Date: Tue, 03 Oct 2000 22:02:05 EDT
From: Nigel <bluepeasoup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin & BJ - Installment 1

Justin & BJ
by Nigel

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

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 1: the project

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	During the second week of 8th grade chorus was when Justin decided he
wanted BJ.

	They had been rehearsing their future Christmas-concert pieces, and Justin
Warner had been jokingly singing a loud and sloppy duet with BJ at the front
of the room while Mrs. Crabtree was out on an errand. Katelyn Barker had
plopped herself behind the piano and had banged out a careless tune to go
along with their song. BJ had thrown his arm around Justin as they made
exaggerated gestures, and Justin had shivered slightly at his peer's touch.
He had looked at BJ, and studied his face. BJ had a messy mop of dark curls
and thick arrow-like arched eyebrows. His eyes were a very dark browny-green
and his skin was tanned, smooth, and clear. He was neither tall, nor short,
and not skinny or fat. He was just right.
	"Wow," though Justin. He had not noticed previously how perfect BJ was.
	That night, Justin had laid awake, hard, thinking about him.
	He had called BJ on the phone, asking for their Algebra assignment just for
the excuse of calling. He really didn't need the assignment, and had
actually already done it, but it was the only class they had together
besides in-school chorus.
	They had spoken for 20 minutes after BJ had told him the assignment, and
the whole time, Justin had sat there with one hand on his boner, marveling
at how sexy BJ's voice was.
	"BJ, I hate to ask, "Justin had said, "but why do you go by BJ?"
	"It's not what you think," replied BJ. "In kindergarten, there were three
other Brandons in my class, so we all went by our initials. I just learned
to respond to BJ, and never bothered to tell people BJ stands for Brandon
Jernigan."
	"I see," Justin had said. Then BJ had to get off the phone, because his
older brother Michael needed to use the phone. And while Justin was lying
awake in bed, he thought that maybe if he became better friends with BJ, he
might stand a chance... If BJ liked guys. And if not, well, he'd figure that
out later.

	A month later they were pretty good friends. Justin had taught BJ how to
Ollie on a skateboard, and was teaching him how to do a kick-flip. BJ had
helped Justin with the distributive property and simplifying equations in
algebra. They were study buddies, and called each other when they needed
"help" on a problem, which was really just copying down the answer.

	"Attention, please, 8b students, attention. I said, ATTENTION!"
	The students on team 8b quieted and the teacher resumed speaking.
	"As you have probably heard, the students of 8b always do group or
individual projects on the history and culture of a country of their
choice."
	"Can we do the United States?" shouted Jayson Williams, a large stocky
football player form the back of the cafeteria where 8b was assembled.
	"No, you may not do the United States," replied the teacher, Mrs. Bradford.
	"How come?" he said.
	"Think about it," snapped Mrs. Bradford. "And learn how to raise you hand
next time."
	Jayson waved his hand again. Mrs. Bradford sighed. "Yes, Jayson?"
	"Do we get to-" he began.
	"Yes, you get to pick your groups. There will be a maximum of 4 students
allowed per group, but you are also allowed to do the project individually.
However, if you choose to do the project alone, you will have to make your
presentation in front of 8b alone.
	"Once you have chosen your group members, sign up on the sign-up sheet
outside Mr. Green's room, and remember to say which country you have chosen.
Don't forget to pick up the information and requirement sheets before you
leave the cafeteria."
	The assembly ended, and the students filed out, stopping to snatch their
papers up.
	"Hey BJ," said Justin, nervously, trying to make the question sound
off-hand. "Wanna be a group with me and some other people?"
	"Sure, ok," replied BJ. "I'll find other people to be in it too."

	"Parlias vous francais?"
	"Huh?" said Justin, scratching his head.
	"Comment t'apelle tu?" insisted BJ.
	"Oh, right," said Justin. "I know, uh, adios."
	"Idiot, that's Spanish," corrected Amy. "You should have said, 'Non, je
suis American' to the first question, and 'Je m'apelle Justin' to the
second."
	"Oh, right," said Justin again. "I know, 'habla anglais'?"
	"You're such a dork," replied Amy, sighing.

