The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 12 From Justin's viewpoint
Billy and I stood nestled in the shower. Our warm, wet bodies pressed together. My aching cock held lovingly in his gentle hand. I knew I needed to tell him everything before this went any further.
I had several different motives for not getting each other off right then and there. I'm not proud of some of those reasons. But they were what they were.
One of the simplest reasons came to me first. I knew Billy and if Billy was turned on and wanted to have sex, he'd agree to most anything to get it. So I left him turned on. All boned up. Unsatisfied. I figured that by leaving him standing in the shower with his big old hard-on, I'd at least have his attention when I told him we needed to talk. With Billy all horned up, I figured I would have his mind focused on me . . . in a way.
OK, so it was a stupid idea. But it might work. It might create a better starting place than having him just reject me outright when I told him about Joe.
The second part of it was that if we didn't get off now, I would still have that . . . Shit! This sounds really bad. Doesn't it?
The main thing was, I just needed to get it over with. Somewhere in my mind it seemed like it would be so great when this was all behind us. I imagined that after I'd told him everything, we would just let ourselves go wild on each other. Like we hadn't done often enough for so long. I could imagine the relief of not keeping my secrets in any longer. It was as though in exposing my secrets I was exposing myself. Like ripping my clothes off.
It all sounds so stupid and vague telling it this way. But that's what was going through my mind, even if it doesn't make much sense.
So with all kinds of thoughts and ideas spinning me this way and that, I asked Billy to sit down with me on the sofa to talk. Sitting there, facing him, I suddenly realized he wasn't focused on me. Or on getting off. Or any of that. He was terrified. I didn't know exactly why, but I could see he was really scared of what was about to happen.
"I'm sorry for what I have to tell you," I began and then paused. I could tell right away that I hadn't put Billy at ease with that. "I'm sorry if this hurts you. I never meant to. Things just happened. And, if I don't tell you about them now, it's only going to get harder."
Billy's expression went blank. His face turned pale. White. He looked sick.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
He gave no response at first, but finally he nodded yes. That he was OK. So I continued.
"You've heard me talk about Professor Allen?" I said. It wasn't meant as a real question. I hadn't really planned how to start this. The words were just coming out. Billy nodded again.
"Well, I haven't been completely honest with you about him."
The expression on Billy's face started to change. It went from his blank, stunned expression to one that I thought was more . . . as best I can remember it was sort of puzzlement and disbelief.
"I think this is going to be easier if you just let me tell you what happened and then I'll answer any question you want. But I'm afraid if you interrupt me, I'll never be able to finish. And I so need to finish with this. OK?"
Billy nodded again and I launched into everything that had happened, starting with that first Sunday morning when Professor Allen caught me with my hard-on in the entryway.
I was amazed that Billy never once interrupted, but as my story unfolded, he became almost entranced. Like a little kid being told a fairytale. He seemed almost . . . just so into it as I talked.
I didn't leave anything out. Starting with running into Professor Allen in the lobby at school that Sunday morning as I was groping my obvious hard-on through my jeans.
Billy seemed almost amused, even titillated, as I told him how I had on several occasions gotten off with my professor. Only once did he interrupt and that was to ask, "Do you like him? Are you in love with him?"
"No! No, I don't love him. Not even close. I mean, he's got a really hot body and, I hate to say this but I have to be completely honest, the guy can really turn me on. For an old guy, he can be really sexy. And until today, I thought I wanted to be his friend. To be completely honest with you, maybe more than a friend. But I don't love him. I never did. You have to believe that."
Billy just nodded his acceptance. Then he asked me about Phil. Had we been messing around?
I told him truthfully that we hadn't. At least nothing he hadn't seen with his own two eyes. But I was honest with Billy. Completely honest at last. I told him that my body had so wanted to do more with Phil. Told him that maybe it was Phil or just the lack of opportunity, but nothing more had happened. I couldn't say I hadn't wanted it to happen. I'd wanted it really bad. Phil had a strong pull on me and I explained it to Billy as best I could. "But nothing happened. I promise you. Nothing happened."
