Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 02:13:04 -0800
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: A Boy To Remember, Part 4

A Boy To Remember
Part 4

The usual disclaimers apply, of course, in that if you are under 18, don't
want to hear/read a relationship story of a man/boy nature, hear explicit
sexual content, or if the province, state, country, etc you are in does not
allow you to view or hear such content, you must leave this site now.

Otherwise, read on.  All characters, of course, are portrayed by actors 18
years of age or over, and any character resemblance to any real-life person
or persons is purely accidental and unintentional.

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Justin had slept over again, which necessitated our getting up early to get
him back to his mom's trailer before she got up.  It wasn't too hard to do,
per Justin, as she usually slept late whenever she was "on vacation".
Well, that and she liked her cocktails in the evening.

I cracked open my eyes and saw him grinning from ear to ear, just sorta
looking at me and thinking.  Damn!  this boy was SO cute, and even more so
when he was smiling, being happy, being content, and reminiscing about the
previous night's romp in my bed.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before Justin returned to my
room, wiping his body off with one of my towels.  I propped my head up and
watched for a second before I realized that I may've fallen back asleep.
Justin caught me staring, and smiled.

"Just what do you think you're staring at, Mr. Michael?" he teased.

"Looking?  Me?  I was just sleeping with my eyes open, is all," I defended.

"Uh, yeah right," he laughed, continuing to dry off his taunt, toned body.
Yup, this boy was WAY good looking.

"That just happens to be correct, Mr. Justin.  And AS I was sleeping with
my eyes open, I was dreaming that there was this beautiful boy in my room,
balls naked and swinging back and forth as he propped his leg up on my
dresser to dry it."

"My balls were swinging?" he quizzed, and he looked down and moved his body
around to sorta study the pendelum swing of his testicles.  "Damn, you're
right.  They were swinging.  How about that?" and he smiled at me like he'd
made some imagined point.

"Yeah, imagine that," I teased back.  "I think you should bring them a
little closer so that I can study their swing arc here, for myself."

Justin giggled like a little boy, nearly causing me to laugh myself all the
way out of the bed.  But, he bounded across the room and walked up onto the
bed, straddling my upper torso with a leg of his on each side of me.  He
squatted down somewhat until his balls were about a foot or so above me,
and he swung them.

"Yeah, by God, the do swing just fine," I commented, almost nonchalantly.

Justin cracked up, and laid down beside me, his body still extra warm from
his recent shower.  He looked me right in the eyes, and just smiled.

I smiled back.  We both looked down at the same time, observing our
seemingly-independently thinking penises, erect as they could be.  We
looked back up at each other and cracked up.

"Michael, I wrote my address, phone number and email address down for you,"
he said.

"Okay, cool," I said.  "I'll get you mine, too."

"You don't mind?" Justin asked.  "I mean, I don't want to force any issues
here.  I just wanted you to stay in touch.  Um, like if you wanted to, of
course."

"Well, I felt the same way.  I didn't want to make you feel obligated like
you had to call or whatever," I returned.

He looked at me for another second or two, and I looked back, and we
wrapped our arms around each other and hugged tightly for a long time.
Justin put his head between my shoulder and the crook of my neck, nestling
in and making some cooing sounds.  I nuzzled his head with my chin, kissing
his hair, forehead, ears, and making a few cooing sounds of my own.

"I know I'm right," I heard him almost whisper.

"I'm sure you are," I very quietly whispered back.

It was a long, yet short trip back into town.  Long because I already
missed Justin worse than I thought I would.  And short because I kept
thinking about him and not noticing that I was driving.  Well almost.

I got on with my work week, conversing with Justin across the beginning of
the week via email.  Not that we had torrid communications back and forth,
but it was obvious we missed each other as friends, and physically too.  I
was just getting home from work on Thursday when my home phone rang.

"Hello?" I started.

"This is the operator with a person-to-person call for one Mr. Michael,"
the supposed operator announced.

"This is Michael," I said, the light just beginning to go on as to what was
going on, smiling.