	Justin, BJ, Amy Donovan, and Seriate Cobain were all sitting on the floor
of BJ's living room around the coffee table, working on their project on the
history and culture of France. Amy was a bubbly, giggly blonde girl who
flirted incessantly with Justin.
	"I love your eyebrows!" she squealed.
	"Uh, you love my eyebrows," he repeated.
	"Yes! They're so much darker than your hair, and they're so thick and they
go so well with your pretty eyes!"
	"Oh. Uh, thanks, I guess."
	"You guys, I've got these notes on France that I printed off the Internet
last night," said Seriate, placing a stack of papers on the coffee table in
front of BJ. He picked them up and began to flip through them.
	He paused about halfway, his arched eyebrows raised.
	"What's this?" he said curiously to Seriate. He showed her a long erotic
lesbian story printed from the Nifty Archive.
	"Nothing!" she exclaimed, and snatched the story from BJ.
	"What is it?" asked Justin.
	"A lesbian story from, like, Nifty or something."
	"Ah," said Justin. Seriate blushed. Justin was familiar with Nifty. He had
been going there for a couple of months to read stories from the Young
Friends category in Gay Male.
	"What's Nifty?" wondered Amy.
	"Nothing you should be concerned about," replied Seriate, looking
meaningfully at BJ and Justin. They kept quiet.
	Seriate was an open lesbian, and no one bothered her about it. Her problem,
however, was that guys still found her sexy, and even more so since she was
a lesbian, and were always asking her to have a threesome with them and
another girl. How annoying.
	No one at SCMS knew about Justin's feelings, though. Some of his friends
were homophobic, and openly bashed gays, so he was afraid of what they would
do if he came out of the closet. Plus, for some reason, society seemed to
find it more accepting for females to be lesbian than for males to be gay.
Justin thought Seriate suspected him to be gay, though. They were pretty
good friends, and sometimes she would hint that he was. He never said he
was, but then again, he didn't deny it.
	They continued sifting through notes and encyclopedias.
	"Should we mention the French and Indian war?" asked Amy.
	"Sure, why not?" replied BJ.
	They worked on. Every so often, Justin would sneak glances at BJ, who was
so cute when he concentrated hard.
	"You guys," Seriate said suddenly. "My mom is supposed to pick me and Amy
up in about 10 minutes. Justin, I need to talk to you privately for a
moment."
	BJ and Amy looked on curiously as they left the room.
	When they were in the hall and safely out of hearing range, Seriate said to
Justin,
	"Do you like BJ?"
	"Well, yeah, he's a pretty good friend..."
	"No, I think you know what I mean," she interrupted, and Justin was silent,
giving himself away.
	"I knew it!" she exclaimed. "Oh, how cute is this!"
	Justin stared at her. She patted his coarse, light brown hair. "Don't
worry," she continued. "I think BJ might be bisexual."
	"BJ... is... bi?" stammered Justin.
	 "Shh!" she hissed. "I think. I'm not sure. I'm usually really good at
telling whether someone's gay or not, and I don't go by stereotypes, cuz
they don't apply to everyone.
	"I think you should stay a while after me and Amy leave, and sort of, well,
subtly come on to him. If he wants you, he'll jump at the chance, and if
he's straight, he won't even notice."

