AUTHOR'S NOTE: The upcoming discussion between Billy and Justin has been very difficult for me to capture. The two do not always agree on who did or said what to whom, or even when. So you will notice that there are clear contradictions from one chapter to the next. I am aware of that and can only hope that when it is laid out this way, perhaps the two of them will remember it more clearly. And perhaps share that with us.
To help you deal with these contradictions, I have shortened the amount of material in each chapter. That will allow me to switch from one viewpoint to the other faster.
I hope you enjoy reading this. It's been a real challenge for the three of us to pull it all together. Let us know what you think.
The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 10 From Justin's viewpoint
When I got home from Joe's place, I was surprised to find Billy wasn't home. Of course, I was relieved not to have to face him right away, but I couldn't figure out where he could be. He didn't have a car and I had seen his bike chained beside the house.
At least that blond kid was gone. As cute as he was, I could tell that kid was trouble. The last thing Billy and I needed was more trouble. I could only hope that Billy and Tom hadn't gone somewhere together.
I really want to get this conversation with Billy over with so that we could start putting all that had happened behind us. But if he wasn't there, I didn't really have any choice. There was nothing to do but wait for Billy to come home.
I had a pretty good idea what I was going to say to him. Telling the truth takes a lot less planning than lying does. I was surprised how accepting that idea had reduced my level of anxiety. I was still plenty tense. But there was a sense of calm somewhere under my turmoil, even though I knew that Billy wasn't going to like what I was going to say. At least not the part about Joe . . . Professor Allen.
Telling Billy about Joe was probably the most important part of what I had to get straight between us. That and the fact that I was willing to live by the rules as Billy wanted them to be. Those were the important points.
The fact that I was willing to live by Billy's rules would be a lot easier for Billy to hear. But nothing was as important as unburdening myself . . . unburdening us . . . of the lies. The lack of openness and honesty. I knew I could do this. I had to do it. I'd already sacrificed everything else.
Things could and would be different now. Better. More like they always had been. I guess it had turned out that Billy was right all along.
The words I was going to say had kept running through my head since I'd left Joe's place. They were driving me kinda crazy by then. I needed a break from all this tension. I needed to keep busy. Think of something else.
I looked around for a note from Billy, but didn't see one. Neither one of us was very good about letting the other know where we'd gone out or when or whatever. To keep my mind doing something other than thinking about what I was going to say and fearing how Billy would react, I started cleaning up a little. At least it kept me busy.
Beside our bed I found a pair of sheer mesh underwear. I wasn't sure, but I thought they were probably the same one's Billy had gotten as a gift at the party H.R. threw for us. I didn't think he'd ever worn them before.
When I picked them up, I realized that, even as thin as the fabric was, it felt stiff, almost brittle. I knew that feel. Dried cum!
I couldn't resist smelling them. There was only a feint smell but it was Billy's cum. I was pretty sure of it. Better in his underwear than in some other guy's mouth or ass. I tossed them in the hamper. I wasn't gonna even think about how I felt about Billy getting his rocks off in his pants in some club. This wasn't the time to judge Billy. This was about me! I was going to be the one on trial here.
Then I picked up Billy's shorts. Only when I looked at them, they weren't Billy's shorts. They must be Tom's. They were too small for Billy. And, shit, they were cum stained all over. Front. Back. . . . I tossed them in the hamper trying not to think. Not to get upset.
Then I saw Billy's shorts and, without even looking at them, tossed them in the hamper, too.
I stripped the stinking sheets off our bed. At least I didn't find cum stains there. At least not new ones. Into the hamper with the rest of this crap.
I was getting upset. I needed to calm down. Billy could be home at any moment and I needed to get back to where I'd been. Back to that point where I knew I could tell him and make him understand. Do it in a way that he would stay with me.
We could work this out. I knew we could.
I decided what I really needed was a shower to relax. I really needed to relax.
I started the water running, took my clothes off and dropped them in the hamper. Unwanted images flashed in my brain as I thought of my clothes now tangled with Billy's and Tom's cum-covered clothes. It was erotic, but not what I wanted to be thinking about.
As I walked toward the shower, steam billowed above the fogged glass door. I was conscious of my cock swinging free between my legs. It had that sense of weight to it that it always had when it was starting to get hard. I loved that feel. Every movement was like jerking off.
