Date: Thu, 04 Mar 2004 13:16:20 +0000
From: jtoxic@comcast.net
Subject: WHY ME?  Chapter 4

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WHY ME? (Chapter 4)
by Jtoxic


The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of Logan's parents
leaving for work.  His dad ran a construction business and often left
quite early for the office.  They reminded Logan to pick up a few
things from the grocery store.  Since it was considered
"inappropriate" for us to sleep together in Logan's room, I slept in
the adjacent guest room.  If they only knew what went on before I
ended up in the guest room...

Noticing it was barely 7:00 AM, I tried to go back to sleep.  A couple
of minutes went by and I heard the door to my room being opened
quietly.  It had to be Logan so I pretended to be asleep.  He sat down
on the bed lightly.  I felt his hand brush against my ribs and across
my bellybutton.  Then he gently rested his hand on my stomach.  The
warmth from his hand sent a tingling sensation to my groin. Strangely,
I didn't have a morning hard-on but Logan's touch was enough to get
one going.  I felt my dick stiffening under the boxer briefs.  He
moved his hand down and gave my dick a delicate squeeze. Not wanting
to appear I was "easy", I rolled onto my side, facing away from him.
He climbed in behind me and pressed his body against mine. He was warm
and very hard.

"Wake up, sleepy head," he whispered into my ear.

I playfully pushed my butt against his boner, causing him to let out
one of his 'little noises'.  Before I could protest further, his hand
was in my underwear grasping my dick and balls.

"We need to get up.  I told Megan I'd give her a ride at 8," Logan
explained.

I could have laid there forever with him holding me close to his body.
But I felt... jealous.  Megan was one of the girls from school he went
out with.  I knew Logan and I weren't boyfriends but I wanted him for
myself.  The thought of sharing him with a girl suddenly became
unbearable.  It didn't make sense, but then nothing seemed to make
sense anymore after yesterday.

I pulled his hand away and sat up. Logan thought I was still playing
and tried to reach for my crotch again.  I got up and walked briskly
to the bathroom.  There was a mirror covering almost the width of the
wall facing me.  My dick was still semi-hard as I stood over the
toilet.  Entering the bathroom, he studied my reflection in the
mirror.  He maneuvered his way behind me and held my dick just as I
was starting to piss.  I always hated that because it's very difficult
to pee with someone holding your dick.  By the time my bladder was
empty, I was hard again from Logan's fiddling. I flushed the toilet
and tried to take my briefs off before getting into the shower.  He
wouldn't let me.  Instead, he pulled me over by the sink and pinned me
against the counter.  He lowered the front of my briefs until it was
just below my balls and held me there.  Logan was a little taller so
his chin rested comfortably on my right shoulder.  Satisfied that he
could see everything in the mirror, he started to jerk me off.

"Don't..." I said softly but with a serious expression.

He took his eyes off my dick and looked at me.

"Why not?"  He seemed concerned.

I had never said no to him before; it was as much a surprise to me as
it was to him that I told him to stop.

"Do you ever think about why we do this?" I asked.

He paused for a few seconds before replying, "Because it's fun and
I... like it.  I won't if you don't want me to."  Suddenly, he looked
sad.

Unlike me, Logan seldom expressed his feelings or showed his emotions
openly - even when we were alone.  I never expected to hear him say he
liked what we did.  Part of me was happy that he did but I also
wondered if I had asked the wrong question.  The last thing I wanted
to do was to put Logan through what I was going through.

"No!  I like it too," I quickly replied.

Upon hearing that, he was back to his assertive self again.  He began
massaging my shoulders and said, "We both like it so quit worrying..."

"Yeah," I replied with my head hanging low.

He didn't seem to have any problem dealing with it.  Maybe he already
knew and accepted his sexual orientation.  But is he bi or... gay?
The mere thought of bringing up the "g" word in our conversation
scared the hell out of me.  So I improvised.

"Do you do it with other guys?" I asked, avoiding eye contact.

Taken aback by my question, his hands suddenly stopped massaging my
shoulders.  I looked up in the mirror and noticed he had a wide grin
on his face.

He moved his face next to mine and whispered, "You're the only one.
Ok?"

When I was 13, I showed my dick to another guy in a truth or dare.
That was the only other time anyone had seen my dick up-close (aside
from doctors).  I guess that meant Logan was my 'only one' as well.
Feeling kinda happy, I nodded and blushed.

