Chapter 27 Part V
Justin and Tony's Story
May 16, 2001
Written By: Justin Case
Edited By: Ed
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I must have fallen into a deep sleep, because the next thing I knew I could hear the baby crying. My head was in a fog, I had forgotten for a brief moment what had happened. I rubbed my clenched fist against my eyes, trying to focus my sights. I reached my right arm out for Tony. He wasn't there, that's when I remembered what had happened. Damn, that frigging nephew of mine had some lungs, his wailing was pulverizing my eardrums. I quickly glanced at my clock radio, the large red numbers read 4:45AM. My heart began to race; I worried about Tony, and wondered where he was.
I flung the blankets off me; I was still fully dressed. I climbed out of my bed and staggered out of my bedroom and across the hall to the baby's room. I heard Sarah stirring in her bedroom. I picked up little Phil and cooed at him. His small body was so warm, I held him close to my chest as I rubbed my face against his soft pudgy cheeks. He smelled so sweet; the aroma of baby powder clung to my nostrils.
"He's hungry, he fell asleep early last night without eating," Sarah explained, her voice sounded as exhausted as she looked.
I handed him to her and nodded my head. I rubbed my fist into my eyes again as I slowly walked up the hall. I hoped Tony had taken refuge on the sofa, but was too afraid to hurry, for fear he wouldn't be there. As I rounded the corner of the hallway, I heard his breathing. I was so relieved.
I stood in the entranceway to the living room; I could see his body stretched out on the couch. His right arm was over his face. I could see his dark hair on the pillow and the afghan across his body. It was a little too dark to see him in detail, but I knew by the sounds of his breaths, it was him.
I stood silently watching him. I felt so bad. I was mad at myself for having sex with Wendell. At the same time, I was confused about why I couldn't seem to be satisfied with just one guy. I didn't know if I could ever be faithful. Yet, at the same time, I loved Tony. I couldn't seem to understand my feelings.
He began to stir; he moved his arm away from his face. I could tell he had opened his eyes, because the hallway light reflected in them. I just stood leaning against the wall that separated the foyer and the front room. I watched him as he held his arms open to me. I felt the tears in my eyes.
"Come here, you shit," he whispered across the room.
I went to him; I knelt down at the edge of the couch. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and I could make out his face. His smooth cheeks, his bright white smile, and those luscious brown eyes with the long lashes batting at me caused me to cry harder. I bent my head down so I could lay it next to his on the pillow. He put his hand on my head and rubbed it.
"I love you, Justjust. I really do. I wish I could have you all to myself, but I know that is never going to be the way it is. It doesn't make it any better though." His voice trembled, while he stroked me on the head.
I put my arms around him, and pulled him closer to me. I could feel his smooth bare chest as my arms clung to him. My eyes flowed like fountains; the tears ran down my face onto his warm body. I held my head against his breast and listened as his heart beat in my ear.
"Justin, I have to admit, Wendell is a great looking guy. Hell, I wouldn't mind doing him. I would rather do the both of you though. I wouldn't do him alone. I just feel too much in love with you," he whispered to me.
What did that mean? I pondered his statement, and digested it in my brain. I guess he was saying to me that he loved me, and that he found Wendell attractive, but wanted to be with me only. Unless it was with me, then it would be all right for him to be with Wendell.
"Tony, I don't know what comes over me. I just can't seem to control myself. I love you, and I love you more than I love anyone I have ever known. I guess I just don't know how to do it right." I cried harder, as I held his tender body close to my head while I knelt alongside him.
"I don't know who decides what is right and what is wrong. I just know that I love you. I just hope that in the future you let me know before you decide to fuck around. I might like to be a part of it." He chuckled devilishly as said it.
I contemplated that. I churned it around in my head. He was right. Some of us just can't help ourselves, but it didn't mean we didn't love. It just meant we loved differently. I finally tilted my head and looked into his eyes. He reached his left hand down and wiped my tears away.
"I love you, Little Buddy, the best way I know how," I said, then kissed him.
I heard Sarah's footsteps as she came up the hallway. I became aware of her presence in the room with us. I stopped kissing my lover and turned my attention to my darling sister. She looked ragged, her hair was a mess, and the baby held onto her tightly.
"Don't you two lovebirds have your own bedroom? I need to feed this monster. I'd like to be able to lie on the couch, I am so fucking tired," she stated, without room for argument.
"Gee, Sarah, all you had to do was ask," my voice still shaky from crying, I said.
"I'm sorry. Trouble in Paradise?" my loving sister wisecracked.
"Nunya," I said, as Tony moved to get off the couch.