I stepped into the shower and looked down. My cock was long and semi-hard. Not quite standing out at a right angle. I flexed my muscles and watched it jerk up and down. Still lengthening. Still getting thicker.
I took it in my right hand and stepped into the warm water. The water hit on my cockhead and shaft giving me an extra stimulant. It was almost too much. The steady beat of the water on my cock as it grew in my hand.
I had discovered this intense pleasure early in life. I must have been about 12 when I first came while the water massaged my cock. My cock reacted to all the memories. I loved the sensation of my cock lengthening. Coming fully to life. It's heat in my hand. It's firmness. Like a living creature with a mind and will of its own. Like a friend.
My right hand gently held my cock in the shower's spray. Keeping it from being knocked around as I enjoyed the massaging water drumming against it. As I watched it grow, I moved the palm and fingers of my opened hand back and forth creating friction on the underside of my cock.
As my fingers brushed against my cockhead, I could feel a surge of sensations shoot from that sensitive point just where cockhead and shaft meet. Like an electric pulse to my nuts. A bulletin to my brain. A surge of testosterone through my body.
I tightened and flexed my chest and abs. Twisted my shoulders to stretch them. Arched my back. Raised up on my toes. My body was completely alive! God, how I loved these feelings.
I took the soap from the dish and lathered under my arms. My chest. Deep into my ass crack. I loved the feel of my own hands caressing my body. Exploring its pleasures in the warmth of the shower's firm spray.
I turned my face away from the showerhead and leaned against the far wall. My forehead the only support I needed as warm water cascaded down my back. Washing away the tensions that had been tying me in knots before I stepped into this Eden of sexual release.
My hands both free, I began to gently tug at my nuts as I slowly stroked my now completely hard cock. It couldn't get harder, I thought. If it did, the very flesh that encased my cock would rip asunder. Even now I could see how the flesh strained. Pulled tight across my cock's girth. My cockhead shining purple with pleasure. Gorged with blood.
I closed my eyes and let myself drift into a dream-like world where my hands would caress me forever. No need to cum. This was pleasure enough. Ah, but my mind and body wanted more. Hands for my nuts. Hands for my cock. Hands for my chest and nips. Hands for my ass.
My mind created all those hands brushing over my body and my own hands moved slowly and gently doing the best they could to fulfill the dream. If only I could suck myself, I thought. And my mind made that possible, too, as I imagined bending down in the cascading water, taking my own cock in my warm, waiting, welcoming mouth.
My tongue could play against the top of my hard cockhead, while the sensitive underside was stroked by the little ridges in the roof of my mouth.
I was lost. Lost in a dream of erotic pleasures and warm relaxation. I'd just go on doing this until . . .
I heard the bathroom doorknob turn. The sound of the door sweeping across the carpet as it opened.
I didn't move. Didn't look. Didn't stop what I was doing. I knew it was Billy. I needed to face him, but he'd have to wait. I wasn't leaving this. Not now. Later. Later would be soon enough to talk. My mind drifted back to that place it had been, even as I heard Billy's hard stream in the toilet.
Instinctively I tensed for a moment, fearing he'd flush. But instead I felt a rush of cool air as the shower door opened.
Billy stepped in behind me, blocking the flow of the shower on my shoulders.
He wrapped his arms around me. Holding me tight and pressed his face up beside mine. His flaccid cock was pressed against my ass cheeks. He had stepped into my dream-like world and my mind accepted him. I could only hope that when this day was over, he would accept me too.
Without thinking I said, "I love you." My voice just loud enough that he could hear me over the sound of the water. "I love you so much."
He didn't say anything. He just took my hard cock in his wet hand and held it. Held it just as I had held it. He began to stroke it slowly. Lovingly. Like I had taught him to do when we were still just getting to know each other. Just starting to fall in love.
And for the first time all day I really believed that just maybe everything would be OK.
To be continued . . .
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This is the second book in the "I Thought I Knew" series. It is not necessary to read the books in order, although Book 1 chronologically precedes this book. It can be found under the title "I Thought I Knew" in the High School section. /nifty/gay/highschool/i-thought-i-knew/
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