Date: Sat, 04 Nov 2000 22:08:15 EST
From: Nigel B <bluepeasoup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin and BJ - Installment 2

Justin & BJ
by Nigel

Notice: It's illegal to read this under the age of 18, but I don't mind.

This is my first time writing, so I hope you like it. Just so you know, it's
entirely fictional, but the characters are based on some guys I know.

Installment 2
__________

BJ and Justin froze. Who was home? Justin wondered.

"Holy shit, Justin, it's my mom."

"Ok," Justin replied. "It's your mom. Now what?" He stuffed his left leg
into the leg hole of his Marvin the Martian boxers.


"Um, I'm not supposed to have people over when no one's home! That's why I
told Seriate and Amy to leave so soon."


"What should I do?" asked Justin. He zipped up his jeans. They could hear
footsteps coming up the steps. BJ shoved the window open.

"Just climb down that tree. It's safe," he added, seeing Justin's dubious
expression. "I used it to sneak out during the summer."

Somehow, Justin wasn't very reassured.

"But..." he began.

"Go!" said BJ, pushing him towards the window. Slowly, Justin climbed onto
the sill and grabbed onto a fairly thick branch. He swung onto it.

"BJ... I'm not wearing a shirt..."

FWAP. His shirt flew out and hit him in the face. Justin hurriedly squirmed
into it and began his descent. He peered downward and felt very sick.

"Damn, I forgot I'm afraid of heights."

SNAP.

"Ohhh Shiiit!" He fell a few feet before catching hold of another branch. He
hung in shock for a moment before he realized he was 3 feet from the grass
below. He let go and barely landed on his feet, his knees weak with relief.
He dusted himself off and scrambled up the porch steps and rang the
doorbell. Leslie Jernigan answered the door.

"Yes?" she said, wondering why the boy had leaves in his hair.

"Uh, I'm here to see BJ," he stammered, blushing.

"Okay, come on in. I'm BJ's mom," she said. BJ thundered down the stairs.

"Hi Justin, what's up," he said. "Let's go to my room."
They went upstairs, and again, Justin sat down on BJ's bed, this time
feeling a little shaky.

"BJ," he said. "I'll never do that again!"

"Don't worry, I won't make you. Next time I'll hide you under the bed."
Justin couldn't tell if he was joking or what. BJ leaned over and picked the
leaves out of his hair. Justin stared at him for a moment.

"You never told me you were gay," he said.

"I'm not," BJ said lightly.

A cold feeling washed over Justin. "You're not?"

"Nope, I'm bi."

Relief flowed through Justin. So BJ hadn't been some horny straight guy
messing with him, just to get off. It had happened before.

"Well," said BJ, looking thoughtful, "you never told me you were gay
either."

"But... " began Justin.

"Nevermind that. I knew it anyways."

"How...?" stammered Justin.

"Nevermind that. It was just a hunch of mine. When you were laying on the
bed I couldn't help myself." He put his hand on Justin's leg.

"Er..." said Justin, at a loss for words.

Knock, knock, knock.

"BJ!" called a voice from behind the door.

BAM.

It flew open. BJ snatched his hand from Justin's leg just in time.

"Hey BJ! What's up! Oh, hi Justin, what are you doing here? Huh?" Dave
Lachey bounded into the room like an eager, overexcited puppy. Justin was
silent and looked on in quiet wonderment and fascination at how
large Dave's mouth was.

"Hey, what were you guys doing? Huh?"

BJ didn't answer, and neither did Justin.

"Ok, don't answer me, be that way." Dave sat down on the bed next to BJ and
pretended to sulk.

Dave was BJ's neighbor from across the street. He was tall and a bit skinny
for his 13 years, and had a huge mouth with pouty lips. He had large blue
eyes and scruffy blonde hair.

"Dave," BJ sighed finally. "What did you want?"

"Wanna shoot some hoops?" Dave asked excitedly. They agreed, went outside
and played basketball till Justin went home.
__________

The next day was Friday, and Justin, Seriate, and Amy were coming over to
BJ's house to work on the project.

"Wanna stay the night?" BJ asked him, with a mischievous grin that made
Justin's groin ache.

"Sure, if it's cool with my 'rents," he replied, wondering what exactly BJ
was planning. But he didn't find out till later.
__________

"What else should we mention? Do you think we should include something about
the French language?" Seriate picked up her pencil and twirled it.

"That could be cool," replied BJ.

"Ok," said Amy, "but does anyone know how to speak French? Besides Justin,"
she added as an afterthought.

"Hey!" Justin exclaimed; indignant. "I resent that! I can too speak French!
Listen, Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinque."

"Oh, tres bien," Seriate said sarcastically.

"Huh?" replied Justin, looking bewildered.

"I heard a French song on the High Fidelity soundtrack by Stereolab," said
Amy. "Its called Le Boob Oscillator."

"Le what?"

"Nevermind that. But maybe we shouldn't include the language unless it's
something that's not very complex... something like, 'Salut, ca va?'"

"What's that mean?" asked Justin.

"Hi, what's up, or something like that."

