Chapter 21 From Jess' viewpoint
Saturday night, while Billy was on his big date with Justin, I went to a party at a friend's house. I felt odd going alone. You know, not going with Billy. Or Ellie.
When I had called Ellie to break up with her, I had expected a lot of screaming and yelling and crying. Instead, she said she thought it was best. Things didn't seem to be going anywhere for us. She was glad I'd just gone ahead and told her it was over instead of cheating on her and dragging things out. She acted like I'd told her I couldn't help her with her homework, or something like that. It hurt that she didn't seem to care more. But it did make it easier.
Anyway, I went to this party alone. Mostly swim team guys and some other jocks and their girlfriends. It was a good enough party. No booze. Some kids were doing bowls in the basement. I never do any kind of shit like that, but for some reason that night nothing was the way it always had been. I hung out in the basement for a little while. The next thing I knew, I was a little buzzed.
After that, people seemed to be avoiding me, or brushing me off. At first I thought it was just me, but then I started to think there was something more to it. I kept ending up standing by myself. Maybe it was because I was a single guy and everyone else had a date. If that's what it was, I wasn't going to another party without a date.
I was about to leave, when a girl I hardly knew came up and asked, "Are you doing OK?" She gave me a funny look and then added, "You know, with Billy and everything and stuff." Like that explained what she meant. I was starting to wonder what I'd been smoking.
"Sure," I said. "It's just odd not being here with a date."
"Yea," she said and wandered off.
Not long after that, I went home. I didn't know it yet, but it was going to be one screwed-up night.
My folks were still up and a little surprised to see me home so early. They asked where Billy was. I pretty much ignored their question and went up to my room. I checked for messages, but there was nothing much.
Before too long I found myself sitting at the foot of my bed in just my shirt. I was slowly stroking my cock, which was hard and warm and familiar in my hand. Between the buzz in my head from the pot and the buzz in my cock from edging, life seemed OK.
Even if I was alone, I was really enjoying just lazily stroking my cock. It looked so big to me that night. If a bowl or two made jacking my meat feel this good, I should do it more often. I just loved teasing my cock with my hand action. Getting right up to the edge of cumming and then backing off. My cock felt long and smooth as my hand glided up and down the entire length.
How long had I been sitting there jacking my meat? I didn't have a clue. My mind wandered back to the times when Billy and I would sit right there side by side, each stroking our dicks until our cum poured out. How many times had we done that? How many times had we smiled at each other as our freshly spewed cum, warm and squishy, ran down around our balls while we watched each other? Enjoying what it felt like to cum.
I was edging and I was getting close. Too close. I had probably been edging for quite a while, but time had been completely lost to me. Then there was a gentle tap on my door. My mother's tap. And my mother's voice calling my name.
I panicked at first, but realized quickly that the door was locked. I stayed completely quiet. Not moving. Even though my cock desperately wanted my hand to stroke it off. I don't think I was even breathing. Then I heard her footsteps heading away down the hall.
My gut was tight as a knot. That knock. It was just like that knock years ago . . .
This memory again. When Billy had taken my swollen cock in his hand and stroked me off. How hard I had cum that afternoon. It wasn't a girlfriend who ended those days of cumming together side by side. It wasn't the end of a phase. It was that knock on the door that afternoon that ended our years of jerking off side by side. Once, just once, Billy had jacked me off. One time. True or not, my mind said that was what had happened. I had buried it for years, perhaps. But now I knew, or I thought I knew.
All of these crazy thoughts were roiling in my brain, mixed with vivid images of Billy fucking Justin. His cock plunging in and out of Justin's tight butt. My imagination was fueled by the real life image of what I had seen in Billy's room not too many days before. I had no problem imagining it clearly. Right down to the bulging vein in Billy cock as it glided in and out of Justin's ass. Justin's sphincter wrapped tight around Billy's slick cock. Justin jacking his own amazing nine-inch meat. Pre-cum dribbling . . . Imagination and memory were a maddening mix I could hardly sort out.
My computer beeped. A message. A welcome interruption before I drove myself crazy with these wild thoughts that night.
I tapped a key and the message popped up. It was from Ted, a good friend on the swim team. The subject line caught my attention immediately: "ABOUT BILLY!"
The message read: after u left party word spread billy is gay. maybe u 2! call me. t
It was late, but Ted had just sent it and included his cell number, which I already knew. I called. Ted said not long after I left the party, suddenly everyone was talking about Billy and asking if it could be true that he was gay.
From what Ted had heard, it sounded like maybe Kate was so furious with Billy for breaking up with him that she'd started the rumor.
I don't think Kate knew shit about Billy and Justin. Or even Billy and me. But maybe she could guess. It didn't matter. The damage was done. Everyone was talking about it. That's all that mattered.
Ted said that the rumor, as he heard it, was that Billy was gay and broke up with Kate because she finally wanted to do "it" . . . and discovered that Billy couldn't, at least not with girls. Apparently no one was saying anything specific about me, but Ted said my name kept "coming up." Ted said everyone knew that the same day Billy broke up with Kate, I broke up with Ellie. And we'd been best friends for years. You do the math.
Fuck me!
I got off the phone with Ted as fast as I could and started calling Billy. I tried his home first and realized as his dad answered the phone that his parents thought he was with me. I just hung up without saying anything. I called his cell. No answer. I emailed him. No reply. I waited and stewed and fretted and called again. No answer. He must still be out with Justin. No telling when he'd get home. Billy must have turned his phone off so he and Justin could fuck or whatever undisturbed.
I finally sucked myself off in an effort to calm myself down. I figured it was the only way I could get some sleep. Besides, my nuts were so worked up from edging all night, I thought they were gonna bust. As I finally drifted off, I wished that I'd never checked that message. What a mess!
I awoke early and decided to try Billy's phone again. No answer. Then I realized I had Justin's cell number, too. I rang that. No answer. I tried Billy's again and just as I was ready to hang up, Billy answered.
"What the fuck do you want? Can't you just leave us alone. I spent all fucking week with you. All I want is a little time with my boyfriend. Undisturbed time. Keep this up and you can count me as history. Leave us alone. I'll talk to you Mon . . ."
"We've been outed," I shouted into the phone.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"You've been outed," I corrected myself.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" The conversation that followed was really unpleasant in so many ways. Billy kept asking me questions I couldn't answer. I hadn't thought to ask Ted much of anything. Most important of all, I didn't know how anyone had reacted. Were the guys ready to kick him off the team? Beat the shit out of him? Act like it was cool? Fat chance!
Why hadn't I taken a few minutes to see what people were saying? Why hadn't I told Billy yet that I was as good as outed, too?
There was so much other stuff I wanted to talk to Billy about. But I dared not. Not with the shit that had just hit. In my mind I wanted to ask questions like, did you two make love? Was it good? Stuff like that. I was struggling not to think about it. And I wanted to ask, do you remember the night you jacked me off and then my mother came in? Of course, I didn't ask that either.
I couldn't ask. Not about any of that. All the things that really mattered to me had been pushed to the background.
Billy and I talked for a while. He asked questions. I said I didn't know. Then Justin came on the phone and asked questions. I couldn't answer his either.
Finally they said I should come over to Justin's that afternoon and we'd talk some more.
I hung up and then went in the bathroom and threw up.
Being outed is such shit.
To Be Continued . . .
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