Date: Wed, 5 May 2004 23:59:33 -0700 From: Kevin Harness Subject: A Boy To Remember, Part 6 A BOY TO REMEMBER.... Part 6 The usual disclaimers apply, of course, in that if you are under 18, don't want to hear/read a relationship story of a man/boy nature, hear explicit sexual content, or if the province, state, country, etc you are in does not allow you to view or hear such content, you must leave this site now. Otherwise, read on. All characters, of course, are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or over, and any character resemblance to any real-life person or persons is pure accidental and unintentional. ------------------------------------------ "I think I have the best boyfriend in the world," Justin confided as he turned back around ahead of me in the movie ticket line. I put both arms around him and gave him an upper-torso hug, and whispered in his ear, "That's not possible, sorry." "Yes it is." "No it's not." Justin laughed, "Ok, w-h-y is it not possible that I have the best boyfriend in the world?" "Becauase I do," I said quietly, and gave him a little peck on the back of the head. "Oh," he said. "Damn. Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for second best. I'll just to have to try harder." "Harder? Did someone say harder?" I joked. Justin cracked up and didn't get his hand over his mouth in time to quiet the guffaw. We both cracked up, of course drawing stares from the other people in the line. Well, we made in into the show anyway, watching a recent Samaurai movie by a recent top actor. It wasn't just good, it was very good with both of us being enthralled with the screenplay, the acting, and the general demeanor and tone of the film. I was quite pleased and astonished at the depth of character understanding that Justin possessed, judging by the comments and observations he made during the show. He was quite smart, actually, and I found that very cool, something only a true boylover would understand. As we left the show Justin thanked me for the down-time and the show.... "Absolutely no problem babe," I replied. "My pleasure." He smiled at me the smile of a loved boy, which he most assuredly was. "Yeah," he returned, and smiled even more. I pulled into his driveway and turn off his car. We sat there for a few seconds sorta thinking whether to stay outside, or go inside for a couple minutes before I went home. It was Sunday, and Justin had school the next day and I had work. It would be no late night for either of us. We'd already set up responsible rules such as the Sunday-night-early rule so that we wouldn't get carried away and make a mess of each others' lives. Justin turned to me and said, "Um, I had an idea and I didn't know what you'd think of it, but it might be pretty cool. Like if you want to...." I smiled and laughed slightly, "Ok, well, shoot. Um, no pud, er, pun intended." "Funny," he quipped." I simply waited. "Ok. Um, well, I have a break coming up in another week, like after this upcoming week of school. And I was wondering...." Justin looked down and doodled with his index finger on his pant leg. "....like if we could maybe go somewhere for like a day or two, like on maybe one of the two weekends." He looked up to see what my response would be. "Hmmm, that's a cool idea. I like it," I responded enthusiastically. "Really?" he said. "Heck yeah, that sounds great. Where would we go?" I asked. "Somewhere neither of us has been. Something like that. Go visit, tour, see stuff, sleep at some hole-in-the-wall motel. Like go up Highway 1 up the coast. Something like that. I dunno. I hadn't thought about that part too much. Mostly I just thought about having a couple days off with you and being with you and you being with me, etc etc etc," he laughed. I thought about it for a few seconds, and decided to see what we could arrange. "Ok," I said, "I have a couple ideas here. See what you think. I may be able to get a few more days off, not all that big of a deal. Maybe, don't know yet. But probably. So IF I was able to do that AND it was ok with your mom that you went, we'd have to ensure any homework got done, etc. That sort of thing." "Yeah, no kidding. Mom would blow a gasket if I dropped any grades because we took off for a few days," Justin agreed. Then, after a moment of silence, he added, "Well, not just because of that. It'd be bad anyway." I nodded, "Yup," and smiled. Now t-h-a-t was my boy. Indeed, I checked with the business owner if I could get some time off on either side of the following weekend, and he was more than willing to cover for me. Justin, on the other hand, had his plate full getting the idea by his mom..... "I just don't see where you think all this is going, Justin," she pointed out, "not to mention that you, a minor, would be out sleeping with an adult out in public. That's a whole different story. It's not home, it's the real world and you both could land yourselves in pretty deep trouble." "Mom, I don't k-n-o-w where 'all this is going', really I don't. All I know is that Michael treats me well, and I take great pride in doing the same for him. You know me, mom. I'm not out just to get laid. This guy is special," Justin stated, sighing as he plopped down into a chair. She thought about it for a second, and came over and rubbed Justin's shoulder. "I know baby, I know. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that...." and her sentence trailed off. "You don't trust Michael?" Justin asked. "Is that it, mom? Come on, you're a better judge of character than I am, and you met him and liked him, a LOT...." This time it was her turn to sigh. "It's just that the world isn't ready for this kind of relationship, sweetie. Not really. I can tell you're dead serious on this, and I'm not trying to talk you out of Michael. I'm trying to get you to look at what you're doing, though, in the process." She had a point, and Justin knew it. "There's got to be some way around it, mom. There just has to. I r-e-a-l-l-y want to go on this one. I'll cover everything as best I can - homework, mow the lawn before I go, probably even knock out taking a shower....." his eyes twinkled. His mom cracked up. "yeah, there's a way around it. I'll give Power of Attorney to Michael, and send along your insurance card and a letter from me. It's not iron-clad, but it'll give you guys some pretty good air-cover if needed." Justin popped out of his chair an extra 4" and leaped over to his mom, "Love you mom, thanks!" and he bounded off upstairs and called Michael with the news right away. "Damn, Michael, we get to go! I am SO EXCITED!" Justin nearly yelled. "This is going to be the longest school week of my life, well, almost a week. I get out on Thursday at around 11:30a." "Cool!" Michael returned. The short week from Monday to Thursday morning seemed to last about 3 1/2 weeks for both Michael and Justin, who talked back and forth nearly incessantly. Michael wouldn't tell Justin all the plans, but it was pretty set that they'd see the sights of the California coast by car. Michael could hardly contain himself. "come on!" Justin pleaded, giggling but pleading nonetheless. "Nope, no details. Yet. But here's what I can tell you. Pack whatever you need clothes-wise in only one larger suitcase. For things you'll need on a more immediate basis, pack a smaller bag or overnight case. I've got off from Thursday to Tuesday, and I've already given your mom our probably itinerary as well as my cell." "What? My MOM knows where we're going, but I don't?" and Justin totally cracked up. "Are you trying to drive me nuts?" "No. But I really wanted to surprise you for a great time. We've got 6 days to have fun, and I have a few plans to help us out. Trust me, I think we'll have a good time." "Oh, I trust you," Justin continued, "plus it's you I'm gonna be with, so I know we'll have fun. I just hope we stay in some hotels that have really good sound insulation," Justin laughed, amused at his innuendo. Michael laughed too. He could almost hear the twinkle in Justin's eyes. Ah yes, this was going to be quite a time! "I'll be by around 8:30a to pick you up," Michael said. "Aw, geeze! I'll probably be awake at like 6am! Can't you come and get me any earlier? Pleeease?" "Um, no, I don't think so," Michael replied. "Aw, why not?" Justin actually whined. "Well, reason #1 is that I can't. Reason #2 is that I've already got it all set up time-frame-wise." "Oh. Ok." Justin thought about it a little. "You aren't gonna tell me a thing, are you?" he laughed. "Not really. Only that I am going to love being with you for nearly a week straight, and having you sleep with me every night for days." "Oh man! Thanks! I haven't like relieved myself ALL WEEK, and you just gave me the hard-on from hell! Ok, time to go take a cold shower, and shave, and decide what to wear for nearly a week and pack." Michael laughed. "Babe, I can get hard just thinking about you. M-u-c-h l-e-s-s having you talk about your hard-on. Geeze!" "Ok, ok. I'm gonna go. Bye Mikey, I love you." Michael's eyes welled up, and he honestly could not speak. So he whispered back as best he could, "Bye bye, luv you too." (((smooch))) and hung up. Justin hung up, and whispered to himself. "Wow. He really loves me too. Damn," and his face was streaked by tears also. His mom walked by his bedroom door and said, "Hi, how ya doing?" She could clearly see his face. "Fine," Justin said, and he walked up to her and gave her a big hug. "Thanks, mom. I really mean it. Thanks," and he was off to his bathroom for a shower. She just shook her head. It certainly looked pretty serious, but then again