They worked for another hour without making any progress. Justin called his
mom and got permission to stay over.


"What do you wanna do?" asked BJ, once Amy and Seriate (who had winked at
Justin, making Amy wonder what she had missed) had left.

Before Justin could reply, the doorbell rang.

"Answer the door, Brandon!" his mom yelled from upstairs in her study.

BJ rolled his eyes, and muttered, "I think I know who that might be," before
opening the front door. As they both had suspected, on the front porch stood
Dave.

"Hey you guys!" he greeted them brightly.

"Come in, Dave," said BJ, holding the door open. They went upstairs.

"Hang on, you guys, just lemme check my mail," BJ said, flipping the switch
on his computer.
Justin went and sat politely on the bed, and Dave, all wound up,  pounced on
him and pinned him on his back on the bed.

"Rrrr." Dave bared his metal lined teeth. Justin socked him in the nose.

"Ow, bitch!" shrieked Dave, his usual low voice cracking. They pounded at
each other for a while, and Justin couldn't help thinking that Dave would be
a very energetic and enthusiastic guy in bed.

BJ finally pulled Dave off Justin.

"Sheesh, I can't even leave you all alone for two whole minutes."

"He did it," Justin and Dave said in unison, pointing at one another.

"He BIT me," added Justin. "And he's got a huge mouth too, full of sharp
teeth..."

"Oh, shut up," snapped Dave, looking a little hurt. Everyone told him that
he had a huge mouth. It was just that he never realized what good use it
could be put to.

They went outside and played basketball in the rain till Dave slid in some
mud and ended up with a mouthful of it.

"I just got this shirt from Abercrombie for fifty bucks," he complained. "My
mom will kill me."

Justin rolled his eyes and scooped up a glob of mud and flung it at Dave,
which hit his small ass with a splat.

"You bastard!" he wailed. "These pants cost me $75!"

"So wash them."

They went inside and into the basement. Dave stripped off his $50
Abercrombie shirt and his $75 pants.

"How do you work the washing machine?" wondered BJ.

"Easy," replied Dave. "Put the clothes in, put the detergent in, and press
the button."

"Uh, have you ever made a wash before?" asked Justin.

"No," admitted Dave, but they followed his instructions anyways.
They sounded good enough.

BJ and Dave, who was in his boxers and white socks, sat on the floor and
played Need for Speed while Justin sat behind them on the couch and amused
himself by daydreaming and flicking small paper wads off the backs of their
heads.

"Oh yeah!" went Dave, after BJ lost spectacularly to him. He stood up,
dropping his controller. "All hail the king Dave! Oof!"

BJ and Justin had mutually tackled him to the ground. BJ sat on Dave's bare
chest and covered the boy's mouth.

"Mmph," protested Dave, trying to struggle. BJ peeked out of at Justin the
corner of his eye.

"Go lock the door," he commanded. Justin ran off and returned grinning.

"Now what?" he said.

"Depants the victim," BJ replied. Justin smirked, took a hold of the bottoms
of Dave's boxers and slowly slid them off.

Dave had a boner. What was more was that it was quite large, almost 7 inches
and thick.

"Ok," said BJ. "Take off your pants and boxers and hold the victim down."
Justin willingly stepped out of his pants, and then his boxers, his boner
pointing skyward. He sat in BJ's place on Dave's chest, making sure that his
prick was almost right in Dave's face.
BJ went and knelt on the floor beside Dave, who was nearly in shock.

"Now for torture," said BJ. He grasped Dave's boner lightly in his fist and
stroked is upward softly and slowly. Dave squirmed, but relaxed when BJ
began beating him off. Justin watched for a moment, then turned again, so
his prick was in Dave's full view. He began stroking it.

Dave whimpered. It was almost too much for him to have someone beating him
off while Justin was masturbating right in his face. Justin took away the
hand that had been covering Dave's mouth once he was
satisfied he wouldn't scream. Dave groaned softly, and pushed away from BJ.

He squirmed out from under Justin and pushed him onto his side. Dave
positioned himself beside him, so they were in the 69 position. Justin
stared at Dave's large cock and slowly put his mouth on it. He felt
Dave shiver, and then put his own mouth on Justin's.

Justin almost screamed with pleasure. He had been right about Dave's mouth;
it was huge and his whole cock slid in and out of the hot, moist orifice.

BJ settled back onto the couch and nearly drooled watching the boys on the
floor going at each other. He dropped his hand to his own crotch and
wondered who would cum first.

Dave continued to buck his hips, sliding his large dick in and out of
Justin's mouth, making him gag.

"Oh SHIT!"

Dave came first, followed shortly by Justin, who had opened his eyes and
seen BJ watching silently from the couch, with his hand on his tenting
pants. Justin swallowed what he could of the boy's load, managing to dribble
some down the side of his face.
Dave managed to catch every drop of Justin's.
They both collapsed exhausted, with their limp dicks in each other's mouths.

"What a great show!" exclaimed BJ, leaping on top of them. He smacked
Justin's bare ass.

"Hey!" he protested, giggling.