"Is this the same Mr. Michael who ruthlessly and shamelessly impaled a
young lad at the Cuyamaca Camp Grounds this last weekend?" the mysterious
voice asked.

"Oh, no.  I am into ball-sniffing only," I joked back.

Justin totally cracked up, right along with me.

"Hi Michael.  How are ya?" he asked.

"Good.  Well, better now," I said honestly.

"I have a surprise for you.  Well, two, to be exact," Justin said.

"Oh?" I inquired, barely able to contain my excitement.  "What's the first
one?"

"Guess what I have in my hand?" he asked.

I started laughing.  "Um, I don't know.  Give me a hint."

"Ok, it is not too big, but kinda longer than it is wide, very hard, and
very useful," he hinted.

"Is this the same item you impaled me with this last weekend?" I joked
back.

"I didn't stick my car key up your butt," Justin exclaimed in mock horror.

We both laughed very loudly.

"Car key?" I said.

"Yeah, the one I need to start and drive the car," he said back.

About a thousand things raced through my head, many of them not entirely
well formed thought-wise yet, and several which only led to further
questions.  But, I went ahead with the game, and asked the next question.

"Ok, I'll bite...." I said.

"I'm going to hold you to that," Justin quipped quickly, so as not to
interrupt my train of questioning.

"....what's the second surprise?"

"I can come over on Friday and visit you.  If you want," he said.

"Alright!  Hell yeah!" I nearly yelled.

"Cool," he said, and I could tell he was smiling.  "What time can I come
over?  Are you sure it's alright?  Do you want to have dinner first?
Um..."  He was going like 1000 mph, his mind racing.

Laughing, I said "Okay, babe, slow down a couple miles per hour.  Um, let's
see.  I get off at 4:00p, and get home about 4:30-4:40 or so, depending on
traffic, so anytime after that is ok."

"Okay, cool," my cute boy responded.  "Way cool."

"Those were both my lines, thief" I teased.

He laughed.  "You are SO going to get it," he taunted.

"I am SO looking forward to holding you to your word on that," I answsered
sincerely.

We talked for almost an hour, Justin filling me in on the names of some of
his friends, what courses he was doing well in, how his bedroom looked,
what he did for the day, etc etc.  I in turn explained my job, how my week
had gone, and what I had for dinner.

We paused for a few seconds, sorta catching up on what we had said and what
we hadn't said or talked about yet.

"You're an awesome boylover, Michael."  His words stopped me cold, but not
in a bad way.  "I mean it.  You're terrific."

"You're an awesome boy, Justin.  And I mean it also, you're terrific, too."

We talked a little bit longer, and hung up.

Justin was driving over!  Damn!  Now THAT was a surprise!  So, he was 16!
Way cool.  He looked like about 14-going-on-15, but he was about as mature
as they come, like 14-going-on-29, at least in the way he held himself.
Hell, I just liked him, I didn't really care how old he was.  I smiled to
myself as I thought these thoughts.  It was so relaxing, yet so energizing
at the same time...

Needless to say it wasn't the easiest scenario working through Friday.  I
was at my desk at noon having a cheese sandwich and a flavored ice tea,
when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?" I inquired.

"Hey, Michael.  It's Justin.  How are you?" he asked.

"Well, better now," I said.  "S'up?"

"I couldn't wait to talk to you so I called you during my lunch."  He
sounded excited.

"Cool," I responded.  "It'll be good to see ya, yup yup yup."

He laughed.

"Justin, I know you know what's up here, like with the risks due to the age
difference between you and I.  But, um, does anyone know you're coming
over?"

There was a short silence, and he responded soberely.  "Michael, it's ok.
I've told no one else about you."  And he was strangely silent.

"Justin, I trust you implicitly.  But if you're as excited about me as I am
about you, you're pretty excited.  Hell, I've wished I could've told about
a dozen people about you already."  I paused.  "You're special, and I'm
probably being WAY over-protective, but I don't want anything anywhere from
anyone anyway or anyhow generating the slightest possibility of my not
being able to see you."  Sorry," I added.

