Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2009 21:45:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 6 Copyrighted 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009: 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 Six - First Sigthing, and the Sixth Call! The day after Justin and I masturbated together over the phone, I was out in my yard, washing my car. As I rubbed at a particularly sticky spot of tar on the back fender, I happened to glance up and look across the street. When I did, I was surprised to see a short, skinny, pale-skinned boy with dark hair, which he wore in a brush cut, standing there, staring intently at me. When he saw me look at him, he froze for a moment. Then, suddenly he looked both fearful, and a little embarrassed, and he quickly ducked behind a van that was parked next to where he was standing. Under normal circumstances, I would've found it very curious, but after the previous afternoon's phone call with Justin, he was on my mind a lot, and immediately I was certain it had to be him! He must've figured out to do a reverse search on my phone number, and found me! I stood and watched the van for a minute, waiting for the boy to reappear. He didn't though. Finally, I leaned down and looked under the van and I saw the boy's sneakered feet yet, so I pretended to go back to washing my car, but kept my eye on the van across the street. It was another minute before he finally poked his head out from around the back of the van again. When he did, he saw I was still watching, and quickly ducked back behind it. "Justin?" I hollered. No reply. A minute later though, I saw the boy bolt from behind the van and take off at a sprint down the street. "It had to be him," I muttered to myself, watching as down the street, he turned the corner and kept on running. I watched the corner for a minute, but he didn't come back, so I went back to washing my car. * * * That night, Justin never called. I wasn't surprised, but I was a little disappointed. As I lay in bed, wondering if he was going to call, my mind couldn't help wandering back to the previous day's phone call from him. In particular, my mind zeroed in on the point at which I noticed that his voice was beginning to sound a little breathier than usual, and realized what the soft slapping sound was that I was hearing. Immediately my penis started to inflate as in my mind I pictured the boy I'd seen across the street earlier, laying naked in bed, vigorously pounding his pud. Unable to stop thinking about Justin jerking off, I reached down and began fondling my nearly fully erect dick. As I felt the initial thrills of my own touch racing through my nervous system, I imagined what Justin would be feeling if he was indeed laying nude on his bed, jacking off right then. Within seconds, my penis was rock hard! Sighing, I pushed the covers off and reached for the bottle of hand lotion I kept in the night stand drawer. Quickly I popped the top and squirted some into the palm of my hand, then reached for my penis again. "Mmmmm..." I moaned softly, and I flexed with excitement as my hand closed around my throbbing member, and began sliding up and down it. Instantly as I began stroking up and down my stiff rod, the image of Justin doing the same thing reappeared in my mind's eye. I couldn't help smiling, as I saw the hint of a smile forming on the boy's lips as he deftly pleasured himself. Not even a half minute had gone by before my hand, which I'd started out sensually sliding up and down my tool, was flying rapidly up and down it! Within a few seconds after that, I was breathing heavier too. Suddenly, in my imagination, I saw the boy do something I usually did to myself when I masturbated. He let go of his scrotum, which he'd been clutching tightly, and scooped a small glob of lotion that had formed in his pubic hair up with his middle finger, then looking doubly as aroused, he pulled his legs up and reached for his ass! Grinning, I quickly let go of my balls, which I'd been firmly squeezing, and scooped as much lotion as I could from the base of my penis, with my middle finger. Then, just as I imagined Justin was doing, I pulled my legs up and reached for my ass as well! As my finger made contact with my anus, and I began sensually rubbing my fingertip back and forth over my pucker, I saw Justin do the same thing, and a small smile formed on his lips, as he sighed happily. For the next minute or so, as I rapidly jacked off and fingered my hole, Justin did the same thing in my daydream. And, as I became more and more excited, I could see the level of arousal Justin was experiencing, increaseing as well. Finally, as I beat off furiously, and fought to control my climax, I saw Justin ram his finger through his sphincter! Groaning loudly, he jammed his finger deep inside himself all the way to his third knuckle! Instantly his hand began moving as if he was trying to shove it completely up inside him. Obviously he was reaching for and rubbing his finger back and forth over his prostate gland. "AWWW!!" I grunted, as suddenly I shoved my finger up into my own rectum, and began rubbing my gland as well. For a few seconds then, both Justin and I massaged our glands as we rapidly jerked off to a finish! As we did, his face grew redder and redder, and mine felt hotter and hotter. As I fought to hold off cumming, I suddenly saw Justin's body tense up and his back arched a little off his bed. "AWWWWWwwww!!" Justin gasped, his face contorting, and his head tilting back a little. Suddenly I saw a small glob of semen