Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2006 02:42:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Friedman Subject: Justin and Patrick This story involves sex between consenting guys. If, for any reason, your legal guardian/your Significant Other/the law would have any problems with you reading this, then it's best for you to leave now (and if you're one of those prudes who objects to gay sex in any form, then one wonders why you're here at this site in the first place). This story is completely fictional, and, as with any such work of fiction, any resemblance to any place, event, or person (living or dead) is purely coincidental. Copyright is to me, and may not be reproduced without my prior permission. Comments can be sent to me at forcewielder2000@yahoo.com (flames will just be ignored!) ~Mark ************* I was heading over to the house of a friend, Will Jones, who was my age (13). I arrived and knocked on the door. It opened to reveal his older brother Justin. Justin was 19, and I thought he was rather good looking. For a while I'd been wondering if I was gay, since I checked out girls sometimes and wondered what it would be like to have sex with them, but I found myself looking at boys as often, if not more, while wondering the same thing. "Hey, Patrick. Will's not here right now," Justin said, "but you can come in and wait if you want." "Sure," I said, and he let me in. I went in and sat down on a couch in the family room. I rubbed my left shoulder, which I'd somehow hurt a few days before. Justin came over and sat down next to me. "Shoulder hurt?" he asked, and I nodded. "Want me to rub it for you?" I nodded again, so he had me take my shirt off. He started rubbing my shoulder, and it felt really good. The next thing I knew I had a raging erection. Embarrassed, I tried to rearrange my pants so Justin wouldn't notice. But apparently it wasn't enough, because he soon said, "Well, it looks like your shoulder isn't the only part of your body that needs rubbing." "Wh-what?" I stammered out, turning bright red, but knowing he knew I was horny. He said nothing, but reached down and took off my shoes and socks. Then he unfastened and unzipped my pants before having me stand up. I numbly obeyed, and he pulled my pants and briefs down. I stepped out of them and stood there, as naked as the day I was born and with a 6 inch long boner sticking outward. He leaned over and took my dick into his mouth and began sucking. It was such an incredible sensation my legs began to sag, and I thought I was going to pass out, but he put his hands around my legs so that my butt rested down on his arms until I recovered a little. After several minutes he stopped sucking and pulled up. He took his own clothes off, and I found myself looking at a huge dick and balls. His dick was hard, around 9 inches long, and, like mine, circumcised. I couldn't help what I did next. Remembering what he'd just done to me, I knelt down in front of him, wrapped my mouth around as much of his dick as I could, and started sucking. "Mmmm, yeah," he said, running his hands through my hair. Several minutes later Justin pulled me up, turned me around and laid me down on the couch. He got onto me and kissed me. I started kissing back, and that's when something large and hard slipped into my butthole. I wanted to cry out in both pain and surprise, but with my lips locked with Justin's, all I could manage was a muffled yelp. I'd had enough sex ed by that time to have a pretty good idea of what had just happened. He broke off the kiss, and grinning, he said, "Relax, it'll soon feel good," as he began slowly thrusting his huge, hard dick into me. On one hand, the entry had hurt, but on the other hand, the continued thrusting felt kinda good, as attested to my own constantly throbbing dick. I did as he said and tried to relax, my body still bucking a bit at the intrusion in my butt. Justin wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. Justin was muscular and tall (6'3"), and while I was somewhat tall for my age (already 5'7"), I was somewhat on the skinny side. But that didn't matter, because at that point I wanted him as badly as he wanted me. We continued to couple for what seemed like forever. Just when I was beginning to wonder just how long this would go on for I felt a familiar pleasure in my groin, and I started ejaculating all over us. I'd masturbated before, and had come many times in the past year and a half, so I kinda figured this would happen, but I was unprepared for the load I shot out. Justin didn't even adjust his rhythm as he continued to use my butt to satisfy his own urges. Soon, I felt a mammoth load of semen explode into me. When he collapsed onto me after he was spent, we both took time to catch our breath. Suddenly we heard a familiar female voice gasp out, "Justin!!" Our heads jerked in the direction of the voice and found his parents and Will standing in the doorway, mouths agape, gazing at us in shock. "Uh-oh, busted," Justin muttered. He quickly got off of me, looking guilty. "Uh, hi," I said, turning beet red. That seemed to snap his family out of their shock, and his parents leapt into action. His dad charged over and grabbed him by the arm, hollering "Justin, with me, NOW!" while his mom, with Will trailing behind, came over and began fretting over me. I didn't know which to be more embarrassed over - that I'd been caught having sex or that I was now naked in front of them. But at least the nudity part didn't last too long, as Will and his mom helped me get dressed, not that I really needed their help. "Oh dear, oh