Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2006 05:17:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 2 Copyrighted 2006: This story is protected under US copyright law. No part of it may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wrong Number Chapter Two - The Second Call! A couple minutes after I'd hung up the phone, I was back at my chores. Before phone had rung, I'd been trying to repair a favorite desk lamp of mine that kept flickering. I'd determined it needed a new socket and was replacing it. Now, just as I was trying to screw one of the electrical wires to the new socket, the phone rang again! "God Dammit!" I muttered, setting the lamp and screwdriver down. I stepped over to the counter again, and read the caller ID box. It read 'Unavailable' again. Furrowing my brow, I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello?" There was silence for a moment, then the boy's voice came over the line. "Um... I just wanted to apologize for calling you before. Um... I dialed the wrong number," he said. "I figured that," I said. "Um... when I pressed redial just now, I saw that I'd dialed the last number wrong. I was trying to get a friend back, who I'd accidentally hung up on, and because I hurried, I must've hit the wrong button and got you instead. I'm sorry." he said. "OK. It's OK," I said. "I'm sorry for just hanging up at the end and not saying I was sorry too," he said. Smiling I chuckled and said, "Relax, it's OK. I realize you dialed the wrong number, and I get you thought I was your friend, otherwise, you wouldn't have said the things you said to me." "I wouldn't have crapped in front of you while you were on the phone either," he said, mournfully. I chuckled again and said, "Yeah, I expect you wouldn't, but listen, don't worry about it. Everyone has to crap every so often." "Yeah, but usually they don't do it while they're on the phone! At least not with a stranger!" he said. Laughing, I said, "True. So... maybe in the future, you shouldn't talk on the phone to anybody, while you're 'indisposed' that way!" The boy chuckled himself then and said, "'Indisposed' - I like that. My mom says that sometimes about when she's on the John too!" He made his voice higher to immitate a woman then and said "I'll be out in a minute honey! I'm 'indisposed' at the moment!" I laughed and said "You really shouldn't make fun of your mother like that!" "I know," he said. I smiled to myself, but didn't know what else to say. After a momentary lapse in the conversation, the boy suddenly said in a cautious tone, "Um... can I ask you something?" "Sure," I said. "Um... well... do you know who I am?" he asked, sounding a little fearful. "How would I know who you are?" I asked. "Um... well... I thought if you had 'caller ID' you might," he said, sounding uncomfortable. I chuckled and said, "Well, I do, but you rang through as 'unavailable', so stop worrying - I don't know who you are!" I heard the boy let out his breath, and imagined him smiling as he said in a much more relieved tone, "Thanks." "Guess you were worried I'd know your parents and tell them about you and Chris, eh?" I said. There was a pregnant pause, while he must've thought about what to say. "Well..." he said, finally. "You must live near me. The first three digits of your phone number are the same as mine, so... yeah - I was kinda worried." "Well, don't be," I said. "Even if I did know who you are, I wouldn't rat you out to your parents for what you and Chris are up to." "You wouldn't?" he asked, sounding surprised. "No!" I chuckled. "That's your business! Not their's!" "Wow!" he said, sounding really surprised. "um... let me ask you something though," I said, suddenly wishing I hadn't sounded concerned at all about his activities. I really had no idea if he was in a safe situation or not, and didn't want to promote a non-safe practice. "How old are you?" After a minor hesitation, he replied, "How old do you think I am?" "Oh come on!" I said. "I don't know who you are. So how old you are isn't going to change anything. I just want to know, so I can figure out how to talk to you about this." "Um... well... 14..." he said. Then after a moment, he added, "Well... I will be in a few months at least." "So you're 13?" I asked. "Uh, yeah," he admitted, sounding a little guilty. "How old's this Chris?" I asked. "Why?" he asked. "Because you thought I was him, and my voice is deeper than your's, so I figure he's older than you, like I am," I replied. "Well... how old are you?" he asked. "I asked you first! So how old is Chris?" I said. There was a moment of silence, then he said, "What's his age matter?" "I don't know until I know the answer," I said. Silence again for a moment, then he finally said, "He's a little older than me." "I figured that out already. How much older is he?" I asked, wondering if Chris was an adult. "He's 17," The boy said finally. "Really?" I asked. "Are you telling the truth this time?" "Yes!" he said defensively. "He's gonna be a senior this year, and I'm gonna be a freshman!" "OK," I said. "I see." "Why did you want to know?" he asked. "Well..." I said. "I was wondering - do you like doing things with Chris, or is he making you do things you don't want to do?" "Like what?" the boy asked, hedging. "Like does he force you to have sex with him?" I asked. "NO!" the boy cried. "OK," I said. "Relax. I'm just concerned. From the way you were talking, it sounded to me, like