"It's ok," he said, sounding slightly better.

"No, I'm really sorry," I said.  "I know it came across like I didnt' trust
you.  And that's not fair.  I apologize."  I felt really bad.

"Michael.  I really, really like you.  A lot.  Probably that isn't an
accurate description of how I feel, but hang with me here for a second.
>From the bottom of my heart, I forgive you if that's what you need to
hear.  I know you're way at risk in this type of a situation, potentially,
and it's better that you ask to see what's up than not ask at all.  That
would make sense, so, ok, I understand.  Really, Michael.  It's ok."

"Thanks, babe.  That means a lot.  Seriously.  You so much a cut above,
that I'm embarassed that I even asked what I asked, is all.  But, ok.
Thanks," I said.  "I really like you more than I can say, too."

"Yup," he said.  "I know."  I could tell he was smiling.  And I was, too.

"Ok, I guess I'll see you later," I said.  "I'm really looking forward to
seeing you."

"Me too, bigtime," Justin replied.  "Bye Michael."

"Bye Justin."

I shook my head after I'd hung up with him.  He was quite a boy, and as
well I had a few things to learn here, to be sure.

I got home about 4:25p and was just tossing my socks and shirt in the dirty
clothes when I heard a rapping on my front door.

I cruised through the living room in my jeans, bare chest and bare feet,
and opened the door.  Of course, it was Justin.

He just smiled, and I smiled back, opening the door to let him in.  I
briefly scanned the street, houses, curtains, etc, to see if "anyone was
watching".  You know the drill, you know how it goes.  I shut the door and
turned to my young friend.

"Damn Michael, you're even sexier than I remember," he teased, putting his
arms around me and his head to my chest.

"Damn Justin, you absolutely couldn't be any sexier," I came back, and I
meant it.  I hugged him long and hard, rockikng a little bit back and forth
like you sometimes do with someone you hug, care about, want.

"Well, I hope I caught you before you showered, because I just spend a hot
day in the American Educational System, and I am sweaty and in need of a
soapy washrag, strong hands, and ample attention," he said.

"Well," I said, "I just spent a long day working, waiting for you, and
wouldn't think of showering without you."

We showered, and fondled each other, of course causing massively hard
hard-ons for both of us, but it was different now.  He wasn't here for sex.
I didn't invite him over just for sex.  I wanted to see him, and he wanted
to see me.  And so, we held off, played with each other a little, but
mostly enjoyed the company, the contact, the other person.

We soaped each other down, wash all body parts carefully, cooed and
groaned, sighed and laughed, then dried each other off.  He put clean
clothes on from the backpack he'd brought over, both of us dressing in my
bedroom.

I reached out my hand to him, invited him to clasp my hand.  He reached up
and held my hand, and I sorta led / pulled him behind me out of the
bedroom.  I was SO ecstatic, turned on, beside myself, and happy, all at
the same time.  I was with a boy that really, really liked me, and I
really, really liked him.

"So, you want to each right away, or sit and talk, or watch a movie, or
what?" I asked.

"Um, I'm kinda hungry but probably want to settle in a bit, talk a little,
maybe help you cook, and then eat.  So yeah, but I need to wait a few
minutes to sorta of relax and not be so damned excited," he said honestly.

"Yeah," and I laughed, "me too.  Cool.  Well, I'm fixing my own special
spagetti sauce and then dinner is spagetti and french bread.  How does that
sound?"

"Cool.  Can I help you with anything?"

"Sure, we'll talk a little and I'll have ya help and cut up some of the
stuff that goes into the sauce.  Ok?"

He smiled the Justin smile that let me know he was content, happy, and
things were perfect.  "Yup, sounds good Michael."