	"What should I type in?" asked BJ.
	"Uh, history of France?" suggested Justin. "Or, just France."
	BJ typed in 'France', and pressed 'search'. The computer clicked away as it
began searching the 'Net.
	Justin went and sat on BJ's bed as they waited. He looked around the room.
It was painted blue and had poster for Christian events and a poster for the
X Games.
	"Ok," said BJ as the computer stopped. "What site should I click on?"
	"Whatever looks most interesting," replied Justin. BJ began scrolling down
the list of possibilities, and Justin stretched himself out on BJ's bed and
made himself comfortable. He closed his eyes and imagined BJ lying next to
him. He tried to think of a way to test BJ if he was gay or bi or whatever,
but he couldn't think of anything. He opened his eyes.
	BJ was standing next to the bed looking down at him. Justin couldn't help
noticing that BJ's crotch was level to his face.
	"Comfortable?" said BJ.
	"Yep," replied Justin. He rolled onto his stomach to hide his rising boner.
	"Well then," said BJ, and he jumped onto the bed beside Justin. Justin saw
his chance. He rolled over on top of BJ.
	"Hey!' exclaimed BJ in a voice muffled by Justin's hair. Justin ground his
butt into BJ's crotch.
	"What, am I hurting you?" he said. He felt BJ's prick sticking hard against
his backside.
	Breathing heavily, Justin rolled off him, his own prick straining against
his boxers.
	Suddenly, BJ reached over and grabbed Justin's crotch.
	Justin let out a cry of surprise, which was cut short when BJ planted his
mouth over his.
	Justin felt his tongue probe into his mouth and slowly stroke his own. He
was so hard, his dick must have been flat against stomach.
	BJ broke the kiss, and sat up, straddling Justin, who was flat on his back
on the bed. He then proceeded to take his and Justin's shirts off. Then, he
leaned down and kissed Justin again, grinding his crotch against the other
boy's and enjoying the feel of his skin against Justin's silky chest.
	They stopped for breath.
	"Are you okay?" asked BJ. Justin could only nod. He had been wanting this
to happen more than anything.
	BJ undid Justin's pants and stopped, looking up at Justin, who stared back
with long-lashed, big brown eyes. They were telling him to keep going.
	He pulled off Justin's jeans and unbuttoned his own and pulled them off.
They kissed again, tongues sliding against one another's, and BJ began
kissing slowly down Justin's sweaty tan body, leaving a hot, wet trail of
saliva.
	He paused at each of Justin's small nickel sized nipples, which grew had
when BJ sucked and nibbled at them. Justin sighed and ran his fingers
through BJ's soft, cute curls.
	BJ playfully licked at Justin's belly button and small happy-trail and
nipped at the waistband of his boxers. Then, to Justin's frustration, he
kissed his way back up. BJ licked the tortured boy's soft, luscious lips and
gently bit his tongue.
	 "You're so cute," he said, noticing Justin's pleading expression. He
tapped the boy's nose with his finger. Then he scooted towards the end of
the bed and positioned himself between Justin's legs.
	Justin inhaled sharply and groaned as BJ kissed each button on his boxers.
He began pulling the boy's boxers off with his teeth.
	Justin's boner sprang free and smacked against his stomach. It was 6
inches, thick, cut, and pulsing, practically parallel to the rest of his
body. There was a light dusting of dark hair around the base of it. His
13-year-old balls looked almost too big to belong on his body, and clear pre
cum was oozing out of his purplish head.
	BJ took one look at it and thought his own dick was going to break, it was
so hard. He reached down and closed his fingers around Justin's hot tool.
Then he leaned over and licked slowly up his shaft.
	Justin gasped with pleasure.
	BJ swallowed Justin's cock whole, feeling the head touching the back of his
throat, and let it slide almost all the way out. Then he plunged down again,
taking it in even farther than before.
	Justin moaned and grabbed onto BJ's shoulders and bucked his hips. Wave
upon wave of orgasmic pleasure passed through his trembling body, and it
only got better.
	"Oh God!" he shrieked, and his whole body seized up.
	"Please stop," he begged BJ. "I can't take anymore."
	BJ continued, ignoring Justin's cries, and creating as much suction with
his mouth as he could. He teased Justin's head with the tip of his tongue.
	"Oh God, BJ!" he screamed, and hot, thick, creamy boy-cum exploded into
BJ's mouth.
	Justin fucked BJ's mouth as he shot load after load of jizz into it.
	He groaned, and went limp, and collapsed back onto the bed, nude, breathing
hard. BJ crawled back up and lay down beside the tired boy. He kissed him
softly on the mouth.
	"Brandon!" called a voice from downstairs. "We're home!"

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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