"Can I play with this now??" he whispered again.  He wasn't really
asking for permission.  I had lost my hard-on during our little chat
but his hand was already playing with my dick again.

I shrugged as he continued rubbing my dick back to its erect state.
Then I felt his left hand grabbing my balls.  The warmth from his hand
sent a new sensation through my body and he began jerking me off in
earnest.  After a few minutes, I spurted a few strings of cum over the
sink.  I wasn't really into it because my mind was going back and
forth about what we had just discussed.  Nonetheless, an orgasm is an
orgasm - it felt great!

After recovering from it, he led me into the shower.  For the first
time, I wondered what it would be like to give someone a blowjob... or
to get one.  Logan and I had never done it.  'Will he let me?  Will he
like it?'  While I was soaping him up, I kept trying to think of a way
to ask him.

He was leaning against the wall in the shower as I jerked him off.
Since I was kneeling on one knee in front of him, his dick was very
close to my face.   Several times, I took a deep breath and almost
went for it.  I started to tremble in nervousness.  Luckily, the water
from the shower splattering on my back masked it.  Then, as if to put
me out of my misery, Logan tensed up.  He was cumming.

We got dressed and rushed out of the house - he was running late for
his 8 o'clock rendezvous with Megan.  He made me leave because of
Megan!  *sigh*



Logan dropped me off at my house around 7:40 AM.  It felt strange as I
had not been up that early for the past month or so.  The morning air
was surprisingly refreshing.

I went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk just as my mom walked
up to me.

"Morning, dear.  Special plans for today?" she asked, indicating I was
up early.

"Nah, Logan had to give some girl a ride at 8," I grumbled.

"Oh, ok.  Your father and I are attending a dinner function tonight.
Will you be..."

"Sure, mom.  Have fun!" I interrupted.  She was about to ask if I
could get my own dinner.  I've had dinners by myself or with friends
more often than with them so I don't know why she bothered to ask.  I
always dreaded the silence whenever we had dinner together anyway.
Somehow, I don't think eating at the dinner table in silence counts as
spending quality time together.

Back in my room, I looked at the time on the wall.  It was almost 8:00
AM.  Logan gave me the projection alarm clock on my birthday last
year.  He has one just like it in his room.  As I thought about him
and what he meant to me, images of him and Megan kept popping into my
head like a nightmare.  Without realizing, I picked up a CD from the
computer desk and threw it across the room, hitting the red numbers on
wall.  The case disintegrated on impact.  It was my favorite Eminem
CD!  Fuck!  Logan and Megan... Megan and Logan... aaaahhh!  It was
driving me nuts.  I decided to go online and frag people instead,
before I destroyed more of my CDs.

In the middle of a frag fest, the phone started ringing.  There's no
"pause" button in a multiplayer game so I had to watch myself being
blown to pieces by a newbie.  I glanced over to the Caller ID display
and saw it was Rick.

'Damn it, Rick!' I said to myself before answering.

"Hey," I greeted.

"What's up, Jono?!" Rick said in all his cheerfulness.

"Nothing.  You just got me blown up by some dumb ass newbie!"

We played online together quite often.  He laughed, knowing he had
just ruined my game.

"Can I come over?"

"Yeah, sure.  Where ya at?"  From the background noise, I knew he
wasn't at home.

"7-11.  Don't worry, Sean's not with me," he snickered.

"Alright, get your ass over here then!" I said, pretending I didn't
hear Sean's name being mentioned.

The 7-11 store was right near the park so it would take Rick less than
5 minutes to get to my house.

I looked at the time and realized I had been playing online for nearly
3 hours!  It felt like only 30 minutes ago when I started.  Once
again, the clock reminded me of Logan and I wondered what he and Megan
were doing at that moment...  Man, I really need to get a new clock!

I decided to change since I was still wearing the shirt and jeans from
last night.  I stripped down to my birthday suit and put on a fresh
pair of boxer shorts.  Unable to decide what to wear, I headed to the
kitchen to get something to drink as I was thirsty.  I unlocked the
front door on the way so Rick could let himself in.

Moments later, the door bell rang.

"It's open!" I yelled from the kitchen, wondering how Rick could've
arrived so quickly.

"Hello?" a man's voice boomed into the house through one of the
windows.

I was still standing at the fridge, in my underwear, trying to pick
something to drink.  I quickly turned around and went to the door to
see who it was.

Without realizing I was half-naked, I opened the door.  It was a FedEx
guy delivering a package for my dad.  He was wearing some cool shades.

