Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 01:30:30 -0700 From: Kevin Harness Subject: A Boy To Remember, Part 7 A BOY TO REMEMBER.... Part 7 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. ============================================= Michael sat in the warm sunlight smiling, with a cool breeze crossing his face. He can't recall being more at peace while still being excited as hell, content with what was about to happen, yet anxious at the same time. He gazed down at the stage where Justin and his class were graduating. Justin, having been 18 several months earlier had forged ahead and studied, doing his job as a student well. He was graduating with honors, which made his teachers, his mother, and of course Michael very proud. He still wore his sun-bleached hair stylishly shaggy, and his bright eyes shown like lights beneath his cap, he'd gain a few solid pounds over the last year that Michael had known him, and maybe gain another inch in height as well. Justin was the picture of perfection, almost storybook in his smile and demeanor and general good looks. Justin had been "out" to his classmates about being gay, having a boyfriend, and told his best girl friend about some of his outtings, love-weekends, and about Michael. Up until now no one from his school had met Michael except for Justin's mom. Justin smiled ear-to-ear, and took his diploma with poise, dutifully threw his hat into the air, and leapt from the stage when his class was officially dismissed from high school forever. Michael couldn't make it down the stairs fast enough, and Justin raced up that same flight of stairs. Justin's friend Stephanie, Justin's mom, and several other accidental onlookers watched as the handsome young graduate jumped several stairs into the arms of some man in the audience. "Damn, Michael, I did it," Justin said so proudly. "Yeah, you did, babe. Congradulations." "Yup, congradulations, "Justin smiled. They looked at each other for a moment, and almost as if on cue they kissed a brief, but obviously passionate kiss, and hugged each other the better part of half a minute. Justin broke away a bit, and said, "Ok, now what?" Big smile. "Mom's throwing a party for you and your buds at your house," Michael said. "How's that sound?" "Cool!" Justin exclaimed. "You a-r-e coming over, right?" Justin paused. Michael paused for a slightly longer second. "Michael, you're coming over. It's time for everyone who hasn't already met you, to meet you. That way they won't fall down shocked, later, when we're married." Michael could only shake his head in mock disbelief. "Sure babe, c'ya there is a few." "What do you mean, 'c'ya there in a few'...? Am I not being chaffeured by you to my abode?" "OOOhhhhhh. Abode. Classy word," Michael teased. "High School Graduate," Justin teased back. Justin's friends were, Michael had to admit, pretty cool. A couple of the guys were gay, a couple weren't, and of the two girls that came over, both were friends - one gay and one not. Justin's mom had a few snacks out, but in short order the teen crowd was ready to eat the couch and chairs. Michael offered to order in pizza, and all were relatively calmed down and fed in short order. Michael sat on the floor leaning back against the couch between Justin's knees. They watched Scary Movie, Bulletproof Monk, and a host of other movies. By the time a few hours had gone by, it was Justin and Michael holding each other on the couch, Stephen - one of Justin's best buds (gay), and Stephanie. Stephanie was putting some popcorn in her mouth and sort of casually asked, "So, where are you guys getting married?" Justin said, "S-t-e-p-h-a-n-i-e........" Michael said, "J-u-s-t-i-n........?" Everyone laughed, as Michael's tone was intended to inquire, but also elicit humor too. "Well......." Justin sorta stammered. "I told Steph that as far as I could see, for as much as I knew, that you were everything I had ever wanted. And that I knew I didn't have to look too far in you to see that you cared about me a whole lot. And that we loved each other, seemed to be compatible, and what's more important, forgiving to each other and supportive." Michael listened intently. "And Steph said, 'Gee Justin - you guys are made for each other. That's way cool. It's like you guys are married.' That was how the whole idea came up." Michael simply smiled, "Well, I know you guys don't know me all too well yet, but....." It was Justin's turn to stare intently. ".....well....." Michael continued. "Oh come on now!" Justin began laughing. "Ok, ok," Michael began. "It's true, Justin has pretty much captured my attention. It was kinda funny, actually, how we met. I was at a campground that I hadn't gone to in quite a while, and had decided to go shopping at this wayward little grocery store. Justin's mom had gone up to the same campground to get away from things and get some paperwork done, and Justin just happened to be in the same grocery store I was, at the same time I was. From the first moment I met him, I couldn't help but talk to him...." "Yup, all we did was talk. Talk talk talk," Justin chided. "Quiet, you," Michael mock-scolded. He continued, "Well, body language is k-i-n-d-a like talking, right?" All of them cracked up. "Anyways...." and Michael plopped up onto the couch next to Justin, and took his hand, "Justin is incredible, and I have trouble imagining what it would be like not having him in my life. I hope I never have to find out what that's like. You guys must like him as a friend, because he's funny, smart, and about a dozen other cool things. But, yeah, I love him. A lot. And truthfully............I don't even know if