he gets to have all of the fun when you have sex. I was just wondering if he was making you do it, or if you really wanted to be with him." "I-I like it," he said, cautiously and defensively. "So... you mentioned earlier that you thought he wanted to fuck you. Does he do that a lot?" I asked. There was another short pause, then he replied, "sometimes." "Does he let you fuck him too?" I asked. There was a longer pause. "Well?" I asked, after a minute. "Does he let you put your dick up him too of not?" Silence yet for a couple of seconds. "Um.... no," he said finally, but then he quickly added "But... it's OK - I like being a 'bottom'!" "Have you ever tried being a 'top'?" I asked, a little surprised he knew the terms 'top' and 'bottom' at his age. "Um... not really," he said. "Would you like to try?" I asked. "Why? You offering to let me?" he asked in a devilish tone, and I could just picture his saucy grin. "No," I said, smiling to myself. "I was wondering if you wanted to try 'topping', but Chris wouldn't let you." "Well," he said, sounding serious again. "I suppose I'd like to try it someday, but... I hadn't really thought much about it. Chris is always on top!" "You mentioned blow jobs too. You said you'd blow him. Does he suck on you too?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. His tone didn't sound confident though. "Let me guess," I said. "He won't let you cum in his mouth, but when you're sucking him, he makes you swallow his, right?" "How'd you know that?" he cried, suddenly sound frantic. "You DO know me? Don't you????" "No!" I cried, realizing I'd frightened him. "I promise! I don't know you! I just can tell what this Chris character is like! I got the idea from what you said earlier that he gets all the fun, and more or less uses you!" "Well, it's not like that! Really!" he nearly whined. "He sucks me nice, and when I tell him I'm gonna shoot, or he starts to taste my pre-jizz, he backs off and jacks me til I'm done! It feels great!" "Well, I'm sure it does, but, he won't swallow your's, but he makes you drink his?" I persisted. "Well, actually, I kinda like the flavor," he said, sounding embarrassed. "I see," I said. "How about when he fucks you? Does he make sure you get off too?" "Well," he said. "Most of the time, once he starts to cum, I do too, and he keeps going til I'm done." "I see," I said. There was silence for a moment again. Suddenly, he said, "Hey! You never told me how old you are!" "Oh," I said, smiling. "I'm 28." "Shit!" he said, surprised again. "You're almost old enough to be my father!" "Excuse me?" I cried. "I think not! I'd have had to be 15 when you were born, and only 14 when I was fucking your mother for that to be true!" "YOU'VE FUCKED MY MOM????" He cried, incredulously. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T KNOW ME!" I laughed and said, "Relax! I don't know you or her, I just meant I'd have to have been 14 when whoever you mother is was impregnated with you!" "OH!" he said, sounding relieved. He chuckled a little then sheepishly said, "Sorry!" "No problem," I said, still smiling myself. There was another moment of silence, so I decided to push my luck and see what else I could find out about this boy. Cautiously I said, "So... what's your name anyway?" "What's your's?" he asked, in reply. "I asked first," I said, smiling. "Um... Come on! You know I can't tell you!" he said, sounding frustrated. "Well, that's not fair!" I protested. "How come?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious. "Because you have the ability to find out who I am, but I can't find out a thing about you!" I said. "How's that?" he asked. "Well, if you don't know how, I'm not telling!" I said, chuckling. More silence. Suddenly he said, "Justin. My name's Justin. Is that enough for you?" Grinning, I said, "Sure Justin. Thanks for sharing. I'm Peter!" Justin chuckled and said, "Bet you got made fun of in school for your name, huh?" "Only until I pounded one rather stupid kid who thought it was funny my name sometimes is used to describe a dick!" I said, smiling ruefully, remembering the fateful day in 7th grade when Harrison Pratt wouldn't stop making fun of me, and I'd beat the shit out of him in the cafeteria in front of the whole school! I'd earned a week of detentions for it, but nobody ever made fun of me again after that. "So... were you a bully then when you were my age?" he asked. "No! I just got sick of being bullied!" I said. Then a thought occurred to me and I added, "Do you get picked on at school?" There was a pause, then Justin said, "Well, I have been... more when I was younger though... not so much lately though." "That's good," I said. I heard the door bell ring through the phone then. "Hey Peter?" he said. "I gotta go - someone's at the door! Can I call you back later?" I was a little surprised when he asked to call me back, but said, "Sure!" "Thanks!" he said. "I think it's Chris!" "I see!" I said. "If it is, and he wants to fuck you, try asking if you can fuck him instead. I mean, I expect your ass still hurts a bit from the big shit you took!" The doorbell rang again. Justin snickered, and said, "I'm alright now... but - thanks." "OK, talk to you later," I said, wondering if he'd really ever call back again. "OK, Bye!" he said, and hung up the phone. Smiling, I hung up too, and turned back to the lamp I was working on... Watch for the next chapter of this story, which will be posted shortly...