"Good morning.  Can you sign here please?" he pointed at the pad he
was holding.

I felt his eyes checking me over behind those tinted shades and
suddenly became intensely aware of my nakedness.  I quickly signed the
pad.

"Thanks," I said, as he handed me the package.

"Thank YOU!  Have a nice day!" he replied and left.

I left the door open and threw the package near the stairs where my
dad would notice when he returned.  Walking back to the kitchen, I
started thinking about the FedEx guy.  Was he really checking me out?
Nah!!  But had he made a pass at me, would I...?? SHIT!  Realizing
what a sicko I was for thinking that, I mentally slapped myself.  'I'm
REALLY not cut out for this "being gay" stuff.'  Not only was I
totally confused about everything, I was beginning to look at everyone
with a dick in some sick sexual way!  I grabbed a Pepsi and ran back
to my room.

Rick walked in just as I was removing a shirt from the closet.

"You done whacking off yet?" Rick jested when he saw me standing there
in my boxers.

That's what straight guys were supposed to say to one another in that
kind of situation.  (I wonder what gay guys are supposed to say...)

"No, you wanna do it for me?" I threw the standard reply back at him.

Then silence.  (Did he say YES in his mind?  If he... Would I...?  Oh
for fuck sake, STOP IT!!!!)

"You feel like going to the mall today?" he asked.

"Sure, let's go," I replied hurriedly, so as not to give myself any
time to look at Rick and think about sick stuff, or rape him with my
eyes again.

We got up and left.

It was about a 15 minute walk to the mall.  We couldn't skate there
because they were very strict about having no skaters anywhere near
it.  Halfway there, Rick told me his parents would be getting him his
own car when school began in fall.  He was really excited because it
meant he could go anywhere with Stefanie.  He didn't mention us being
able to go anywhere. *sigh*   I was happy for him, but I also figured
he probably wouldn't have time to hang out with me then anyway.

We arrived at the mall and slowly strolled by each store, heading for
the arcade.  We came up to a hobby store and stopped to look at the
display.  There were a bunch of stuff up front; the latest games,
techno toys and gadgets.  When we looked up, we saw a huge RC airplane
suspended in mid-air, turning ever so slowly.  It wasn't there when we
were at the mall last week.  It was a WWII Japanese Zero.  Rick seemed
captivated by it.  I knew he had a great interest in WWII airplanes
because he told me all about them during our Outward Bound trip (when
he wasn't busy talking to Stefanie).  His dream was to fly a WWII
plane one day.  I remember telling him I would shoot down his clunky
old plane with an F-16.  He looked at me in horror, as if I had said
something sacrilegious to the Pope.  I had no idea why I said it; I
was barely 14 then!

He preferred WWII German planes but at the moment, he was drooling
over the Zero like it was Stefanie standing naked in front of him.

Knowing he probably wanted to go in anyway, I said, "Let's go in."

He was inside admiring the plane from every angle before I realized he
wasn't even standing next to me anymore.

During the past month, Rick spent a lot of time with me because
Stefanie was off visiting with relatives in Europe.  Rick knew I
didn't like Sean so he would call me up to hang out at the mall or the
water park by ourselves.  Sometimes Sean would show up at the last
minute (probably because Rick told him to) but I'd make an excuse and
refuse to go.  Rick figured it out and stopped inviting Sean whenever
he wanted to hang out with me.  I probably put him in tough spot
because he and Sean were good friends.  It wasn't that I wanted to be
alone with Rick - I simply couldn't stand listening to Sean if I
didn't have to.


"THAT is awesome!" Rick remarked with his eyes drooling on the Zero.

With all the confusion and sick things going on in my mind, I thought,
'What better way to forget everything than by spending my dad's
money?'

I moved quietly away from Rick and walked towards the middle-aged man
behind the counter.  He looked like he was the owner of the store.

Noticing my approach, he greeted me and asked, "Is there something I
can help you with?"

I checked to make sure Rick wasn't looking and pointed at the Zero.

"How much is that?"

The store owner told me it was $140 for the kit, but the motor,
battery and radio controller would be extra.  He suggested I bought
the kit and put it together first.  Then he would look the plane over
to make sure it'll fly.  After that, we can buy the rest of the stuff
and he'd help us put the whole thing together.  I guess he knew we
needed help with it.  (It was either that or he thought Rick and I
were cute...)  I thanked him and walked back to where Rick was.