we can get married in this society. But if he ever wants the hat, it's his." Justin sat before Michael totally quiet, and his eyes welled up. Stephanie was smiling like a Cheshire cat, and pushed Justin's shoulder, "Say something, you dummy!" she giggled. "Can't," Justin mouthed, shaking his head from side to side. Justin's mom was standing in the doorway to the living room, with her hand to her mouth - fully taken aback by what she'd heard, eyes welling up just as Justin's had. "But if not, that's cool. Because I love Justin for who he is to himself, what he is to me....." Justin moved in and gave Michael a big hug as he was still speaking.... "and for what we mean to each other. It's special, and it's awesome," Michael finished. "But hey!" Michael interjected into the silence, "today is Justin's and your day for graduating from high school. And no matter what, that's way cool, my congradulations to all of you. Seriously. Well done." "Thanks," they all said, nearly in unison. Michael looked at his watch, "Well, nearly 9pm, I'd better get going. You guys have fun, and you're all welcome to tag along with Justin some day and come over to my house and we'll order pizza and watch a movie or two." "Cool," Stephanie said, with similar responses from the others. Michael got up and Justin got up with him. "You guys, I think I want to go with Michael. Is that ok?" They all said it was time for them to go to some other party, or go home, or whatever, but each made their goodbyes and headed out. Justin and Michael quickly picked up the party debris and took it into the kitchen. "Just put it all in the sink, I'll get to it tomorrow, guys. It's no problem." "Thanks, mom. Way cool, I really appreciate it," Justin said. "It's alright. Have a good time boys, and I'll c'ya later I guess," she said. And they were off. Zooming down the freeway with the top down, Justin couldn't stop smiling. Well, neither could Michael. "So......where are we going?" Justin ventured. "Aw, I thought a nice moonlit walk on Blacks Beach would be nice," Michael said. Justin guffawed. "Cool!" Michael looked over at him and laughed back. "Yup." Blacks Beach is a nude beach, very popular in this southern California city. It was a moonlit night indeed, and Michael quickly pulled up, turned the car off, and hopped out. Justin ran around to Michael's side of the car, and leapt into Michael's arms. "Wheeeeeeeee!" Justin exclaimed, acting more like an 8-year-old instead of his manly 18. Michael felt more like about 18. Off came their clothes, and Justin was off sprinting down the dunes to the water. "Woohoo!" he bellowed as he pranced around in the cool surf. "Damn, Michael, this is SOOOOO cool!" "Yeah, I can see that," Michael teased, pointing at Justin's slightly cold-shriveled boyhood. "Hey! Not fair!" Justin protested. "You'll just have to do your husbandly duties and make him well again." "Husbandly?" Michael faked being shocked. It was a good laugh, and they both had a great time. Warm air, cool water, hint of a breeze, moon overhead, and each other. After a fashion, they made it to a bench, and sat next to each other, gazing out into the water. Neither spoke for a long time. Justin inched over, threw his opposing leg over Michael, ending up in Michael's lap facing him. Resting on.......... "Well, you certainly aren't going to slip off my lap if you ensure that your pegged into place," Michael joked. "Dude, if I do any slipping here it's going to be while I'm IN your lap, not slipping out of it." "Hmmmmm," Michael considered. "Despite the fact that I'd love to hug you and take you right now under the moonlight, I think it best if we retire to my "abode", as you put it." Justin simply smiled, "See, my use of big words is rubbing off on you." "Uh huh," Michael said coyly as they got up and made their way back to the car....... It was a short trip back to Michael's. The car, it seemed, knew the way because neither Justin nor Michael could've told you how they actually were transported to Michael's. A quick dual-shower to wash any wayward sand down the drain, and they both were promptly dried and back into each other's arms. They were really just hugging, not making out or generating wild animal sounds, when Justin made one of his usual, obvious yet brilliant statments. "You know Michael, we've been through a lot: me not having been 18 yet; my getting through high school; our managing things between us and separately while being each others love - hey which is a lot!; it's been quite something........." "But.....?" Michael interjected. "You can't take me home anymore, Michael. Because I don't know if you feel exactly the same or not," and he took a big breath, "but I feel my home is where you are." "That doesn't mean I can't still go to my mom's home, stay there maybe, say hi, visit, I dunno, whatever.......... But my heart is yours and has been for longer than I can remember." "It's a stupid world at the moment, Justin," Michael continued for Justin. "If I could've married you, I would've already asked you. I just wasn't quite sure what to say, or maybe even how to say it. Dunno either, never said it or asked it before." "You're welcome to try if you want, Michael." "I know. I just wanted to make sure..........." Michael trailed off. "Uh, make sure of....?" Justin asked. "That.........." Michael tried to speak but was obviously too overcome with emotion to speak. Only his lips moved but no sounds escaped. Justin, as though he'd comforted people for a lifetime, pulled Michael in close. "What sweetie? What is it? You can tell me anything. It's ok............" "Well," Michael tried. "I wanted to be sure this is what