So, we talked about school, my work, the weather, his mom, my family, cut
up onions, garlic, tomatoes, some herbs, and generally just loosened up a
bit, getting to know each other better and just relax and slow down to see
who each other was.  It was way cool.  Justin conversed well, was fairly
articulate, and routinely threw in a funny statement about this or that,
making me laugh nearly consistently.

Dinner was about the same, a generous amount of chit-chat, a phenomenal
amount of boy, and it is safe to say that we seemed to become closer
friends with each smile, each sentence, each warm thought about each other.

We cleared and quickly washed what little dishes there were, and retired to
the living room couch.  Justin sat next to me and put his arm around me,
laying his head on my shoulder.  "Damn, Michael," and he just shook his
head.

"What?" I asked quietly.

He left his head hanging slightly forward, as if in thought.  His
beautiful, light-honey colored hair's highlights shining in the room's
light, hanging over his face.  He was stunningly coy without even trying,
alluring by just being in the same room as I was, and frankly about as
handsome and good-looking as a teen can get.  Yet, I found myself drawn to
the boy, his personality, his laugh, and his disarming congeniality.

He still shook his head slightly, and then looked at me, eye-to-eye.  "It's
kinda hard to describe, and strange feeling.  It's like I've known you for
a long time, but it's all way cool like with a new friend."  And yet he
still shook his head after he finished talking.

"Yeah, I think I understand," I said.  "It's the same for me, too."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied.  "In fact, I keep having to remind myself that I just
met you this last weekend.  Well, that and the fact that I can't stop
thinking of you.  It's almost embarassing," I laughed.

As sober as I'd ever heard him, he asked, "Why embarassing?"

I realized that he may've taken it the wrong way, but maybe also he just
wanted to know how I think, how I work inside.  "Well, sorta like I myself
can't believe....." and I paused.

"Can't believe what?" Justin followed.

"That I am so, um, well......giddy.  That I like you this much.  I always
knew as a boylover that it should be possible to like a boy so much that
there almost seemed to be no limits, and kinda like no matter what it would
or could just keep growing.  And....."

"And you feel like that's happening, now?" he asked so softly and gently.

I simply nodded, and then almost without warning my eyes welled up with
tears.

"Does that kinda scare you?" he asked inquisitively, but in a light, soft
voice.

"Um, well, yes and no.  No, becaused it's what I always wanted.  But yes,
because I really really like you a lot, and I don't want to......heck, I
dunno.  I don't want you to get hurt, in any way."

"Michael, if I thought that either of us would get hurt, I wouldn't be
here.  And I'm betting neither would you be.  But I know what you mean,"
and he grabbed my hand in his.  "It seems like we like each other so much
and it's working out so well that we don't want to miss something or do
something stupid that make the other person get hurt in some way.  Kinda
like that?"

"Yeah, kinda.  Yeah.  But the key factor is that..... you're like about all
I'd ever hoped for, but I don't want it to be about me so much that I
forget that it's you who I like so much."

Justin smiled so big, bigger than I'd seen him smile so far.  "Yeah, like
that."  He nodded his head, "you put it SO well.  Yeah.  Like that."

He put his head back down on my shoulder, and hugged tightly.

"Justin?"

"Yeah?"

"This is going to come out all weird, and sound probably weirder and maybe
outta place.  But here goes.  We don't h-a-v-e to have sex.  I'm pretty
satisfied just having you here.  There, I said it," I sighed.

"Okay," he said back.

He seemed to melt into me, rubbing his face on my shirt, his hand on my
leg, kissing me lightly on my arm.

"Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"I totally understand."

"Cool," I smiled.

"But don't think for a moment that I'm here with someone I like more that I
thought possible, and that I'm going to leave here without you screwing my
brains out and me staining the hell out of your sheets," he smiled at me
dead-on.

"Cool," I smiled again.  And I laughed.  "I thought you might say that.
But just for the record it's ok with me either way."

"Bull, you horny boylover you," he taunted, endearingly.

I mocked shock, and pouted.  Justin totally cracked up.