she'd never seen her son this happy. Ever. Justin actually slept well, and woke to his 7am alarm. "AAAAHHHH! I'll never be ready in time," and he leaped out of bed. All aspects of being ready had already been mapped out in Justin's mind, and he streaked thru the house like a boy possessed. He was ready by about 7:21a, and paced and chattered to his mom as he tried to eat some semblence of breakfast. His mom chuckled. Outside there was a beep-beep. "Justin, your airport shuttle is here," she announced. "My frigging WHAT!!??" he shrieked, looking out his bedroom window, and then rocketing down the stairs to the front door. He flung open the door, and Michael was smiling from ear-to-ear and waving to him from the back seat of the airport van. He mouthed 'What The Fuck' and Michael clearly burst out laughing. He turned back into the house and his mom had her hand over her mouth, stiffling a giggle. "Have a good time, sweetie," and she gave him a hug before he zoomed out the front door to the shuttle. Where, of course, Michael was seated and smiling pleasantly smugly. "Ok, I'll bite, what in the heck is going on?!" Justin squealed, beside himself with excitement. Michael looked at his watch, "Well, in approximately 35 minutes we'll be on a flight to San Francisco, where we are probably going to tour the wharf, eat lunch, and then rent a car and drive back down the coast, stopping whereever in the hell we want." "Oh....My....God," Justin smiled. "You're the greatest, Michael. We are going to have SUCH a good time," and Justin smiled his impish smile that Michael loved. "yes, yes we are," Michael returned. Justin gave Michael a kiss on the forehead and sat down. The driver looked in his rearview mirror at them in moderate disbelief. "Dude, he's my boyfriend," Justin defended, "AND he's flying me to San Francisco. We're all lucky I o-n-l-y kissed him," Justin taunted and laughed. "Ok everyone, seat belts on," the driver said, trying to change the subject. "Oh! I just love the way he said 'seat'," Justin joked, and they all cracked up. The flight to S.F. was quick, and before they knew Michael and Justin were gazing off the famous San Francisco wharf, watching sea gulls, waves, and boats. Justin held onto Michael's arm in such a love-bird fashion, Michael leaned over and kissed the top of Justin's head. "I love it when you do that," Justin said for probably the dozenth time since they'd met. Why, what a coincidence. I just happen to love kissing the top of your beautiful blonde head," Michael returned. "Oh, DO you?" Justin joked back. "Yes. Both of them," Michael quipped. Justin smiled back. "Well, you'll get ample chance to do both, Mr. Michael." "Yum," was all Michael could think of to say. They ate a chilled seafood sandwich on some famous sourdough french bread, with some bottled water and shared a bag of one of Justin's favorite chips. "What do you think I should do when I grow up," Justin asked, candidly but very seriously. "What do you want to do?" Michael returned. Justin paused for a second, and spoke. "Well, I sincerely like working on computers, so I thought I'd avail myself of one of our fine schools on that subject. I've got some money saved up, so I shouldn't need to come up with much to really do it. Well, that and I'll get a part-time or full-time job to get myself rolling." "Nice, babe. You'd do well with that. Way cool," Michael said. Justin simply smiled back, wiping his mouth. "Mom has said I can stay there as long as I want. I've offered her that I pay rent, which is cool and my idea, and only fair." He obviously had it worked out quite nicely. Michael complimented him again, putting his hand on Justin's shoulder and giving it a supportive squeeze. "Well, let's rent a car and go see some sights. How does that sound?" "Great," Justin replied. And off they went. Michael was thoroughly enjoying himself - seeing sights he'd never seen before - and also was enjoying seeing Justin having such a good time, too. Justin was nearly ecstatic. They were at the Museum Of Man, several exhibits into the building, and Justin turned to Michael, smiling from ear-to-ear. "What? Did I miss something?" Michael asked. "Nope," Justin, said stepping forward into Michael's arms and giving him a big hug. Justin laid his head next to Michael's neck, giving it a soft, gentle peck. "Thanks," Justin said. "Thank you back," Michael said. "Across my life, there's been some good things that people have done for me and with me, but nobody's done this ever. And this is so off-the-chart that I almost find myself wondering when I'm waking up." All Michael could do is smile. All those funny feelings he had for and toward Justin seemed to be building exponentially, and he found his own mind echo'ing what Justin was saying. "Me too, kinda," Michael