Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 12:53:59 EDT From: Justin69SK@aol.com Subject: Justin's Story Chap 25 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- April 19, 2001 Justin's Story Chapter 25 Part V ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ Justin and Tony's Story `Our Beginnings' Chapter 3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ Written By: Justin Case Edited By: Wayne _______________________________________________________________________________ _______ Disclaimer: You have managed to wander into a gay erotic site. I don't know how you got here, but if you want to leave right -click your mouse and `BACK' up. You must be of legal age to read this material. This story is about two teenage boys that fell in love; they are loosely based on my life. While it is written with `writer's privilege', it may have a ring of truth to it. This story is fiction; any similarity to real people, places, or things is pure coincidence. Copyright laws of the United States of America protect this work; the author thereto retains all rights. `Justin Case' is a registered trademark.-c-2001 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------- SoapBox-- Hey, it's that time again. The time for me to tell you all, how much I love you, and appreciate you reading my work. Last time, you remember I asked at the end of the chapter for your comments. I wondered whether to continue this story. I received many favorable letters and messages. I put the best one in my Dear Justin column, under fan mail. You can find my web site at http://Justinscorner.homestead.com and there you'll find my latest work, "Comedy of Errors" in my library. I have begun accepting other writers' works for posting on my site. If you'd like me to post something you wrote, send it to me for consideration. If you'd just like to send me a letter, my address is Justin69SK@aol.com. I can also be added to your buddy list. I have several message services: JustinCase on ICQ, JustinCaseBcuz on AIM, and JustinCase69SK@hotmail.com on MSN. If you still can't reach me with all those, look below. Starting this Saturday. April 21, 2001 at 10:00PM EST I can be found in my new chat room, created just for you. Come to TalkCity.com and enter chat, my room is Justin's Corner, hope to hear from you then! Oh, in keeping with my new tradition as a critic. Hehe! So many have written and asked, `what else is good to read on Nifty,' I will try my best to help you out. One of my faithful readers, Ben, reminded me of a story I started last Spring, called "For the Love of Pete". I revisited this great story written by Dewey. I hope you read it and send him a note. You can find it in the Nifty Archives, in the gay, high school section last posted April 7, 2001. Thanks for your love! As always, Just, Justin ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Over the next few weeks, many things happened. I enrolled myself back in high school in a program called `home study.' I was able to work during the afternoons. I had a tutor come in three mornings a week. I have to tell you he was a hunk. I couldn't wait for Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; my school days. You know, sometimes I think I am such a slut. I mean, think about it. I have had so many different loves in my short life. I wonder sometimes if I am in love, or if I just love to be loved? Am I too afraid to be alone? I really think, it may just be the comfort of having someone near that I crave. I couldn't help my thoughts about Wendell. Oh, I'm sorry, while I was rambling I forgot to tell you about my tutor. This guy was pure art; the angels had designed his body, I swear to God. Wendell stood about five-eight. He had the cutest face. You know the kind. He attracted both sexes. He had straight blonde hair, which he wore with some length. He combed it to the right and wore his bangs over his blue eyes. His brows, and the slight peach fuzz type mustache, were black. His nose was small, but perfect. He had the sweetest looking lips, that stayed a nice shade of red. He even had dimples. His arms and hands were smooth and free of hair, which set my heart on fire. While Wendell would be trying to tutor me, I would be thinking of getting him naked. I couldn't help myself. I was totally infatuated with him. I began fantasizing about him when I would be making love with Tony. The thoughts of Wendell seemed to make my sex with Tony better. I felt a little guilty. Well, we'll get into that later. For now, lets keep going with what else was happening in my life. OK, Sarah Jane moved in with us. She brought Phillip, the baby, too. Sarah had a part-time job at a restaurant called Larks. She worked four nights a week. Larks had a bar, and she was the bartender Wednesday through Saturday. I had gone to work for my Uncle Jim. He ran a painting business. I began learning the fine trade of painting houses. I have to tell you, I don't like heights. I don't even like being on a six-foot stepladder, never mind the twenty-four-foot extension ones for exterior work. Jim told me I'd get over it eventually. It was great working for him, because I could work flexible hours. It was just what