We watched t.v. mostly, laughed at the idiotic sitcoms, and cuddled.  At
about 10p we both had raging hard-ons, and I said, "Sweetheart, it's it
past our bedtimes.  Go brush your teeth and get into bed right now....."

He peed while I brushed, and we switched places.  We retired to the bedroom
and shed all our clothes, and I clicked off the lights.

Justin jumped into bed, and said, smiling, "What's keepin' ya?"

"Apparently whatever it is, I should be in bed instead," I laughed.

"Yup," he quipped, head cocked and showing he was proud of himself.

I crawled onto the bed and gave him a kiss from my on-all-fours position.
He put his arms around my neck and gave back a very long, passionate kiss.
And he pulled back a bit, and said, "Michael, I know I'm younger, but I
know what I'm doing, pretty aware of the pluses and minuses, and don't feel
coerced or....whatever."

"Been practicing that one?" I smiled slightly.

"Yeah, kinda.  Did it sound a little rehearsed?" he chuckled.

"Nah," I said.

"Good.  Because even tho' I practiced, I mean it."

"Okay," I said.

"Okay," he said, too.  And he kissed me again, and this time I probably
outdid his passion on the kiss.

I pulled him down onto me, both of us never stopping our kiss.  My hands
wandered down his back, massaging his strong back muscles, rubbing his low
back, and cupping his butt cheeks in my hands.  I pulled his groin into
mine, both of us groaning at the same time.

Justin pumped his rock hard boyhood against my abdomen as though he were
taking me for real.  He groaned, strained, thrusting deep, long thrusts.

I kneaded his butt, my fingers wandering to his crack and further, inward.
I slid a finger from each hand in, and massaged his insides in two separate
directions, up and down, side-to-side, pushing in far enough to hit his
special spot, making him groan loud and long, his thrusts becoming sincere.

He pulled back, looking at me from full arms' length, smiling dreamily,
breathing deeply.  He kissed my forehead, lips grazing down my nose, chin,
and chest, to my nipples.  Tongue circling each nipple, suckling each
lightly, nibbling, pulling with suction, licking.  I was as hard as I could
get, and as Justin slid down, he let his body rub downward on my throbbing
penis, making me arch my back for more.

Justin licked my balls, under my balls, the underside of my pulsing
manhood, and I was just about to scream.  I had fistfuls of bedsheets in
each hand.

"Oh FUCK, Justin," I panted.

"Exactly," he teased, smiling every second.  He went down on my dick in
earnest, deep and slow, shallow bobs and fast, alternating until I could
barely maintain composure.  I was nearing release.  And he eased up.
Kissing my legs, stomach, letting me cool down a bit.

When he went back down on my dick, he thrust two fingers in my butt,
rubbing me from the inside, matching his pace on the outside.  It was
phenomenal, I was panting, sweating, groaning, and arching my back trying
to get more.

Justin pulled my legs up to his shoulders, and pushed his hardened boylove
to my hole.  I looked down, and somehow magically he'd put on a condom.
Now HOW did he do that?  I laughed.

"Oh babe, take me please, now...." I panted.

He nodded, "Yup," and reached down to guide his wanton boymeat to it's new
home.  He pushed lightly, the head just starting to spread me apart.  With
each thrust he let himself go in a little further, deeper, until I felt him
slide all the way in, his heavy balls against my backside.

We were face-to-face, the first time we'd ever done it this way.

"I wanted you to see my face when I came," he explained.

"Yup," I quipped back.  "Cool.  Do it however you want, just do it now."

And do it he did.  It felt like he was an inch longer, bigger around, and
he used his boyhood with unequaled skill.  I thought it possible that I
might even cum just by his fucking me.

He pumped and I could see the impending ejaculation building within him,
mirrored in his face.  He was close, very close.

"Go babe, go," I said.  "Squirt every drop.  Push deep."

And he did.  "Oh MICHAEL!!!  OH!!!  OH-OH-OH!!!!!  UGH!!!!" and he strained
and pumped, squirting repeatedly his hot boycum.

Finally, he slumped to a momentary quiet.