Dave was silent for a moment, then he finally said breathlessly, "Oh my God
you guys, that was awesome!"

Bzzz.

"Oh, it's time to put your clothes in the dryer," said BJ.
They went and put the clothes in the dryer. Justin couldn't help wondering
why BJ had not taken his boxers off yet. Did he have anything to hide?
__________

"Well, it was fun, but I'm glad he's gone," said BJ, after Dave left. "Now
we're finally alone."

They called Papa John's and scarfed down 2 extra large pepperoni pizzas
while watching "Boogie Nights".

"Damn, that one guy had a HUGE dick," said Justin after the movie was over.
BJ didn't say anything. They scrambled up the stairs. BJ showed Justin to
the bathroom and gave him a couple of towels.

The bathroom had a large shower stall, and Justin stepped in under the hot
water and soaped himself up.

"I wish I knew why BJ seems insecure about me seeing him without clothes,"
he thought, lathering his hair and standing under the spray. The water
pressure was great.

The shower door opened, letting a bit of cooler air into the stall. Justin
finished rinsing his hair and turned around. He instantly got a hard on.

There stood BJ, his skin dewy from the steam. He was nude and his hard on
must have been at least 8 inches.

Justin's jaw dropped. Not only was it a long shlong, but it was thick and
had dark pubes around the base. It didn't point all the way north, only at
about a 45° angle. His gigantic balls hung a bit low beneath his pole.

BJ smiled shyly.

"Do you like what you see?" he said, wrapping his hand around it. Justin
could only stare.

BJ took the bar of soap and began scrubbing at himself, rubbing his chest.
Justin recovered and took the bar of soap from him.

"How in the hell did you get such a big dick?!"

"I was blessed, I guess. It might also help that I'm 15."

"You're 15?"

"I was held back in kindergarten."

"Oh," said Justin. He leaned in and kissed BJ softly and slowly on his lips.
They leaned closer to each other, liking the feel of the wet and soapy skin
sliding against skin, and of their hard cocks rubbing and grinding against
the other's.

Justin moved his soapy hand down and gripped BJ's abnormally large cock, and
slid his hand up and down. BJ allowed his own hand to grasp Justin's cute
ass cheek.
They stared at each other, nose to nose.

Justin moved BJ up against the shower wall and knelt before him, the spray
of water hitting his back. He leaned in and licked BJ's cock, then enveloped
it with his warm mouth. BJ shuddered, and looked down at Justin, who looked
back up at him with glazed eyes.
Justin tongued BJ's prick, and let his hand slide around to his bubble-butt.
He squeezed the right ass cheek gently and continued to suck while he peered
up at BJ, who had his eyes shut. He looked so cute and sexy, with his mouth
hanging slightly open.

One of Justin's soapy fingers found it's way to BJ's tight hole and slid in.
BJ's hips bucked involuntarily as Justin's finger hit his prostate.
Justin, pleased at the result, slid another finger in and pumped BJ's cock
with his other hand, letting it slide in and out of his mouth.
His fingers hit BJ's prostate again, and again BJ shuddered, gripping
Justin's shoulders and gasping audibly.

"Holy shit," BJ whimpered, his voice echoing.

He slid one more finger in, and BJ's cock jerked as he groaned and
plunged his hips towards Justin's face, sending his cock far down the boy's
throat. His balls tightened and drew up closer to his body as he began
ramming himself into Justin. He shot his load into his friend's mouth,
gasping and flushed with orgasmic pleasure. His dick slid out of Justin's
mouth, limp again, and he pulled Justin to himself roughly. He pressed his
body against the boy and kissed him, liking the taste of his own sweet jizz.
He and Justin held each other under the spray until the water suddenly ran
icy cold.

"Shit!" shrieked Justin, smacking BJ's ass with a wet hand, and bounding
out of the stall. He snatched both of the towels and ran down the hall to
BJ's room, laughing like a maniac. The door slammed and clicked.
BJ dashed after him, leaving small puddles of water soaking the carpet. The
door was locked.

"Justin, let me in, you bastard!" he yelled, pounding on the door.

"No."

"Please?"

"Nope."

He banged on the door again, and he could hear Justin laughing from the
other side.

"Please let me in," begged BJ.

"Hmmm," said Justin. "Only under one condition."

BJ began to get annoyed. "What condition might this be?" he snarled,
beginning to shiver. He was starting to get some major shrinkage.

"Only if you promise to be my love slave for the rest of the night," sang
Justin.

BJ stopped being annoyed and began to get turned on at the idea.
"Do you promise?" Justin persisted. He would have his way, or BJ would have
to stand naked and dripping in the hall all night, listening to Justin jack
off.

"Yeah, I promise," replied BJ, and the door creaked open.

"Good," said Justin, who was holding a tube of KY. "I'm glad you made the
right decision. Now first, Slave, dry off with this towel and then lay down
on the bed. I'm going to tie you down."

BJ's cock hardened in anticipation, and he began drying off.
__________

That's all so far, email me with comments if you liked/hated it, and want me
to continue or not.

(c) 2000 by Nigel