Standing behind Rick, I said, "Let's get it!"

"What??" Rick turned around bewildered, but excited.  He stared at me
intently to see if I was serious.

"We can build it together!" I said, trying to match his excitement.

"Yeah, but..." he started saying.

"Don't go anywhere!"

I headed for the ATM machine.  Cool, there's no line.  I whipped out
my trusty card and punched in the PIN number.  'How much do I need?'
I figured $160 ought to cover it.  I added $20 for food and stuff.  My
parents spent more than that every meal so why should they care?  1-8-
0 <Enter>.  Grabbing the cash it spewed out, I ran back to the store.

Rick followed me with his eyes, still wondering if I was really going
to buy the Zero.  It wasn't until I handed the money over that he
finally joined me at the counter.

"Are you crazy?" Rick whispered, but he had a huge smile on his face.

"Why not?  It'll be cool putting it together!" I smiled back.

"Sweet!" was all he managed to say.

He was bursting with excitement and couldn't wait to get his hands on
what's inside the huge box.  He wanted to take it home immediately.
The Zero had a wing span of over 4 feet; we needed a pretty big
surface to work on it.  Rick suggested we used the old beat up dining
table in his basement.  I only nodded in agreement because he already
seemed to have everything worked out in his mind.  We took a cab to
his house since it was a lot farther away from the mall than mine.

The moment we arrived, he disappeared with the box into his basement.
He didn't even wait for me!  It was as if his house was on fire and
the box was the only thing in the world that could save it.  Seconds
later, Rick was already into the content of the box.  All I heard was
"wow" and "cool" as he examined every piece.  I had never seen him so
excited over a toy before... and he's older than me!

Just as I was about to join Rick in his excitement, I saw Justin
sticking his head into the basement for a peek.  He was standing a few
steps up from the bottom of the stairs - almost as if he was forbidden
to enter the basement.  Justin is Rick's younger brother.  Even though
Rick and I have been friends for some time, I had never talked to
Justin.  They didn't get along so it was like an unwritten rule which
said I couldn't talk to Justin because I was Rick's friend.  They
fought so often that their mom even threatened to throw them out if
they didn't stop.

Whenever I came over to their house with Rick, Justin would run
upstairs to his room or go outside and play with his dog.  He avoided
Rick and me at all costs.  Several times though, I thought I noticed
him glancing at me before taking off.  I didn't think anything of it
since I was Rick's friend, and his 'enemy' was my enemy.  Until now...

For the first time, Justin looked directly at me and I actually saw a
smile.  He quickly turned his head and focused on the box Rick seemed
to be totally engrossed in.  His eyes widened.

He was finally standing still long enough for me to look at him.  He's
almost 15, about 5'8", 125 lbs.  He had on a white t-shirt and navy
blue shorts.  Like Rick, he had brown hair and blue eyes.  My mind
started to chant, 'He's so cute!'

Realizing what I was doing AGAIN, I quickly snapped out of it.  Justin
hadn't moved since Rick was too busy with the Zero to notice him
standing in the stairwell.

All of a sudden, as if someone had taken over my brain, I said out
loud, "Hey Justin!"

Surprised I had said something to him, Justin looked briefly at me and
lowered his eyes.

"Hi!" he answered shyly.

His voice almost knocked me over.  It was the cutest thing I'd ever
heard - even if it was only one syllable!

Immediately, Rick stood up straight and looked around.  Having found
his target, he glared at Justin.  It was enough to make Justin
disappear up the stairs.

'Damn!  Why did I do that??  Now he's gone!'  I cursed myself.  I
turned to look at Rick but his attention was already on the Zero
again.

"What's up with you and Justin anyway?" I asked, rather annoyed that
he had taken away the chance for me to talk to Justin.

"He's an IDIOT!" Rick yelled, telling me it wasn't open to discussion.
Then he said, "Let's get started!"

'Oh well,' I said to myself and joined Rick in examining what's in the
box.

There were several sheets of paper outlining all the parts and how
they fit together.  It looked like we'll be spending a lot of time
putting the Zero together.  We laid out all the big pieces on the
table to resemble what was depicted in the instructions.  There were
still a million smaller pieces which we had no idea where they were
supposed to go.  We put all those back in the box.

It was close to 1:00 PM and I was getting hungry.  I told Rick I'd pay
for a pizza.  He reluctantly left our 'assembly area' to order it.  I
took the opportunity to go outside and stretch my legs.  Rick joined
me and we sat under a shaded area near the pool to wait for the pizza.