I needed so I could finish school. Tony went back to school full-time during the day. He had to start over again as a sophomore, but didn't seem to mind. He was always happy-go-lucky, and attracted many friends to the house. When I would get home from work, he always had someone with him. He loved to play video games; he would play for hours on end. Usually, Sarah or I would do the cooking. She would cook dinner on Mondays and Tuesdays. I had the pleasure of doing it all the other days. I love to cook, as you already know. I'm sure I'll mention it again. I have this thing; I insisted that we sit down every evening and eat together. I guess I wanted to make sure the baby got a good upbringing. It worked out great, too, because Sarah didn't have to be at Larks until eight on the nights she worked. I usually got home from work about four-thirty, so, between our two schedules, we had time to prepare the evening meal. Yes, life was great. Until I began to fall for Wendell. I told you we'd come back to this. I don't know how, or when it happened. I just know we both seemed to be attracted to each other, and I wasn't complaining. Wendell was only nineteen. He had graduated high school and was in his first semester at Eastern Connecticut State. He was studying to be an English teacher, which we all know I have a flare for. He decided to take a job as a tutor to help offset his college tuition. I was his first and only student. I didn't mind that either. Many times we would just talk, leaving the schoolwork to be done by me alone. I really enjoyed the time we spent together, so I willingly accepted the arrangement. "Justin, can I ask you something?" Wendell asked, one Monday morning. "Sure," I told him. "How come you ran away?" He had opened the dialog. I spent the next hour telling him my whole life story. I went into great detail. I still don't know why. I just had to tell him. I felt compelled. I wanted him to understand me; I wanted him to accept me as I was. I couldn't help wondering if he would still like me after I had finished. I just kept going on and on. I sat at the dining room table with him next to me, and told him the whole unabridged version. I often checked his face for a reaction, to make sure I wasn't scaring him. He sat in the chair, at the head of the table and remained speechless. "So you are gay,." was the very first thing he said, when I was all done. He said it as a statement. He wasn't asking and he didn't seem upset. "Yes, I am. Does that bother you?" I shot my brown eyes towards his blue ones, trying to find something deep inside him. "No. I've had my experiences, too," he confessed, moving his eyes away from mine. "Really? Are you gay, too?" "I don't know. I just like other boys, but I like girls, too. I can't figure it out. I find a man's body so much more attractive. I love looking at another guy. It just seems like there is so much more to a male than a female." You could have knocked me off my chair with a feather. I was surprised, but not shocked. I had a feeling, but never expected his forwardness. I noticed that his smooth face began to flush a little. I could feel my dick beginning to grow in my pants. Damn thing has a mind of its own. "Do you still do any drugs?" Wendell asked, almost as if he was admitting he did. "I smoke a joint every now and then. You?" "Yeah, I smoke, too," he admitted, his voice sounded so soft and restrained. "I wish I had some now," I heard my voice say. "I do," he replied, almost in a whisper. He looked at me intensely. "Yeah, but you wouldn't smoke it with me," I said daringly. "I'd do anything with you, Justin." Uh oh, did I hear what I thought I heard? `Anything' Was it with all the connotations? I wondered to myself; hoping. I could feel my hard cock as it flexed itself in my tight underwear. I felt my balls as they began to tingle. God, I wanted him so bad. "Why don't we smoke it in my bedroom, in case anyone comes over. Sarah and Tony should be out for a while." I whispered to him. I stood up from the table; my hard dick was definitely pronounced in my tight jeans. I didn't care. Wendell's eyes fixed themselves on the bulge. I couldn't help but notice; he was sporting a bone himself. I quietly led him down the hall to my room. We walked in to my bedroom. On the left wall are two large closets that are separated, but side by side. The closets have louvered bi-fold type doors that are always kept closed. On the front wall of the bedroom, directly across from the door, are my two dressers; one is a wardrobe type, and the other is low, long, and narrow with a mirror mounted over the top. In the middle of the wall between the two bureaus is a window that looks out to the front yard. On the right side of the door, as you walk into my room, there is a night stand placed next to my queen-size bed. I have a lamp, a clock and a telephone on the night table. On the other side of the bed is another night table, it has a matching lamp. The bedroom furniture is solid cherry; it had been my grandparent's. There are two chairs in the room; one is between the closets, and the other is in the corner on the right side of the lowboy dresser. I sat on my bed; Wendell took the