"Oh no you don't," I laughed, and I slipped out from underneath him.

I quickly put on my protection, lubbed his boyhole, and kneeled behind him.

"Just a second," Justin panted, "catching my breath."

"S'ok, I am not gonna make you work tooooooo hard here," and I inched
forward and pressed myself into him, eliciting a huge groan of pleasure
from him.

"God, I am either going to pass out or keep cumming all over your sheets,"
he said.

"I'll bet on the latter.  Keep count now," I joked, and I began rear-entry
on my beautiful boy.  He kept moving his hair, this way and that, thrusting
his ass toward me and forcing me deeper.

I lay almost directly on him, supporting myself so that I wouldn't crush
him.  I pumped fast, and his sharp intake of air let me know me might cum
right away.  I went as fast as I could, and indeed, he spurted generously
onto the sheet.

But I didn't stop.  I could feel my cum building fast, and I pumped slow,
deep, and hitting his boy-spot each time.

"Oh my GOD," he gasped as I literally massaged his seminal vessel with my
dick, and he came again.

I was close, and I couldn't help but say, "Oh Justin," and he said, "Go
Michael, go."

I was breathing fast and rapid and beginning my spurts, and he made rapid
motions with his butt, literally pumping every drop of cum out of me.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he exclaimed again, "shit!"  and he came again as I pumped
and came right along with him.

And then I did something I've never done before.  I just went right on
ahead and continued.  Justin was SO beautiful, so alluring, so sexy, so
enticing as he came, I just could not stop.  I knew it would only be
perhaps half a minutes before I came a second time.

"Michael, I....." he tried to say, but couldn't.  He just kept at it too.

I came quickly, and collapsed on top of my boy.

"Holy fuck," Justin breathed.

"Damn," I returned.

I pushed up slightly so that he could rotate around and lay face-up.

We looked in each others' eyes, and Justin's eyes welled up.  He squinted
and the tears flowed out the sides of his eyes.

He put an arm over his eyes to sorta hide, and managed a "Sorry."

"Oh s-h-u-t u-p," I said kidding him, and I laughed softly.

"This is so weird," he said.

"What?  That's not the first time you've ever cum." I joked lightly, trying
to lighten things a bit.

He sputter-laughed, and opened both eyes to look at me directly again.

"You are SO unlike anyone else I have ever met, and it's hard because....."
he stopped.

"And it's hard because you don't know if I feel the same way.  It's weird
because you don't want to be the only one going 'gee this is the best thing
and you are so wonderful, isn't it?' and feel outta place like it's only
happened for you," I guessed.

He nodded, "Yeah."  He smiled through lips that were still cry-quivering,
"You not only see me, Michael.  You care.  And I can see that you care
about me, like really care what happens."

I nodded back.

"So?" he invited....

"So...." I tried to begin.

"Come on.  Tell me what's in your heart," he asked.  DAMN! where did this
boy, this guy come from?  He was amazing.

"I've always like younger guys.  I dunno, just do.  Well, that's the
physical thing, but I just like caring about someone.  And I guess I've
always wanted someone to care for that was beautiful, intelligent, witty,
funny, and who liked me back."

He just kept looking at me, knowing that I wasn't done yet.

"...and I was just happier than hell when we met, because you seemed to fit
every single aspect of what I wanted in someone.  It was uncanny.  But I
didn't want to say anything like that, because I didn't want to make you
feel obligated to fulfill something in my head, I guess."

And again, he just kept looking at me.

I sighed.  "Ok.  Well, mostly that's it.  I just didn't want the great sex,
hell, the incredible sex to be the main aspect of what was good for us, I
guess.  And really, it's not.  But I knew that this was pretty new for you,
and so I didn't want you to feel roped in or make decisions based on the
wrong things."

"Well, are you feeling like you're keeping us coming together because of
only the great sex?" Justin asked.

"No," I responded.

"Me either, Michael.  Yup, the sex has been mind-boggling, but I don't
forget for a moment that it's you, and me.  Do you?"