While we were talking about what color the Zero should be and where we
were going to fly it, we heard the pizza guy pull up.  We went inside
just as the door bell rang.

Justin ran downstairs, probably thinking it was one of his friends and
opened the door.  When he saw Rick with me and the pizza guy at the
door, he gave me his usual 'glance and run' routine.  He took double
steps up the stairs and disappeared.  I started to wonder what his
room looked like.  Rick's room was right around the corner on the
ground floor so I had never been upstairs.  I paid the pizza guy after
Rick got the pizza and went into the kitchen.  Rick returned with a
couple of sodas.  Without wasting any time, we started tearing into
the double-pepperoni with extra cheese pizza.

With each bite, I kept thinking about Justin.  The smile from his cute
little lips, his shy voice...

"Justin!  You want some pizza?" I yelled, hoping he would hear me.

Rick looked at me as if I had gone completely nuts for inviting his
little brother.  I didn't care - I needed MORE Justin!

"What??  It's only pizza..." I pleaded with Rick, trying to make it
sound like a good reason for inviting Justin.

Rick growled like he normally would when he didn't like what I was
doing.

I heard footsteps and then Justin appeared at the kitchen table!  He
put his hands into his pockets and stretched his arms.  I couldn't
help but smile at him.

Rick stood up, grabbed his soda, another slice of pizza and left for
the basement.  I felt bad but was powerless to say anything - my brain
had turned to jello with Justin standing there so close to me.

I looked at him and said, "Go ahead."

"Thanks!" he smiled and picked up a slice of the pizza.

He must have felt awkward standing there so he sat down across the
table from me.  I stared at him when he wasn't looking, absorbing all
the details the brief moment afforded.  I have never been so attracted
to anyone before.  I didn't think about sex, or love, or anything.  I
was simply drawn to him.  I wanted to be near him.  I had absolutely
no control over it.  Even the conflict inside me didn't seem to matter
anymore.

I'm not a shy guy and usually have no problem starting a conversation,
even with adults.  With Justin sitting there, I kept trying to think
of something to say but nothing would come up.  The silence was
unbearable!  I could see he was becoming uncomfortable too.

Finally, I managed to ask, "Did you see the plane we got?"

He looked at me and said, "Yeah.  Will it fly?"

He voice was more assertive and he looked somewhat serious - like he
was talking to a guy he had just met.  I guess in a way we did meet
for the first time.

"I hope so!" I replied with a smile.

He smiled back.

We were done eating so we stood up.  I had to think of something to
say before he disappeared again.

"Wanna help us build it?" I asked, holding my breath.

He thought for a moment.  Shrugging slightly, he started to say,
"Umm..."

I knew he probably didn't want to because of Rick, but I couldn't let
the perfect opportunity slip by.

"It'll be fun!" I added, motioning him to head for the basement.  I
hurried down the stairs, not wanting to give him a chance to turn me
down.

Rick was hovering over the table, arranging the wing frames and
fuselage.  When he saw Justin following behind me, he slammed the
piece of paper he was holding onto the table.

"He's not staying!" Rick shouted, pointing at Justin.

Rick had never been really angry at me before.  His eyes were filled
with rage and seemed to be accusing me of having stabbed him in the
back.  He looked hurt and angry.  I was very dismayed by his reaction
and several seconds passed before I recovered.

"Come on, Rick.  It's gonna take the three of us to put this thing
together... before school starts," I said as convincingly as possible.

He stared at me and then looked at all the parts on the table.
Without saying a word, he picked up the instruction sheet again.  I
took it that he was willing to let Justin hang around.  Rick probably
realized it was going to take a lot of work from us to get the Zero in
the air.  Also, they both went to the public school nearby, which
started a week earlier than mine.  We really didn't have that much
time.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I looked over to Justin.  He was standing
next to me motionless and emotionless.  I guess he was just as
surprised that Rick had agreed to let him stay.

"So... what do we do first?" I asked cheerfully, trying to ease the
tension.


To be continued....


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NEXT: Jono is THE Devil!

About names: Sorry I messed up a name in the last chapter.  I write
with their real name first and then do a search and replace when I'm
done.  Guess I screwed up and missed one.  It's easier for me to write
about them when their names correspond to what's known to my brain!

About this story: Not sure if I'm putting people to sleep, especially
with this chapter. Let me know??

Later! Jtoxic
jtoxic@comcast.net