chair in the corner so he could use my bureau to roll the joint on. We chatted back and forth; you know, small talk. I grabbed one of the magazines I kept on my night table; it was full of naked men. My favorite reading material, especially for those long, lonely, New England, winter nights. Well, it's true. "You got a book or something I can use to clean the seeds with?" Wendell asked. "Here, use this. Just don't get it all sticky," I quipped as I handed him the dirty book. He rolled a joint with the pot he had kept in a small, plastic sandwich bag. He offered to let me smell the stuff, but I didn't. I mean, what did it matter what it smelled like, as long as I got high. I never understood why so many people seem so fucking caught up with the way it smelled anyways. Usually, you didn't get a chance to smell it until you have already paid for it; unless you knew someone who sold it all the time. We always seemed to get our pot in the city from the street vendors. It wasn't really the kind of place you could waste time examining the goods. Wendell finished rolling the joint, we lit it, and passed it back and forth. It wasn't bad; I got a buzz. I think I had too much on my mind to allow myself to get stoned, though. I noticed he kept reading the magazine, so I wasn't the only slut in the room. I laid back on my bed and stared up to the ceiling; `home study' was the greatest. "How do these guys do it? I mean, I don't think I could pose naked in front of a bunch of people. What was it like when you did it?" I heard him ask. He sounded so far away because of the effects of the marijuana. "Usually I was so fucking high on coke, I didn't give a shit," I told him. "How do these guys not get hard? I'd be fucking rock hard, if one of these twinks was sucking on my pole." "Not if you were all fucked up on coke. Shit, you're lucky you can find it, let alone have it get up," I reported, with all my vast knowledge. "I don't have that problem," Wendell bragged. "Yeah, but you got to have a big cock, not that little thing you have," I teased. "It's not that small," he defended himself. "Who you kidding? That little bulge in your pants. Shit, you can't be more than four inches," I continued to fuck with him. "You want to bet?" Bingo, the words I had longed to hear. Hehe, I knew it was coming. I couldn't wait now. I had to get his cock. I wanted to be on him like a second layer of skin. I sat up and looked him in the eye. I hadn't noticed when I was lying back in my bed; but he had taken his dick out while looking at the book and was stroking it. His long, slender, uncut cock had to be at least seven inches. He didn't make a move to cover his reddened prick; he slowly worked his right hand up and down it, making sure he exposed the head on the down strokes. "You want to help me?" He asked, looking me right in the eyes. God he was so fucking adorable. "How?" I asked. "With your hand." He whispered, as he stood up and moved to the end of my bed. His pants fell to his ankles; he held his dick out for me to get a better look. It was the perfect sucking size. I love long slender cocks. I watched as he moved the skin of his dick up and down in his smooth hand. On the tip of it, a small drop of pre-cum oozed out the hole. I stood up and took my shirt off. Then I sat back down on the end of my bed. He moved so his dick was right in my face. His balls were large, and his sac was big and only had a little hair on it. I reached my right hand to his member and felt the heat coming from it. His dick was so smooth to touch. Instead of gripping it, I slid my hand up and down over his gland. "MMmm, that's it, feel my dick. You like it don't you," he said, his voice sounded full of desire. I stroked it, while I wet my lips and wrapped them around my teeth. I pushed my mouth onto his hard cock, forcing the extra skin down to expose the head on my tongue. I sucked him, like I had never sucked a cock before. I grabbed his ass with my hands and pulled him close to my wanton mouth. I could smell his boyish scent as it mingled with the odor of the bath soap he used. I pulled him down onto the bed, never taking my lips off his cock. He began to pump himself in and out of my lips. My hands played with his taut, smooth ass as I sucked his cock. I could feel my dick quiver in my pants. I pushed my hips up and down against what ever was near, while expertly giving Wendell the blowjob. I felt his hands as they pushed on my pulsating prick through my clothing. "Yeah, suck my cock. Take it all," Wendell begged. I could feel him undo my belt. I felt the air as it tickled my cock and balls when he pulled down my pants . I raised my hips so he could push the pants down to my feet. I wanted him suck me, too. I wanted to feel those thin red lips as they tasted me. I wanted to be naked with him. I had to feel his smooth body next to mine. Every nerve ending on me was alive. I let go of my lip lock on his cock. I stoked it gently with my right hand, and pulled at his sac with my left. I loved the fine soft black hair that surrounded his dick. I knew he was close, but I didn't want to have it end so soon. "Wendell, lets get naked," I whispered to him. "Yeah," was all he