The story . . . my story, which I had thought would take so long to tell, flowed out quickly after that, and to my surprise it was rather easy.
My mouth was dry and my mind exhausted as I told Billy the final bits about how that very morning I had finally told Joe . . . Professor Allen . . . No! No sex! No more!
And I told Billy how I was pretty sure that as a result I would end up with nothing. "But better that I end up with nothing than losing you. The one thing I have come to realize is that you are more important to me than any of that. I just hope that you can forgive me for not being honest with you from the beginning," I said.
"Why didn't you tell me all this before?" Billy asked. He didn't seem angry. He just seemed curious.
"Things were already difficult between us. I guess it was sort of because I wanted . . . you know, to change our rules. To have a more open relationship. And when you said no to that, I'd said I'd go along with you. I didn't want to, but I agreed to abide by the rules you wanted.
"I know not keeping my word . . . What I did was wrong. But I was afraid that after what I had said about redefining our rules that if you knew what was happening you would think I was just saying all of that because of Professor Allen. Or maybe because of Phil. I don't really know for sure. But I thought, you know, that you would think I just wanted to have sex with them.
This was getting to be a hodge-podge of ideas. I was getting more confused trying to explain why I had and hadn't done certain things. I guess I probably didn't know the right answers. I probably still don't.
"But now I see that I can live with whatever rules you want," I said, trying to bring some clarity, some finality, to what I was saying. "I can be completely content with just the two of us, if you can forgive me. Can you forgive me?" I asked, a pleading but hopeful tone in my voice.
Billy sat silently for a moment and then asked, "So you were really into your professor? I thought it was probably Phil." He looked so thoughtful and maybe a little confused as he said it.
Pain shot straight to my heart. He had known. Maybe not what was actually happening, but that something was happening. And it must have hurt him. "I'm sorry," I said. I don't think I had ever meant those words more in my life.
"So you told the professor guy no? You gave up all of that just because he wanted you to give him a handjob or something?" Billy said. I could see his mind struggling to understand.
"No, I gave it up because I had told you that I wouldn't do stuff with other guys unless we agreed. And we hadn't agreed. I hadn't even told you about him. I was cheating on you and I didn't want to do that anymore. Not ever again," I said, explaining something I didn't think needed explaining.
"That doesn't make any sense. It was just a . . . He didn't want to fuck you or anything. Did he?" Billy asked.
"No," I said, puzzled by his reaction. "Not today," I added, thinking Billy maybe didn't understand just what Professor Allen might ask me to do. Or, I thought, ask Billy and me to do if I agreed to be his special student. If I didn't cut him off before his demands became more demanding, he might want a lot more from us.
"So he didn't tell you that you weren't getting the deal from him, right?" Billy asked.
It was my turn to answer a question with no more than a silent nod.
"So there's still a chance you could get it?" Billy asked. His mood seemed to improve even as he asked.
"I don't really think so. I just think he didn't have time to deal with it today," I said. And that's exactly what I thought.
"But what if you told him that I was OK with it and wanted to meet him and go to his dinner or whatever?" Billy said. Excitement seemed to be growing within him.
"Maybe. I don't know," I said. "But would it really be OK with you if I had jerked him off? Or maybe even had to suck him off? Let him cum in my mouth this morning?"
"Well, I mean it would have been worse if you had sucked him off and I didn't know anything about all this stuff. But if I had known, then I think . . . Wait a minute! Let me get this straight. Don't you want what it is he can do for you? He could change your whole fucking life.
"You don't have to let him fuck you or whatever. It's not like he wants you to do anything you haven't done with other guys before. I mean we've both sucked and been sucked by a lot of guys. I mean, if we talked about it and had some rules and stuff and both agreed like you said . . ." Billy let that thought hang unfinished.
"Look at Todd and Phil. They do it and it works for them. I think Kyle and Trent play a lot looser than that," Billy said, his enthusiasm still building.
This was completely backward from where I thought this conversation would be. It had never occurred to me that Billy would think I'd made the wrong decision. He wasn't mad at all. Not hurt. Nothing.