dear," she kept saying over and over, wringing her hands. After I'd assured her for the umpteenth time that I was fine, she went off in search of Justin and his father. Will sat down on a nearby chair, staring at me, still in shock. "What?" I said nervously after a few moments, trying to break the eerie silence. "Dude, you screwed my brother," he said in a daze. "Uh, it was kinda the other way around," I said. "But still, you had sex with my brother." "Oh, like you've never wanted to have sex with someone?" I replied. "Yeah, but...a guy? And a much older one at that?" "He's not that much older than me," I said. "Besides, isn't there a bigger age difference between your parents than between me and Justin?" "Yeah, but still..." he said, his voice trailing off as he shook his head in disbelief over what he'd just seen. We could hear his parents' voices getting louder and louder as they yelled at Justin. While we couldn't make out most of what they were saying, we could tell they weren't too happy with him going around seducing children. I guessed they weren't used to the idea that people my age, while not yet adults, weren't exactly kids either. After a while, the three of them came back. Justin had hung his head, and wouldn't make eye contact with anyone. "Look," his dad said, "if you need anything...money or stuff..." "No, look, I'm fine," I said, feeling nervous and wanting very much to leave. I didn't know why I hadn't left earlier when I'd had the chance. "Really, I am." After enduring a few moments of their gazes, I said, "Um, maybe I'd better go now." "Maybe you'd better," Mr. Jones said, and I didn't need a second invitation, racing out the door. I hoped that Justin's parents wouldn't call mine to tell them what happened. At home I nervously jumped the first few times the phone rang, but by dinnertime it seemed that I was safe. While I was sure that they would accept the fact that I was gay, I didn't know how well they would handle the fact that I'd just lost my virginity to a 19-year-old guy. That night I dreamed that I was having sex with Justin in front of everyone I knew. I woke up to discover that I'd had a wet dream. As I changed into clean briefs, I felt rather embarrassed. My body seemed to be getting horny all the time, and it was because of that that I'd wound up having sex with Justin in the first place. Monday came around, and still my parents hadn't heard a thing. I headed off to school, thinking I was safe. But I got a lot of stares from many of the kids there. I was in the 8th grade, and didn't know why they were doing that, as it had never happened before. During lunch, my 12-year-old brother Craig, who was in the 7th grade, came up to me and dragged me off to one corner. "Dude, is it true?" he hissed. "Is what true?" I asked, puzzled. "That you screwed Will Jones's 19 year old brother?" "How did you hear that?!" "It's all over the place," he said. "So it's true?" I said after a few moments, "Look, I'll talk to you about it at home later if you want." "All right," he said. "And you'd better believe I do!" The rest of the day was rather slow, with me having to endure some more whispers and stares. Eventually I was able to make it home, and Craig practically pounced on me the first chance he got. "Well?!" he said. "Did you screw Will Jones's 19 year old brother?" "Actually, it was more like the other way around," I said. "So it's true. You did have sex with him," Craig said. "Why?" "It's not like I planned it or anything," I said. "It just...happened." "Man, I never took you for gay." I hadn't, either, really. Sure, I'd gotten horny off of the touch of a guy, and wound up willingly having sex with him. And I wouldn't have minded having sex with him again, but did that mean I was gay? I liked girls that way, but I liked guys that way, too. The next few days went by in something of a blur. Some people at school still whispered and stared. But my parents hadn't seemed to hear about it, until one evening they sat me down in the living room. In the room were Justin and his parents. "Patrick," my dad said, "your mother and I have heard a rather disturbing rumor about you. We'd like to know if it's true." "All right," I said, knowing what was about to come. "We've heard that you and Justin have had sex with each other. Is this true?" "Would it matter if I told you it was consensual?" I asked meekly. "Not really," my dad said. "Patrick, you're 13 years old. That's much too young to be going around having sex, especially with a 19 year old." "Says who?" I snapped back. "Says your mother and me, that's who," my dad said sternly. "We want you two to stay away from each other, understand?" Justin and I nodded; my feelings were hurt. Why couldn't they trust me to be the judge of who I could hang out with? I thought I was old enough to decide who to give my body to. After Justin and his parents left, I went into my room and flopped down on the bed, tears streaming down my face. I found myself falling in love with Justin, and I didn't want to be separated from him. *** Saturday, I was down by the river. After a few minutes, I found myself in a secluded spot. I sat down, only to be startled several moments later by Justin sitting down next to me. "Hey," he said, "saw you come in here and decided to follow you. Hope you don't mind." "Nah," I said, "but what if our parents find out?" "Unless they're keeping tabs on us or plan on walking in on us again, I don't see why they should know." He was quiet for a few moments. "I'm sorry they were all such jerks," he finally said. "Believe me, that wasn't what I wanted to