said, "but hard to explain." "No need," Justin said, kissing Michael lightly on the cheek. "And by the way, where are we staying for the night?" Michael smiled. Well, we have a bit of driving to do before then, but down the coast a bit. In a nice out of the way motel." "Cool," Justin beamed. The day went great, the company was cheerful, and neither guy could wait to get the other guy alone, despite the good time out running around central California. The motel that Michael found was probably nearly a two-hour drive south of San Francisco, so close to the beach you could hear the waves crashing onto the beach. It was a moonlit night, and after checking in Justin said, "Do you mind if we go for a walk on the beach?" "Not at all," Michael returned. It was as picturesque as it gets, having someone you like a lot (perhaps even love), moonlit night, walk on the beach, looking forward to a hot shower, hot sex, and sleep next to each other with no alarm clock to tell you to get up..... Neither Justin nor Michael said a word for awhile, and it was Justin who finally broke the ice. "I've been thinking," Justin opened. "Uh huh," Michael said, semi-mockingly. "No, really Michael," and he stopped and turned to Michael, Michael's hand still in his. "You're wonderful, and it's pretty obvious that we like each other a whole lot. And so I've been thinking...." Justin paused. "Y--e--s----" Michael drew the word out just about as long as he could, teasing his young friend. "Well.......we've both said we don't know where this is going, but I've been thinking. That's not exactly right, now." He smiled. "We both know what direction we are headed, pretty much, it is just that we have no idea as to where we will end up. We just know that we like...." Another pause. "....love each other," Justin gently squeezed Michael's hands, "and care what happens to each other, how the other guy is doing, all rolled up along with that special feeling that neithe of us can put his finger on." Yup, that about summed it up, alright, Michael thought. "And so, I wanted to say to you that.....I love you. A lot. If that's possible. And every time I'm away from you, it's not like a yearning to be back around you. It feels like I'm away from where I belong. So......" Another pregnant pause. "....so, I wanted to see if you'd consider that, well, I be your exclusive boyfriend." Michael was smiling so wide that he was sure his face muscles were going to cause the skin to split. "Are you proposing to me," Michael said in an extremely loving voice, yet teased just a little. "Nope, that'll be your job later," Justin grinned back. Michael pulled Justin into his chest and hugged him firmly, rubbing the back of his head, neck and back. And I don't want anyone else in my place in your life. You are SO RIGHT for me, so beautiful, so funny, so intoxicating, so wonderful, so cute......" Michael took a deep breath to continue, and Justin winced, teasing Michael. "....I want each kiss to last forever. Each orgasm to be so wonderful and better than the last so that you'll alway be your happiest there, so.........everything." Justin reared back at arms' length, still holding onto Michael, and said, "Um, sure you haven't left anything out?" still smiling. Michael looked puzzled. "Uh, I don't know. I hope not." "Don't worry, I couldn't believe the list. Just kidding you, as I don't think you could've p-o-s-s-i-b-l-y left a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g out. Like, at all. I'm so flattered, all I want to do is hold you and be held by you." "Mind if I do?" Michael pulled Justin into him. Justin's voice was somewhat muffled, but Michael could still hear, "Damn. And this is just Day #1 of our vacation," and he chuckled, and pulled Michael tighter. They both hit the shower separately once back at the hotel room, each thinking intently about what the other had said. Justin came out of his shower last, and had an odd look on his face. "You ok?" Michael asked. "Uh, yeah. Just really a weird feeling. Not weird-bad. Just strange." "Ok....." Michael invited. "Well, I was thinking about going to bed with you, and it was odd. I felt like we'd already had sex and came and everything. Sorta like after, when it's all cool and you're on the other side of an amazing orgasm dealt to you by your most favorite guy like ever? Like that." "Geeze," was all Michael could think of saying. "Well, it's totally ok, we don't like h-a-v-e to always have sex just because we're around each other," and he thought about that for a moment. And not only did it seem true, he was impressed with Justin's concept and his handling of it. "Yeah. Well, it's not exactly like I don't want to, but I've never ever felt that way before," Justin explained. They cuddled up on the bed, and Michael kissed the top of Justin's