"Why doesn't this bother you?" I finally asked him.
"Well, it does bother me that you haven't said anything to me all this time. And I'm not very happy that you said you'd follow our rules when you knew that you weren't, but still . . ."
"It's sort of like being a prostitute," I finally said, giving voice for the first time to the thing that had troubled me most about Joe's deal all along.
"No, it isn't. Look, girls give guys blowjobs all the time just so that they'll take them out to dinner and stuff. Is that being a prostitute? But if a guy does it to a guy, then all of a sudden it's different.
"I think we need to talk about this and at least let your professor guy know that you're still interested and that this morning was just a misunderstanding. I don't want you to give up such a great opportunity just because . . ." Billy paused and shrugged his shoulders.
Then he added, "Hey, if you don't want to jerk him off, fine. Then just give it up. Walk away from a life of luxury. But I want you to know I'm completely behind you whatever you decide. I mean that. If all the fucking guy wants is a blowjob, I can give it to him. Then you're clear. As long as we can be honest and open with each other. We just have to tell each other. OK?"
I was blown away by how this had all gone down. I should have felt relieved . . . and I was, in a way, I guess. But something in Billy's response left me uncertain. But then I thought about Professor Allen and all he could do for me . . . for us . . . and I had to admit that I thought Billy was right. I just hadn't expected it to end this way.
My mind became completely consumed thinking back over the conversation Billy and I had just had. I was trying to remember exact words and phrases when . . . I was completely taken by surprise.
I felt Billy's lips brushing mine. I was sitting on the sofa and he was leaning over me. His head turned to the side so our heads didn't bump. His soft lips gently touching mine.
He pulled back slightly and smiled at me. I could see the uncertainty as he tried to look confident and self-assured. But I knew Billy too well. He was far from certain. Far from confident. He was trying to tell me that everything was OK. This was classic Billy.
I reached out with one hand and pulled his face back to mine. We kissed deeply. Our tongues tangling. Probing. Darting in and out.
Billy opened his mouth wider and wider as though to consume me whole. I returned his advances and started to make some of my own.
I turned my body so I could lie down, stretched out on the sofa. As I moved, I held Billy's face to mine. Our sloppy, probing kiss continued.
I lay back and pulled Billy down on top of me. Our kiss was broken, but we were locked in an embrace. His body stretched out full length on mine. Billy gave a probing thrust with his hips. Paused. Raised his head. Looked down at me with a quizzical look. He was so funny.
I knew the answer he was looking for and started to rub my crotch against his in response. He got the biggest grin on his face.
As we continued rubbing our hardening cocks against each other, our hands went to work removing each other's shirts. Working at buttons. Finally getting completely naked.
We managed it all in such a way that we ended up where we had begun. Billy stretched atop me on the sofa. Only now we were both naked and hard and so completely into each other.
Our hands roamed as freely as possible across each other's bodies. Billy's strong hands running across my chest. Tweaking my nipples. His mouth nuzzling my armpits. His tongue licking my neck. Probing my ear.
All the while, I was massaging his ass. Probing his hole with my fingers. Toying with his nuts. And driving him close to cumming.
I have no idea how long this went on. I wasn't into time. I was into us. Into Billy. Into what I just knew was going to be the most amazing cum I'd had in months.
As I worked a second finger up Billy's willing asshole, I could tell he was getting close. Too close. I eased one finger out and then the other. With both hands I gently but firmly pushed him back so he was now sitting over me. On me. Straddling me. His tight ball sac resting on mine. The base of our cocks just touching.
"Is everything OK?" he asked.
"Sure. It perfect," I purred in response.
My cock was twitching and bouncing up and down. Missing the friction it had just been enjoying. Leaking more pre-cum than we had any need for.
Billy watched it for a moment. Fascinated by it in the same way I remembered him being fascinated by sex during those first times we explored each other's bodies. Just as he had enjoyed it before he even suspected he was gay. Just as he had when I first realized I was falling for him.
He reached down and started to slowly stroke my aching cock with his fingertips. Oh my god, I had taught him well.