"Nope, not even, babe," I said.  "Not even."

"I love it SOOOOO much when you hold me close.  You?"

"Yup."

"I love it sooooo much sleeping next to you.  Same?"

"Yup, big time.  It's almost like for the first time in my life I am at
peace when falling asleep," I tried to explain.

"Me too," Justin said.

"Come here," I said, and I hugged him close, cradling his head in my hand,
kissing the side of his head.

"Can you believe it's been only a week since we met?" Justin asked.

"Well, yeah, I guess.  But it feels more like a year, but in a good way," I
laughed.

He laughed.  "Yeah."

"What am I gonna do, Justin?  I don't want you to go anywhere.  Like I
mean, I dunno..."

"Ssssh," he said, holding me tightly and rocking me back and forth a bit.
"I know.  Me too.  Heck, what about me?  I live somewhere else where you
aren't."

I sat up against my bed headboard, Justin right along with me, cuddling in
my arms.  He seemed so at home when I held him.

We kissed a bit, hugged, talked about small stuff like what movies were
cool, little interesting things that had happened to us in our lives,
colors we liked, jokes, as well as people we'd liked and loved across our
lives.

We got up and cleaned ourselves, brushed our teeth, put a couple towels
over the sheets, and laid back down.

"You like sleeping 'spoons', I hope," I asked.

"Oh yeah!" Justin said.  Any preference how we start it out, as we'll
probably turn over a couple times?"

"Um, dunno.  You?" I asked.

"Um, ok.  I'll be behind first," and with that he leaped over me and
positioned himself behind me.

Justin kissed my back sweetly, and I could hear an intake of breath, and no
exhale yet.  He was going to speak....

"Michael..."

"I know," I said.

And ever-so-quietly he said, "I knew I was right."

I smiled, "Yeah, you were.  I love you too," I admitted.

And I knew Justin was bright enough to know that meant a lot of things, but
also didn't necessarily mean other things.  We were good friends, and
lovers.  But we weren't boyfriends, living together, or exclusively only
each other's lover.  Well, at least not YET!  LOL

It was just a very good place to be, and maybe even a very good starting
point.

"We're pretty lucky, I think," Justin mused.

"Yup," I replied, smiling and pulling my boy tighter to me.

"Oh, by the way.  Is it ok if I stay over?" Justin asked, seemingly
sincere.

"Um, sure.  I guess.  Why do you ask?"

"Well, if not, I'd better be getting home so that my mom won't worry."

"Huh?" I asked, my attention piqued.  "Is there some worry?"

"Nah, not really.  She just said that if I wasn't staying over to come home
early so I wouldn't wake her up."

"Oh?"  I pondered.  "I guess I never asked.  Does she know you're gay?"

"Yup," Justin said.

"Um, how much does she know?"

"Well, pretty much I am honest with her about my life and the people I
meet," he replied, sorta leading me on.

"Ok......  um, well, does she know about me?"

"Uh-huh, she does," he said, and I could tell he was smiling.

"Does she think you're sleeping in a different room here?" I ventured.

"I sorta doubt it," he laughed.  "I told her you were cool, and that I like
you a lot."

"What did she say?"

"To be careful, be safe, and that if you hurt me she'd run you over with
our car," he giggled.

I laughed out loud.  "She sounds pretty real," I said.

"Yup, that's mom.  Real.  Oh yeah, by the way, she'd like to have you over
for dinner to meet you."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I laughed.

"Yup, kinda," he said, still giggling.

"You're bad," I teasesd, pushing my butt back toward him.

"You're worse," he replied, laughing, pushing me.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...." I laughed and teased back.

He held me tightly, and whispered quietyly, "I love you too.  And no, I
don't know where it's going from there.  But there ya go anyway," and he
squeezed me and kissed the back of my head.

"Ditto, babe," and I pulled one of his hands up and kissed it, and closesd
my eyes to fall asleep.

Damn I loved this boy................