head. Justin kissed Michael's chest. Then his nipples, and he ate his way down Michael's treasure trail. Michael of course had an instant physical reaction. Justin looked up at Michael, smiling. "Oops, change of plans." Michael cracked up. "Are you trying to get a rise out of me?" "Lucky for me your pulsing manhood is far more impressive than that pun," Justin taunted. "Lucky for both of us," Michael laughed, and he closed his eyes and let Justin's mouth and fingers take him places no one else ever had. His cock swelled, telling of a the upcoming flow of cum. Justin slowed, making it last longer, making it subside ever so slightly, making it almost arrive, over and over and over....... "OHHHHhhhhh...." Michael groaned the gutteral groan of a man about to cum. Justin slipped a finger in to massage the prostate, grabbed Michael's shaft with the other hand, and bobbed his head up and down swiftly, tongue working the head at the top of every stroke. Michael arched his back, grabbed Justin's blonde head, and came loudly and long. Justin took all Michael could dish out, and kissed Michael up and down. Michael shuddered, and Justin just hugged him gently, smiling. After a bit, Michael asked, "What would you like to do?" "I want you," Justin smiled back. "Cool," Michael said, and he rolled over. Justin was absolutely rock-hard, his ample boyhood straining at it's very skin. He lubbed Michael's rear well, doing the one-two-three finger stretch first, and then quickly putting on a condom. He entered Michael easily, and slowly sunk to full-depth. Michael groaned right along with Justin. Michael loved to be mounted by Justin. Justin kissed Michael's back, neck, head, and pumped as slowly as he could, considering he was nearly cumming before he ever penetrated Michael. "Oh damn," Justin proclaimed. "Go baby, go in all the way and give me all of you," Michael panted. Justin plunged deep thrust after deep thrust, and finally let loose with a groan that seemed to come from his feet. He slammed home deeply and for the last time, and Michael could feel the pulsing spasms of Justin's swollen penis, pumping squirt after squirt of hot cum. It was Michael who first regained his composure, and jibbed, "Boy. I am SO glad we decided to forgo any sexual activity for the evening." Justin was weak and could barely laugh effectively. "Damn you," he wheezed, and he hugged his boyfriend tight. And then, "Me too." The next day entailed a visit to Santa Cruz beach and boardwalk, and dinner was at a small restaurant / hotel at Carmel-By-The-Sea. Saturday they took in some nice beaches on the way to Santa Barbara, and stayed the night at the Four Corners Hotel. It was a warm-ish night, but only mildly so. They both had been so content with sleeping with each other, commenting about what they saw, enjoying each other's company, and learning all about their newest friend. After their shower, Justin looked into Michael's eyes, and seriously yet senuously, said "I want to do that thing we talked about, if it's ok with you." Michael knew just what Justin meant. "Ok." They kissed, cuddled, fondled, and were both hard as a rock when Justin panted, "Now, Michael. Now." Michael had already applied lube, and he simply put Justin's feet over his shoulders and slid into his beautiful boy, throwing back his head and groaning and gasping. Justin was saying, "yes", and "oh man", and "yeah Michael", rolling his head around as Michael built up speed. Michael was sure he had the angle right to ensure Justin would cum all over the both of them, and by the looks of Justin's straining member, he was right-on. Justin was not jacking off, or anything to himself, but he was as close as Michael was to cumming, maybe closer. Michael could feel the head of his dick roll across Justin's prostate knob. He could barely stand it, knowing he was pounding Justin's cum-sack and would make him spew sperm soon. "Oh Michael!!!! OH OH OH OH!!!!!" Justin exclaimed, and his boy-cock ejected volley after volley of cum first all over himself, then onto Michael. Michael came immediately, and Justin closed his eyes and felt each hot jet of cum inside of him. "Whew. That was unbelievable. Thank you, Michael. I mean it. Thanks. That was amazing." "Uh huh," was all Michael could manage. Justin handed Michael a warm washrag, and Michael cleaned both he and Justin up. They got up mid-morning, drove to the airport, and flew to San Diego. "What would you like to do?" Michael asked Justin. "Uh, hmmmm," Justin thought. "Maybe a simply lunch, then off to your house to hang, watch a movie, and maybe hit the sack early?" "Sounds good," Michael said. "Cool." It had been a great few days off, a lot had been decided without having to decide very much at all. A fine weekend indeed. Michael smiled. Cool indeed. VERY cool.