you wanted. I'm older than you, and will be a doddling old man before you, and maybe even croak before you and leave you with no one. It's all good now while you're way young and I'm not too far gone yet. But I want what's best for you, despite how much I love you, no matter what that means." "Jesus, Michael. Have you been saving that one up?" Justin asked, but chided jokingly and smiled. "Yeah, kinda," Michael sniffled. Justin pulled Michael tighter. "Michael, the time I've had with you already is worth a lifetime of nothing else. Yeah, I've thought of that, too. But I don't care. And who the fucking hell k-n-o-w-s who will get sick and die early? or later? or whose time will come first? I don't, and even though you're smart, you don't either. So for heaven's sake, let's put this one to rest now, so that we never ever have to talk about this silly subject again. Ok?" He hugged Michael tighter, and rocked him. Michael was fairly sobbing at this point. He wasn't talking down to Michael at all. But, as they'd always had the magic of being able to do with each other, when one fell apart the other knew just what to say, how much smack to deliver, and how much care to put into the conversation to make it all alright. Michael had always loved that in Justin. And Justin the same with Michael. But at the moment it was Justin's turn to be the calm one, steer Michael back to the road of sanity and calmness, and tell him it would be ok, they would be ok. "Michael?" "Yeah?" Michael somehow managed. "I love you, you silly goof. And I understand. But hear me, ok? We'll both probably get old. We'll have a few arguments along the way. There will probably be some tragedies. There will be good times. We will see many beautiful sunsets, laugh at many jokes, toast events to our many friends, and if it's what you really truly want, have a whole life with each other. I know it's what I want. I care about you more than I thought two spirits could............" "Justin?" Michael sniffled a bit and sorta got his composure together. "Yeah?" Justin asked, brushing his own wet face a bit drier. "Were you saving that one up, too?" and Michael sorta laughed a bit as he said it. "Nope, totally spontaneous," Justin said. "Liar." "Yup." "Pretty damn good," Michael said. "Yeah?" "Yeah. That was pretty damned tough." Michael just shook his head. "That's one of the many things I like so much about you. You can be so flippant, so damn-it-all, but at the right time you just come up with whatever saves the day, cool, appropriate, and in a way that totally doesn't make me wrong. No one's ever done that for me before. Ever." "I had a good teacher," Justin smiled. They both smiled at each other and kissed lightly. Michael sighed, and spoke. "No one can perform any ceremony on this one. It's totally between you and me. So here it goes........ Justin, I don't want any other `life partner', I just want you. I love you so much that I'm so happy at times I feel I might burst. I......." Michael trailed off slightly. "I'm yours, I accept, full-on hell-yes," Justin returned. "You accept back?" "Oh hell yeah," Michael smiled. "Cool," Justin beamed. "Way," Michael said, beaming back. They kissed. "Well," Justin said, "that's it then." "Yup," Michael said back. He thought about it for a couple seconds, then continued. "So, how about a celebration with our friends and stuff? I mean, there's not actually a "married" thing we can do, per se, so it's just you and me. But I feel we should sort of like have a reception / celebration kinda thing. How's that sound?" "Yeah!" Justin squealed, "yeah, that'd be way cool, too. Woohoo!" Then Justin began laughing like he'd heard some good joke, except Michael hadn't said anything. "What?" Michael asked, begining to giggle too infectiously. "Honeymoon night!" Justin cracked up. Michael cracked up. "Well, prepare yourself, Justin. I also hadn't relieved myself all week, and all is now up to you!" "Aw geeze, looks like I'm up for the task," Justin guffawed, standing up to show his stretched-out boxers. "Yum!" Michael said, driving for the Shaft Of Life. Clothes were shed immediately, with Justin seated atop Michael, facing him. "Ok, we're not at the beach now. I do believe this is where we left off................." Justin panted, sliding once again onto Michael's readied manhood. Michael groaned, and kissed Justin profusely as he impaled himself with fervor onto Michael's waiting pleasure. Justin's intoxicating blonde hair bounced up and down in the moonlight coming in thru the blinds, making Michael all the more hot. He could see Justin's abs tensing and relaxing with each bounce. They were both very close. "Oh fuck, Michael! Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK OH F-U-C-K OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and he spasmed as his sperm ejected itself in volume from his pulsing boyhood, making Michael cum hard, deep inside his young lover. Both contracting and jerking and uttering non-sequitur words and phrases in an effort to express the intensity of their orgasms. "Damn. And on top of that you can cook," Justin panted, joking. "Damn. And on top of that you can spell," Michael quipped back quickly. They both cracked up, yet nearly unable to breathe properly. Somehow they both made it to the bathroom to clean up, and to Michael's bed. Once covered, they simply lay there, arms draped across each other, each with eyes closed by not sleeping by any means. The importance of the life-changing events they'd just set in motion was sinking in for both of them. And if each could've looked at the other at that moment, they would've each seen each others smiled.