She let it drop, as we left her alone with the baby and headed to our bedroom, hand in hand. I loved holding Tony's soft warm hand. He practically pulled me to our room. I knew what he had on his mind, and I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
"So what did you and Wendell do?" he asked, his voice sounded so serious, as he unbuckled his belt.
"Huh?" I played with his head.
"You and Wendell. What did you do? I want details." He chuckled, and then said, "That way I can fantasize about it, while we do it." That's when he broke out in a full laugh.
"Really?" I asked him, with some curiosity.
"Yep, he is cute. I told you I wouldn't mind doing a threesome." He was serious.
I gradually took my clothes off, while I watched him undress before me. I took each article off with an exaggerated purpose. My mind raced with thoughts of having Tony and Wendell together. I felt my cock as it began to swell in my underwear. I gazed at my younger lover, as he slipped his white boxers down his smooth muscular thighs. I noticed his cock was beginning to wake up. I stared at his long slender dick as it twitched over his balls.
I walked around the bed, and took him in my arms. I kissed his mouth; I bit at his lips, as I caressed his back with my hands. I drew his naked body to mine; I slid my tongue into his mouth. I visualized him and Wendell, as I pulled him to the bed.
I held him close to me as I told him all about Wendell and me. I fondled his hard cock in my hand while the words flowed from my mouth. I told him how Wendell and I fucked. I described it in every detail; I didn't leave a thing out. I could tell by the way that his dick pulsated in my hand that he was excited. His pre-cum flowed like a river, and I used it to my advantage as I rubbed the head of his cock in my hand.
I felt his hips as they tensed with my strokes. I wanted to taste his cock in my mouth. I had to feel his throbbing dick on my tongue. I lowered my head to his steaming hot pole. I slid my lips over his swollen cock-head. I grasped his dick in between my lips as I pushed my mouth all the way down his smooth hard prick. I could smell his sweat.
He grabbed the back of my head, and thrust his dick deep into my hot wet mouth. I clenched my hands around his thighs, I felt his muscles tense as he pumped his long hard dick into my throat. I began to gag, my eyes watered, so I relaxed the back of my throat to take his cock all the way into my mouth. I swear to God, I felt the head of his cock, as it began swelling with every burst of cum that shot at my tonsils. Shot after shot of hot thick cum slithered off the roof of my mouth onto my tongue. I tasted his bitter-sweet juices; I couldn't stop. I wanted more. I kept sucking his hot hard cock deep into my mouth. His hips bucked wildly, as he tried to pull my head off of him. I didn't want to let him go; I couldn't stop sucking at his cock.
"ST-ST-Stop, hehehe," he yelped, as he finally managed to free his hard dick from my wanton mouth.
I felt my dick as it gushed its load onto the sheets beneath me. I couldn't move as my cum shot out of me, my dick tingled with every burst of hot sticky cum. I rubbed my cock against the bedding as I came. I tried to push my dick through the mattress; the feelings in the tip of my cock were intense.
"Wow," he said, his voice and breath labored.
"Yeah, wow," I gasped.
"So what do you think?" he asked.
"I love you," I whispered up to him, my head still at his crotch. My tongue continued to lick his cock clean.
"No. I mean about Wendell, you, and me?"
"Are you serious?" I asked, knowing he was.
"I don't know. What if he doesn't want to?" I asked, concerned that it could hurt Tony's feelings.
"Shit, he's as horny as you. He'll jump at the chance. Besides, I want to fuck him," Tony confessed, as he pulled me up so I was lying beside him.
"You think?" I asked, innocently.
"I hope," he said and then laughed.
"I've corrupted you," I stated.
"Bullshit!" His animated voice cut through the darkened bedroom.
"You're serious," I half asked, half said.
"Yep, I am. I would love to have him and you at the same time. I never did a threesome," he admitted to me.
"How do we do it? I mean, what, do I just say, `By the way, Wendell, Tony and I want to do you?' or what?" I inquisitively wondered out-loud.
"No. He's here the day after tomorrow, I'll skip school, and don't worry, I'll set it up," Tony said, convincingly.
"Are you sure?" I asked him, I couldn't imagine, but yet, thoroughly intrigued by the idea.
"Trust," was all he said, as he moved his mouth to mine and kissed me gently on the lips.
I looked at my clock; it was six o'clock. I flicked my tongue in his ear, and then I blew into it. I rubbed my body against his, I felt his warmth. I was tired and knew I had to work early. I began to nibble on his ear lobe. I was tired. I drifted into a pleasant sleep, holding my lover in my arms.
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