said, as he got up from the bed and started taking off his clothes. I watched as he pulled his sweater over his head. His chest was smooth; he had large nipples surrounded by dark brown circles about the size of quarters. His tits were large and puffy, not like a woman's, but more pronounced than most men were. He didn't have any hair on his stomach, not even a slight trail. His hair didn't begin until just over the top of his long cock. His arms were smooth all the way from top to bottom, and very muscular. Next, he took his pants all the way off. His legs had only fine, black hair on the shins. His thighs were smooth like the rest of his body. I didn't feel bad about my own smooth legs, seeing he didn't have much more hair than I did. He pulled my pants all the way off after he had disrobed. I felt him as he lowered his mouth to my dick. I laid with my back on the bed and my feet hanging off the end. I could feel his mouth as he sucked me hard. I pumped my dick in as deep as I could. I grabbed the back of his head and forced him down to the bottom of my cock. I wanted to get my cock in as far as I could. I felt his spit as it dripped out of the corners of his mouth into my pubic hairs. He knelt down and sucked my dick, swirling his tongue around the head. I could feel my balls as the sac tighten around them. I didn't want to cum yet. I pulled his head off of it, slid up onto the bed, and pulled him with me. We positioned ourselves so that we both had our mouths on the other's dick. We sucked on each other like there was no tomorrow. We explored each other's cocks with our mouths. I could hear him slurping as he delicately sucked my dick. I sucked him while I stroked his dick with my left hand. My right hand played with his little ass hole. I probed his brown eye with my middle finger, while we sucked on each other. I felt him release my dick from his mouth. "Fuck me. Fuck me please, Justin," he gasped. I rolled him over onto his back. I put his legs over my shoulders and reached for the bottle of hand cream I kept on my night stand. I opened the flip top and squirted some onto his asshole. Then I grabbed the handle to the drawer and yanked it open. I pulled out a packet with a condom in it and ripped the aluminum foil with my teeth as I pulled the rubber out. "Here put this on my cock," I hissed at him, as I handed him the latex cock sheath. He put it over the head of my dick and rolled it down my shaft. I pushed my pelvis down into his grip. I felt him as he squeezed my hard cock in his hand. He tickled my balls with his other hand. "Go slow, you know how it hurts at first," he knowingly told me. "Don't worry, I want to take my time. Nice and easy for you, babe." He guided the head of my dick to his hole. I felt him as he rubbed my dick all around, teasing himself with it. I slowly pushed down on it and felt the tight hole as it began to surround the head of my engorged cock. "PHPHSPSP," he drew his breath between his almost closed lips. I pushed myself down a little more. I had the whole head inside his moist, hot, burning hole. I wished I didn't have to wear protection, so I could get the entire effects. I felt his bum hole as it squeezed around my swollen, blood engorged organ. Wendell pushed his body up to meet my cock. I knew it was the signal to go ahead and drive it home. I pushed my hard prick into him with all my might. I felt the walls of his ass as they sucked at my hard, sheathed cock. I felt his legs as they tightened around my shoulders. "Yessss, deeeeper," he panted. I started thrusting my hips, pounding into him. I fucked him furiously, as if I had never fucked before. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall as I pounded my hot, hard, flesh into him. He took his right hand and wrapped it around my ass, so he could reach my balls. I felt him as he squeezed my cum filled sac. I lowered my mouth to his face and started kissing him uncontrollably. I was never so full of yearning for another. I was overcome with passion. I put my right hand down between us and grabbed his long cock. I knew he was about to cum. I slid my hand up and down his dick in time with my thrusting hips. I could feel my balls as he stroked them. I was there. I was going to shoot my load. So was he. "Ah, ah, ahhh, oooo, yesssssssss," I grunted, and at the same time I felt Wendell's hot cum spray all over my stomach. I collapsed onto his body, but left my cock inside of him as it began to shrivel up and go soft. He moved his legs so he could be more comfortable, but stayed underneath me. We kissed, long and gently. "Wendell, that was great. Thank you," I affectionately said into his ear. "Thank you, too. I hope we can do it again sometime," he said, as if he were seeking permission. "I think it could be arranged," I chuckled. I did feel a little guilty, though. I mean I lived with Tony and he was my lover. Wasn't he? ------------ Well, there you have it. Was it good for you? Hehe. What do you think now? As Nas would say, "Do you hate me now?" I hope to catch you all Saturday night, April 21, 2001 in my new TalkCity.com chat room. Thanks for letting me share. Thanks to Wayne for his fine editing job. Just, Justin <>