Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 19:33:56 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 8 Nifty: Please add this to my story "Wrong Number" under your "Gay - Adult-Youth" section. Thank you. Copyrighted 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012: 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 Eight - Justin's Next Two Visits! The next day, shortly after I saw the school busses go by, dropping off the kids down the street, the doorbell rang, and when I opened the door, there stood Justin. He was smiling broadly, and had an obvious bulge in the front of his shorts. So did I. Quickly he stepped inside and as soon as the door was shut, he reached for my lump and began squeezing it. I had intended to sit Justin down and talk to him, trying to convince him we couldn't do anything anymore, and to just stop coming over and praying he wouldn't tell anyone. Before I could open my mouth to ask him to sit down though, he was opening my belt and unbuttoning the waistband of my shorts. As I debated how to start, I took too long, and before I knew it, my shorts and underwear were lying on the floor in puddles around my feet, and Justin was squatting down, and already at work sucking and pumping on my cock. Of course, I couldn't bring myself to stop him then, and of course we ended up in my bedroom again. The afternoon was almost a replay of the previous days. Justin sucked on me, and then asked me to fuck him. I sucked on him and rimmed him for a while, then greased up and fucked him, bringing us both to orgasm. Again we showered together. About the only difference was, we had a drink and a snack after our shower, before getting dressed again, and before going back to my bed. This time, we '69'ed sucking and fondling each other to orgasm, each enjoying the other's love juice. * * * After Justin left, I decided the next day to sit him down and insist we stop. That plan went as well as the day before. Again, we ended up in bed. We began with a '69' this time, and sucked each other off. After laying together a while, snuggling, Justin got up and started to service me again. This time, when I was hard, and he was ready, he got the lube out and lubed my cock, as I laid there, then he climbed on top of me, and lowered himself onto my pole. For a while, he fucked himself up and down on me, but after we both became more excited, I flipped him over onto his back, without pulling out of him, and then fucked him missionary style for the first time. As I leaned over him, fucking him, I was surprised, when he reached up and kissed me on the lips. Automatically, I leaned further down, and as I fucked him, I began kissing him. He opened his mouth, and our tongues began dueling as I fucked him. We didn't stop kissing until we'd both cum - me inside him, he between our bellies. Afterward, as I lay on top of him, while we recovered, I was surprised, but not completely, when he said, "I love you Peter!" in a serious tone. In one way, I was ecstatic, because, I was starting to have feelings for him too - more like father for son, or at least uncle for nephew. On the other hand, I realized we were going to have a problem. Justin was going to be hurt at some point or another. And I really didn't want to do that to him.... or to myself either. I too was probably going to be hurt as well. Reluctantly I said, "I love you too Justin!" He beamed and hugged me tightly against him, as I hid my face, so he couldn't see my expression. Instantly, I regretted having said it. It was out there by then though, so... I just lay there, enjoying the feeling of his warm little body underneath me, as he happily hugged me, nuzzling into my neck. After a while we got up and showered, then we returned to my bed and lay snuggling. I decided I had to tell Justin I thought we should stop seeing each other. He was obviously shocked, and quickly his lower jaw began to tremble, and his eyes filled with tears. "We can't stop!" he cried, mournfully. "I love you! You're the only person in my life who gives a rat's ass about me! I need you Peter! Besides, I thought you said you loved me too!" As a tear broke from his right eye, I felt awful. "I do love you," I said. "It's just that it's not a good thing for you and me to love each other. We're not related, and I'm an adult and you're not. Hell, I'm almost old enough to be your father!" The tears began leaking from Justin's eyes then, and trickling down his cheeks, and I started to cry then too. God help me, I did love the boy, and it was killing me to hurt him! All I could do was grab Justin, and hug him. "I'm sorry," I said, as he wrapped his arms around me, and buried his face against me. "I don't want to hurt you Justin." Justin held onto me tightly and wept for a minute, then finally backed away. He looked hurt, confused, and a little angry. "How could you want to stop seeing me?" he asked, in a mournful tone. "I just told you I love you, and you said you love me too. How can it make sense for us to stop seeing each other?" I tried to explain to him that I was afraid of his getting hurt badly if we didn't, but he said he already was, just at the thought of not being able to see me anymore. As he talked, he let a few things he hadn't told me yet, slip out. Apparently, his father was a real asshole, who he couldn't stand, and who he thought didn't care about him at all. His mother was too exhausted from constantly fighting with the father to have the energy to do much of anything with or for Justin, and there was no one else in his life. He'd even told Chris to stop coming over. I was the only person in his life who he cared about, and who he thought cared about him. I admitted to him that I did care about him. In fact, I told him I cared a lot about him. He smiled slightly then, and said, "Good, then we don't have to stop!" He knew of course I hadn't said that, and looked terrified I was going to tell him he was wrong. I didn't have the heart to hurt him like that. Besides, I did care about him, a lot, and if he really didn't have anyone, maybe he really did need someone like me - but not for sex - instead, just as a friend he could talk with about his problems! Finally, I told him he could still come over to see me. Instantly, he looked ecstatic. "But," I added, and his smile disappeared. "No more sex! If you come over, it's just as friends, nothing else. If we don't stop the sex, you will get hurt someday!" His expression became testy looking, as he stared at me. I was very surprised when he finally said, "If that's they way it has to be, fine. As long as we can still be friends at least." I smiled dubiously at him and said it had to be that way. I couldn't believe he'd agreed so easily, and wasn't sure if he really meant it. I told him then that we had to get dressed, so we did. He said he had to leave then. It was a little earlier than usual, but, I didn't say anything. He said "Good-bye" and left. I wondered if he'd show up the next day or not. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Watch for the next chapter of this story, which will be posted shortly...