happen." "I know," I said. "I'm sorry if I got you into any trouble." "It wasn't too bad," he assured me, "and for you, it was worth it." We sat there for a few moments in silence. Then he reached over, put his hand under my chin, lifted my face up, and kissed me gently. I grinned at him when he broke it off. "Care to pick up where we left off?" he asked. "Absolutely," I said. We were quickly out of our clothes. Once again he wound up on top as we started making out, our crotches grinding against each other. And once again his huge, hard dick was pushed into my butthole as he held me in his arms. He started sliding it in and out, and I moaned in pleasure, savoring the experience. It felt so right to me, like we were meant to be together like this, joined together in that particular way. Some people said that what we were doing was dirty - that two guys shouldn't be screwing each other. But I didn't care. How could anything that felt that good be wrong? Even though he was a lot older and bigger than me, our joining seemed so right. As Justin's dick continued to slide in and out of me, I was surprised that someone as big and strong as he was could be so gentle with me. I'd heard some of the girls at school talking about when they'd had sex with much older guys (oh, parents were so naive to think that their kids were sweet, innocent little people!). They'd always said that the guy would be boinking them like a jackrabbit, and they'd wind up with bruised hips for a week afterwards. But Justin seemed to be making sure he was being very gentle with me as he held me in his arms and thrust slowly into my butthole, going at just the right speed for me. After about 10 minutes, I started ejaculating all over us. His dick slid in and out of me for a couple more minutes before he emptied his own semen into me. Like the last time we'd had sex, it felt like a huge load. We laid there for a few moments before we realized we weren't alone. We looked over to see an old guy who looked kinda like a transient sitting nearby. "Didn't want to interrupt," he said. "It's all right," Justin said as I felt my face growing warm. "It's a good thing you're taking the boy under your wing," the man said to Justin. "Kids these days need to be shown how to do things. They need a mentor, a role model." "Yesssir," Justin replied. "Now, you two better get going, before your parents begin to wonder where you are." We got up, quickly got dressed, and headed home. Justin kissed me once more before we split up. Because of that, I was grinning from ear to ear, and I was glad to find my parents weren't home when I arrived, because I was sure they would ask what was up with me. Over the next few weeks Justin and I managed to meet many times for sex. We found that a good place for sex was actually at the utility room window at my house. Sometimes my parents would go to the store they owned or do some other errands in town, and that window offered a good view of the road they'd use to travel to and from downtown, and you could see a car coming along it several minutes before it arrived at my house. Justin had slipped me a walkie-talkie, which I would use to signal him when my parents and Craig were out. If he was available, he'd soon arrive, and we'd go into the utility room. I'd take my shoes, socks, pants, and briefs off and get up on a stool that would serve as both a method that I could look out the window to see down the road far enough and to get my waist on the same level as Justin's. The stool was small enough to be easily moved about, but wide enough to allow me to stand on it with my legs spread apart a bit. Justin would get behind me, pull down his pants, shove his dick up my butt, and slide it in and out of me. He'd put his arms around me, hugging me gently, nuzzle my neck, and sometimes play with my dick and balls. (Fortunately, it was a lot harder to see into that window than it was to see out of it.) I would contently stand there, my eyes half-closed as he'd thrust in and out of me, enjoying the feeling of his dick up my butt. After he'd come into me, if I hadn't come by then myself, he'd pull out of me, get in front of me, and suck my dick until I came into his mouth. Even when we had sex in a bed or on the floor, more often than not it was his dick that wound up getting shoved up my butt, rather than the other way around. He always made me feel so good when we had sex that way that I didn't mind being on the receiving end of a dick, rather than the giving end. I didn't just take his dick up my butt; occasionally I shoved my dick up his butt. We also sucked each other's dick from time to time. One day Justin and I met up downtown. He told me we couldn't have sex at his place because the family was at home. I told him we couldn't have sex at my place for the same reason. I though we'd have to go without, until his face lit up. "I know where we can go!" he said. "Come on!" I followed him to a jewelry store. We went around back, and he pulled out his keys. He unlocked a side door, and we went inside. He explained that the owner was a cousin of his, and that was why he had a key to the place. After he locked the door and checked to make sure no one was around, we went into a small room off to one side, where there was a bed. He shut the door with a grin, and we took our clothes off. I laid down on the bed, and he got on me, his crotch grinding against mine. Then, I quickly moved down a bit and shoved my dick up between his legs and into his butthole. "Whoa, getting feisty, are we?" he said with a grin. "What's the matter?" I asked, grinning back. "Not man