shoot from the tip of his penis, arc through the air, and land in a glob on his chest. "OOOHhhh!!" I gasped a split second later, and my cock shot a much larger stream of semen through the air. I was so excited, that my orgasm was more violent than usual. The amount of pressure that exploded inside me was awesome. My ejaculate landed in a streak from my nose, over my mouth, and down my neck. I became more excited as I tasted a slight bit of saltiness from my cum, a little of which had dribbled into my mouth. As I began beating off faster, and prodding my the walnut-sized lump in the front of my rectum even harder, I snaked my tongue out of my mouth and licked up as much of my jism as possible, and more saltiness spread through my mouth! In my imagination, Justin began jacking off harder as well, and together then, we both came violently again, each groaning, and each blowing a thick streak of white goo from our cocks, onto our torsos. I continued jacking off and rubbing my love lump for the next several seconds then, and in my mind's eye, Justin was doing the same thing. We each spasmed a few more times, until eventually, both our orgasms waned, and we both slowed down. Finally, we both stopped moving, and we lay "looking at each other smiling", each with a finger still stuffed up our ass, and our hands, which by then were coated with streaks of semen that had dribbled out of our piss slits at the end, and drizzled down over our fingers, wrapped firmly around our shrinking cocks. I closed my eyes then, and breathed deeply for a while. Finally, the image of Justin, who was doing the same thing, faded from my mind and I opened my eyes. At the same time, I pulled my hand out of my ass, and let my legs extend back downward. "Fuck!" I gasped, as the streaks and globs of semen that coated my chest and stomach began to feel cold, and I smelled the muskiness of my rectum on my hand. Smiling a little, I squeezed my cock and pulled the dregs of my cum from it, then got up, and with my cum starting to run down my face, neck, and torso, I walked to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Happily, the bit of cum that had hit me above my mouth, near my nose, slid downward, and I was able to lasso it with my tongue, and savor its flavor. In the bathroom, I decided I was such a mess, I took a quick shower, and a few minutes later, I climbed back into my bed, nice and clean. Yawning, but smiling, I turned out my light, and almost instantly fell asleep. * * * The next day, I smiled when the phone rang, and I picked it up, and heard Justin's voice say "Hi Peter!" "Hey Justin!" I said. "I missed hearing from you yesterday." "Oh, I was busy," He said vaguely. "That's OK," I said. "It was nice to see you though. I'm glad I can put a face to your voice now." "Wh-what are you talking about?" he asked, sounding guilty. "I know it was you across the street, watching me wash my car," I said. "That wasn't me behind the va-" he blurted, cutting off suddenly, and in my imagination I could see him cringing as he realized he'd said enough so he knew I knew he was lying to me. "uh-huh," I said, chuckling and smiling to myself. "Well I don't know why any other boy your age would be watching me wash my car, then take off looking guilty. And besides, how'd you know he was hiding behind a van?" Justin didn't answer right away. When he did finally reply, he said, "I wasn't going to say 'van'!" "Oh really!" I said. Snickering then, I said, "Whatever. But, if it was you, I think you're a good looking kid!" Justin was silent for a moment, but I could hear his soft breathing yet, so I knew he was still there. Suddenly he said, "So... are you into boys or something?" "Whhaaat?" I asked, a little surprised. "well you thought I - I mean - this boy was good looking," he said, sounding a little guilty again. "Exactly! I thought YOU were good looking," I replied. "And no I'm not into boys!" "Fine!" he said, not denying again that it was him. He didn't drop talking about my desires though and asked, "Well... How come you jacked off with me on the phone then the day before?" I chuckled and said, "Are you going to tell me if it was you listening to me jacking off, and you figured out that's what I was doing, that you wouldn't get a little excited and start doing it with me too?" He was quiet for a moment, but finally he sighed and said, "OK, I suppose not!" As I chuckled, he tried to change the subject by saying, "So, that's a pretty "hot" car you got. What year is it?" Chuckling I said, "So you admit it was you! "Well... you weren't going to believe it wasn't me no matter what I said, so I might as well admit it," he said. Then, as I chuckled some more, he shyly added, "And... you're pretty 'hot' too!" Even though I was alone, I felt my face warming up, as I blushed. "Um... well, thanks!" I said. Justin chuckled then. Suddenly I heard a "click" like an extension on the phone line was picked up. Justin must not have heard it, as he was still snickering. I jerked the phone away from my ear a moment later when an angry man's voice suddenly bellowed "I TOLD YOU TO GET OFF THE PHONE 15 MINUTES AGO!" "I gotta go!" Justin cried, suddenly sounding scared. Immediately the phone slammed down in my ear. I could still hear heavy breathing though, so I didn't hang up. "WHO IS THIS?" the man suddenly demanded, still sounding angry. Quickly I hung up... To be continued... Author's note: The next chapter of this story will be posted eventually. I sincerely apologize for the long delays between chapters, but I'm extremely busy lately. TG