as big. My mouth began to water and my cock, my rock hard cock, twitched. I could feel a surge of my pre-jizz flow from its lips. I looked in my lap and saw the wet spot there grow noticeably larger, wetter. My goo soaking right through the thin fabric. It almost felt like I was cumming. And I almost was.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
I told him we were going to dinner first. To a nice, quiet Italian restaurant not too far from his house.
"And then?"
And then, I told him coyly, I hoped he had told his parents he'd be home late, if at all tonight.
"Why?" My man was so full of questions. So cute. So anxious to see what I had up my sleeve . . . and in my pants.
"Because we have a party to go to. It's in our honor and it just might last all night. Is that OK?"
He swallowed deep when he heard the news. His smile wasn't quite so big as it had been, but his dick was still just as hard.
"What party?" was all he said.
"All in good time. All in good time." I started the car and we drove in silence to the restaurant. I put my arm around him when we were about a block away from his house. He responded by nestling his head on my shoulder. I was so happy. And so fucking horny. I don't know how I kept from whipping out my hard, straining cock right then and there and fucking him until I could fuck no more.
Instead, we drove to the restaurant and headed inside. "A reservation for two at 7:15," I said, giving my last name . . . and Billy's.
The waiter showed us to our table. The one I had asked for when I checked the place out the evening before. Toward the back. Not too close to other tables. The light a little dimmer there.
We sat across from each other and stared into one another's eyes. After a moment, I started to laugh a little.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"In my mind, while my eyes are staring into yours . . . and, in case I haven't told you, you have beautiful eyes . . . my cock is staring at your cock under the table . . . and, in case I haven't told you, you have a beautiful cock. That's what made me laugh . . . you."
We talked almost non-stop through our meal, completely oblivious to the restaurant and other diners around us. We were like two old friends catching up with each other. Some of what we said was poignant and important. Some was silly shit. Some was meant to be erotic.
But the overall result was that I was relaxing for the first time in days. As dessert was being served I realized my perpetual hard-on had finally taken a break. I wasn't worried. I knew it would be back on the job any minute.
I had turned away all Billy's questions about the party. Instead we focused on us. Even on Jess. Billy explained how he planned to make time and space for both of us. For all of us. He was excited about it. Without having to devote any time to a girlfriend, he was sure he could make more than enough time for his boyfriend. That was me.
Finally it was time for me to pay the check and for us to go. "Am I dressed OK for the party?" he asked.
"Just fine, particularly if you're still sporting that magnificent boner you were showing everyone when we walked in this place," I said.
"If you want it, you got it," he said and he reached over and squeezed my thigh.
We both left the restaurant with our hard-ons so big, so obvious that no one could miss them. I saw our waiter staring at our crotches when we stood up. The waiter was about our age and cute. I looked straight at him and gave him a wink. He returned it with a thumbs up gesture with one hand while groping himself with the other. He appeared to be sporting some pretty nice wood himself.
In the car Billy was non-stop questions as I drove. "Will I know anyone there?"
"You'll know everyone."
"Do they know about us?"
"All they need to know."
And so it went until I pulled into Mike's apartment complex and parked in his reserved space.
"This is it," I said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "Just sit tight. I'm going to go check to see that everything's cool before we go in. I'll be right back. And don't touch yourself while I'm gone."
I flashed him my best smile.
"You either, boyfriend," he said, staring at my crotch. "I'll be waiting as long as it takes."
To Be Continued . . .
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