enough to take me?" "We'll see about that," he replied. We laid there for a while, making love. It felt good having my dick sliding in and out of him. Hands and lips roamed over naked bodies. His semen soon started squirting out of his dick, coating us. That really turned me on, and before I knew it, my own semen was emptied into him. I pulled out of him, and we got under the covers. "So, why is this bed here, anyway?" I asked as I snuggled up to him and put my head on his strong, muscular chest. "My cousin has to stay here late sometimes when he's expecting a shipment of merchandise," Justin said, wrapping his arms around me. "This gives him a place to sleep while he's waiting. He lets me use it for sex when he doesn't need it." "Lucky for us," I said. I knew that he'd been having sex for a long time. We'd talked about it after the fourth time we'd had sex. He told me he'd started way back when he was 11 and had just hit puberty, when a 17-year-old girl his parents had hired to babysit him had wound up seducing him (though the way he'd told the story, I'd wondered just who had seduced whom). He'd had his first gay sex a month later, with the girl's 16-year-old brother. He'd enjoyed both experiences so much that he'd been having both straight and gay sex every chance he could ever since. His hand caressed my cheek for a moment before he put his arms around me. "You're so handsome," he said softly. "I'm glad you're willing to have sex with me." "Hey," I said, "I think it should be the other way around. I should be glad that you're willing to have sex with me." "And are you?" "Oh yeah!" I said with a grin. We laid there for a while, until I noticed he was horny again. I pulled the covers back, spread his legs apart, and got between them. Leaning down, I took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could and started sucking. "Mmmmm," he said, running his hands through my hair. I loved having his throbbing dick in my mouth, and I sucked contently for quite a while. I ran my tongue up and down his dick. After about 10 minutes of sucking, I grabbed the part of his dick that wasn't in my mouth and started moving my hand up and down. Within moments his hands grabbed the back of my head and he practically rammed the rest of his dick into my mouth as his semen started filling my mouth. A few moments later he sagged down, and his hands slid off the back of my head. I pulled up and spat his semen on the floor before laying down next to him. We laid there grinning at each other until we heard some sort of commotion out in the sales area of the store. Moments later the door leading that way burst open, and two masked gunmen barged in. They quickly spotted us. "Come on, you two!" one shouted at us as they grabbed us and hauled us out to the sales floor. There were a few employees, the ones who I assumed were the ones there to open the store up, being watched over by three other gunmen. Justin and I were unceremoniously shoved down next to the employees, who all shot quizzical glances at us over both the fact that we were there at all and our state of undress. One gunman told us they intended to rob the place clean and that we'd better not give any resistance (as if we couldn't figure any of that out ourselves). Moments later, a couple of cop cars pulled up out front, sirens wailing. The gunmen began muttering and cursing under their breaths, since one of the employees must have triggered a silent alarm. Soon other cops arrived, and a tense standoff started. I started shivering, only partly caused by cold. Justin slowly put his arm around my shoulders and held me. Before long negotiations began, and I wondered how long we'd be in here. But it seemed that the robbers were smart enough to figure out that they had no chance of escape, and surrendered. After the cops took the robbers into custody, cops were all over the store taking reports and interviewing us hostages. "Hey," Justin said to one cop, "can my friend and I go get dressed? Our clothes are just in the back room." "Sure, go ahead," the cop said. We went in and quickly pulled our clothes on. A short time later our parents arrived, and the cop Justin talked to went over to them, telling them something while glancing in our direction. Then our parents came over. "Son, I thought we agreed you'd stay away from him," my dad said to me. "Dad, I just couldn't help it," I said. He started to say something, but I held my hand up. "Please, hear me out. Justin...I...I love him, and he loves me. I know that's not what you want to hear, but it's true. And sure, you can certainly keep us apart for now, but as soon as I turn 18 I'll run away and move in with him. We'd rather have your permission," I looked at his parents and mine when I said that, "to be together." Our parents looked at each other for several moments. "We'll...talk about it," my dad finally said. **** True to my dad's words, our parents did indeed talk about it. Eventually they realized they couldn't keep the two of us apart, and it would be better for all involved that the accept the relationship. They decided that Justin could move in with us, and we could share the same room. Our parents pitched in together to get us a queen-sized bed. They found a bunch of information on gay relationships (including stuff on gay sex) and had us read them. That first night, when we crawled into bed together, Justin entered me, and we made love long and slow. He made me moan so loud I don't know how my parents and Craig didn't hear me. When we both finally came, we snuggled up together and slept that way, happy and together at last.