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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