He lazily moved his hand up and down, letting his fingers graze the underside of my cock. It kept twitching and leaking at the sensation. My cock was screaming out for him to wrap his warm fingers around it. Stroke it. Suck it. Take it up his hot ass. I was going crazy with needs and wants and lust for him.
Billy was smiling contentedly. I raised my head enough to see his hard cock. It was absolutely rigid hard. Jutting up. Touching his abs. Leaking pre-cum that was flowing down into his curly pubes. Probably down into mine, too. But I couldn't see it.
Even as I thought those thoughts and saw his hard cock, I realized I could feel his pre-cum flowing down around my nuts. Oh, god, this was heaven!
Billy winked at me and reached his index finger out to the tip of my cock. He swirled that finger in my flowing pre-cum. As he lifted his finger from my cocklips, my cock rose up as if to follow it. As if it didn't want the touch to end. A strand of my pre-cum still linking the two. His finger. My cock.
Billy began to run that single slippery finger up and down the full length of my steal-hard rod. Ran that fingertip right to my nuts. Following the seam along its sensitive underside. From time to time Billy would renew his supply of my pre-jizz and go at it again.
I realized soon enough that each time he got more pre-cum, his strokes along my shaft became shorter. The time spent toying with that tangle of nerve endings at the base of my cockhead was growing longer. More intense. For me that spot is the most sensitive on my body. And Billy damn well knew what to do with it.
Finally he took the scarred bit of loose flesh, flesh that holds so much pleasure for me, between two of his fingers. He was rolling it back and forth, sending a flood of sensations to my cock. To my brain. To every lust center in my body.
My cock twitched wildly as he continued that crazy sexy massage.
I bucked up. My hips thrusting. I twisted from side to side. The sensations so intense. My toes curled. My gut went tight. My brain was overwhelmed with needs. Cum! I just had to cum and I knew I couldn't stop from cumming now. And just as I was at that point where any touch, any movement, even a gentle breeze on my cock would have sent me over the edge . . .
Billy stopped. My cock ached. My nuts ached. My brains ached. All in need of relief now! I needed to cum.
I tried to reach out to get myself off. Billy blocked me. Stopped me. But his smile told me not to worry. Unfortunately, his smile didn't stop the need. My need. I had to cum so bad.
"I love you," he said as he stared into my eyes. Then he ran his finger one more time from the base of my shaft upwards. His finger, slowly, gently moving closer to my pleasure spot. I'd thought I couldn't get any closer to cumming. He moved so slowly. So tenderly. So maddeningly. Oh, so sexy.
The second he reached the base of my cockhead, my cock stiffened, pushing harder against his finger. It twitched. And that was all I needed. A stream of cum shot from my cock and splattered my face just below my right eye.
"You love me, too," Billy said, as though my orgasm was the proof he needed. The only proof. That was my Billy.
He leaned toward me for what I thought was going to be a kiss. Instead he lapped at my cum and then shared it in a deep, warm, wet kiss. With that I shot another load and another. Splashing on Billy's chest. His chin. Cumming again and again. Making an incredible mess between us as our kiss continued.
I could feel Billy rubbing his hard cock against mine, even as I continued to spasm and cum. Then I felt Billy tense and his cum began to flow all over my cock and abs. So much cum now between the two of us.
Billy moved his chest back and forth, sliding on my cum-covered chest. He worked his cock back and forth through my cum-drenched pubes. Jousting with my own still hard cock.
We played in our cum like two kids in a bath. Kissing and writhing and staying hard, even as the post-orgasmic sensations screamed out for an end to all the play.
Finally he let his full weight collapse onto me and then slid off to the side. We kissed once again and he rested his head on my shoulder.
I had never imagined our talk would end like this.
To Be Continued . . .
AURHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter. As you can see, a big step forward has been taken. Justin and Billy aren't home free yet, but stay tuned and you'll see how they navigate these tricky issues. Leave a message to let me know what you thought. I'll be back soon as Billy tries to explain to Justin just what he's been keeping secret.
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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