Date: Fri, 11 May 2007 15:12:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 4 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 Four - The Fourth Call! I was looking right at the clock radio as my eyes flew open. As I focused, I saw that the time was 12:36AM. The phone suddenly rang again then. That's what had woke me. Quickly I reached for the receiver. "Uh... yeah... Hello?" I said, holding the phone to my ear. "Hi!" came Justin's voice in reply. "Hey! What's up? How come you're calling so late?" I asked, wondering if he was OK. "Oh!" Justin said. "Sorry. I didn't realize it was so late... um... I just wanted to talk to someone, that's all." "Oh," I said. "Is everything OK?" "Yeah... like I said, I just wanted to talk," he said. "I see," I said. "Um... your parents aren't up yet to talk to?" "Yeah, my father's up yet, but I can't talk to him right now," Justin said. "How come you can't talk to him?" I asked. "Well... I don't usually talk to him anyway, but right now he's mad at me anyway - so I really wouldn't try anyway," Justin said. "How come he's mad at you?" I asked. "Cause I did something he didn't like," Justin said. "What'd you do?" I asked. "Didn't do my chores, and when he hollered at me for goofing off, I kinda mouthed off at him a little," Justin said. "Bet he didn't like that," I said. "No, but it gave him an excuse -" Justin said, breaking off abruptly. "Excuse for what?" I asked. Justin was quiet for a moment, then sounding uncomfortable, he said, "Never mind. I didn't mean anything." Excuse? Excuse to do what? Suddenly, I wondered if maybe Justin's father had hit him! Was Justin's father abusive maybe? Maybe that's why he didn't ever talk to him. "Well... are you alright?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "Like I said, I just wanted to talk. That's all." "OK, so what do you want to talk about?" I asked. "I don't know," Justin said. "OK, what're you doing right now?" I asked. "I'm laying in my bed... talking to you," Justin said, and he snickered a little. "What're you doing?" "Well.. I was asleep," I said. "OH! I'm sorry!" Justin cried, sounding genuinely sorry he'd woken me. I assured him it was alright. "I better hang up and go to sleep anyway though I guess," Justin said. "Before my father hears me up and starts in on me again." "Hey! You sure you're OK?" I asked again. "Yeah, I'm fine," He said, not sounding 100% convincing. "Well, you know my number, so call anytime you want or need to, OK?... although... if it's just to be social - let's try to keep those calls to more reasonable times, OK?" I said. "Sure. I'm sorry I called so late, and thanks Peter!" Justin replied. "No problem," I said. "G'night now." "Night," Justin replied. I heard a click on the other end then, as he hung up, and I hung up my phone as well. As I laid there thinking about our conversation, I envisioned a pajama-clad boy lying on his bed, bored, and lonely. As I imagined this, in my minds eye, I saw him reach for his crotch, and begin kneading his genitals through his pajama bottoms. After a minute, he moved his hand away, and there was a short tenting near his fly, where his hand had been. Quickly, he reached down again, only this time he stuck his hand in the fly of his pajama bottoms, and directly grasped his hardon! As he fondled himself, his nostrils flared slightly, and a slight smile appeared on his face, which was beginning to turn pink. His hand became a little busier. I felt my own penis stretching out as I day-dreamed about Justin fondling himself. As I imagined what he looked like, and how he was feeling, I reached beneath the blankets and sheet for my tool as well. Gripping my cock, I too began to masturbate, as I imagined Justin could quite possibly be doing not that far away as well. A minute later, I was feeling pretty good. I imagined Justin was too. I was also getting pretty hot, so I pushed the covers off me, exposing my naked body to the night air. I saw Justin smile, and pull his hand out of his fly. Quickly he held his butt up off the bed, and shoved his pajama bottoms down and kicked them completely off, exposing himself completely as well. Quickly he unbuttoned his top, and laid it open, then he reached for the drawer in the stand next to his bed, and pulled out a bottle of hand lotion. Grinning to myself, I reached for my own jug of lotion, and while I poured some into my hand, and warmed it a little, I imagined Justin doing the same thing. Then, a moment later, as I wrapped my generously lotioned hand around my penis, in my mind, Justin did the same, and we both began sliding our hands up and down our stiff rods. As I smiled at the pleasant feeling, so did Justin! It didn't take long at all after my lotioned hand started sliding up and down my shaft, before I began feeling the familiar tingling inside that signaled that my orgasm was beginning to build. From the look on his face, in my mind's eye, my imaginery Justin was keeping pace with me, and was feeling the same thing! On his face he wore an slightly more serious expression, as I imagined his passion building as well. As I felt the pressure building within me, I sped my hand up. In my mind, Justin began pumping faster as well, and his nostrils were flaring a little more. His face was a little darker as well, as his blood pressure rose. Closing my eyes, as my pleasure built, I saw the boy open his mouth to breath more easily, and his slight, smooth body tensed up, his back arching a little. Suddenly, I imagined him taking a breath and holding it for an instant, as he suddenly gasped, and a string of semen shot from the tip of his dick, arced through the air, and landed in a steak on his chest. "Awwwww!!!" I groaned, as suddenly, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I shot a rope of cum from my cock as well. Like my imaginary Justin's, it too shot through the air, and landed on my torso too. "MMmmmm..." I imagined Justin moaning, as his frame twisted slightly, as he sent another streak of jism rocketing into the air. It landed between his navel and his sternum. "Ahhhh..." I gasped, firing off another load. It landed in a streak across my right nipple. Justin closed his eyes and tensed silently then, as he blew some more juice from his cock, onto his belly. "Mmmm..." I moaned, spraying several droplets of thinner liquid all over myself. I noticed Justin slowing down his stroke then, and realized I was slowing down as well. Both of us spasmed a couple more times, each oozing a little more cum from our piss slits, before my orgasm ended. At the same time, the imaginary boy in my daydream stopped jacking off too, and reached for some Kleenex. Smiling, I did the same. As I began cleaning my chest and stomach off, my daydream dissipated. Once I was cleaned up, I rolled over, and smiling to myself, I drifted back off asleep. As I was falling asleep, unbeknownst to me, a few blocks away, the real Justin was indeed lying naked on his bed, his lubed hand flying up and down his cock, as he grimmaced and gasped every second or two, and blew his cum all over himself. Shortly, Justin's orgasm ended, and he used his T-shirt, which he'd taken off, to clean himself up with. Then, smiling he rolled over onto his belly, and pulled the blankets up over himself. He reached for his bedside lamp and turned it off, then still smiling to himself, he nestled into his pillow, and pulled the covers up a little further. A few minutes later, he drifted peacefully off to sleep. Watch for the next chapter of this story, which will be posted shortly...