Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2004 22:55:59 -0800
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: A Boy To Remember, Part 5

A Boy To Remember
Part 5

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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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I awoke and, with almost a dream-like quality, slowly became aware of my
room, my bed, my body, the ceiling fan, and Justin, all without yet opening
my eyes.  I could feel Justin in front of me.  Facing me.  And I opened my
eyes.

And Justin was there with his eyes open and smiling back at me.

"This is somewhat of an altered version of "spoons", don't you think?" he
teased.

"You turn back around in the right direction and I'll show you where the
spoon goes," I kidded back.

He closed his eyes and nuzzled his head to between my neck and shoulder,
hugging me.

I hugged back and kissed the top of his head.

"I love it when you do that," Justin said.

"Well, what a fateful coincidence.  I just happen to like doing that a
whole lot," I returned, chuckling.

"Awful," he said.

"Yup, awful," I agreed.

We lay there for awhile, not moving, just enjoying each other.

"Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"When's the last time you were tested?" he asked.

"Couple weeks ago," I answered honestly, figuring this was probably going
somewhere.

"Me too," he said.  And he fell silent, probably a combination of thinking
and pondering how to ask something else.

"Everything come out ok?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Me too."  (pause) "Do you promise not to get mad at me for the next
question?" he asked.

"No, but I generally don't have meltdowns," I answered, teasing, but being
honest too.

Justin sorta fumbled around a bit, but I let him come to terms with
whatever it was on his own.

"Um.  I haven't, but it's ok if you have, but I was wondering if...."

"....if I've had sex with anyone else since my testing?" I ventured.

"Yeah," he said.  "But Michael, I really don't care if you did, I
just....."

"What?"  I asked.  "Go ahead babe, it's ok."

"No, it's stupid," and he was instantly a visual blend of a boy grappling
with an adult concept, and an adult dealing with himself as a boy.  It was,
at the very least, cute.

I again waited for Justin to equalize things within himself.

He looked up at me, and smiled sheepishly.

"Always and for obvious reasons whenever anyone has, um, like done it with
me, they have always worn protection.  Which is good, but I, um, just
wanted you not too, like if you wanted to do it that way.  Um.
Because.......well, I just wanted to feel you inside me with nothing else.
Just you," and then he smiled sheepishly even bigger, "and I wanted to feel
you cum inside me.  I've never felt that before, and I didn't know until
now that I wanted that."

It was SOOOOOOO cute of a moment that it will live forever in my memory,
his smile, the sincerity in his voice, his sheepishness, everything.

"Thank you," I said.  "That's a very big compliment."

"Dude, you don't know the half of it," he returned, hugging me tighter.

"Yeah, but I'll bet I can guess," I mused, not really asking him to
explain.

We hugged again for a moment, then I spoke.

"I dunno.  That's a big responsibility for both of us.  And I might be
being like very conservative on this next one which is just quirky ole me.
But it also might be too early for us to consider that."  I paused.  "I'd
not given it much thought."

"Um, ok" he said.  "Yeah, you could be right.  I kinda thought it might be
a bit much to ask.  Yeah," he said.

But I could tell in his own very mild and unassuming way he was taken
aback.  I instantly reconsidered, taking into account what he was looking
at, why he was asking, and who it was that was asking me.

Justin's head was tucked into his chest a bit, sorta like he'd retracted a
bit.

I lifted his chin gently with my hand and looked into his eyes, saying
nothing until he focused in and looked at me and smiled.

"Dude," I returned, "y-o-u don't know the half of it."  He gave me yet
another sheepish grin.  "I think I need to say something here.  Yeah, under
normal circumstances it might be too soon for you and I to consider what
you asked.  But there are some extremely extenuating circumstances here
that I hadn't taken into account until I thought about it some."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like it was you who was asking, not just anybody," I returned.  "And it
might actually be a little early in this "relationship" to consider such an
action.  But to be honest, I think we're both responsible enough to handle
it."

"You mean committed," he offered, waiting to see if I agreed.

I smiled directly at him, and he knew.

"I knew it," he said again.

This time it was me who pulled him close and hugged him tightly.  "Yeah," I
said, "we're definitely committed."

We both laughed.

"Is that something you wanna do right now?" I asked quietly.

Justin looked up at me and smiled.  "Well, yes and no," he replied.  "Yes I
want to, but I also want to have it to look forward to, so no.  I guess.
Heck, I dunno," he laughed.

"Yup, I understand."  And I did, because I felt the same way.

"Well, I'll tell you how I think we should do it, when we do it," he said.

"Oh, and how it that, Mr. Justin?" I teased.

"I think that I should service you well for a bit while you're lying flat
on the bed, and then sit on you while you're stilling laying down.  Of
course, I may well have a stiffie by that point in time that may require
some attention as I bounce up and down on your bare manhood....." he
smiled.

"Sounds delicious," I said.

"yup," he smiled, "sure does."

We were both quiet for awhile, and then Justin spoke again.

"I'm hungry," he laughed.  "You'd think we'd stayed up late exercising or
something."

"Yeah, imagine that," I quipped.

"Let's have a quick, light breakfast, then have a shower and plan out the
day.  How's that sound?" I asked.

"Cool," he returned.  "I wanna help," and with that he was out of bed,
boyhood bouncing wildly as he leaped off the bed and into his undies and
t-shirt.

After breakfast and a regular shower, we began to plan out what we wanted
to do for the day.  We decided to go to the zoo, and the beach, and wing it
from there.

"Well, don't forget about dinner," Justin reminded me.

"Dinner?"

"You know, with my mom," he said, turning away and quickly becoming
interested in something else.  I could have sworn he was silently giggling.

"Justin?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought you said that she wanted to have me over for dinner
s-o-m-e-t-i-m-e...."

"Well, yeah.  But she also said that if we didn't have any other plans for
the evening, she was making her famous lasagna and that we could show up
for dinner."

I am sure the look on my face was one for the record books.  I wasn't
angry, taken aback, or anxious.  I am not sure what I was.

"Michael, we don't have to go for dinner today.  I know it's a bit much for
now.  But just in case we didn't have anything to do...."

"Yeah, let's play that one by ear.  I guess I need to hear you talk a bit
more about your mom and stuff, so that I sorta get where things are at, her
viewpoint on you, being gay, having a boylover for an intimate friend, etc.
I am not sure yet if I'm altogether comfortable with having your mom ask me
did I have a good day having sex with her son," I joked.

Justin laughed back.  "Yeah, ok.  Let's talk a bit."

"And hey, let's talk about any additional or further commitments that we
want to make with and for each other, how does that sound?"

"Um, yeah.  Probably a good idea," Justin said.  "Ok, I agree."

Silence, and then....

"Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Sorry.  I've never had to think about a whole other person when I made
decisions before.  It's real different.  I promise to get better at it."

I ruffled his hair, "As bright as you are, that goes without saying."

"Thanks!" he smiled.

"Alright, babe.  Let's take a time-out and talk about your mom a bit.
She's important to you, and so I guess she's important to me too, then.
So, if you don't mind, I'd like to hear about your mom a bit.  And when I
have a question about whatever it is your explaining, I'll say so.  How's
that sound?" I asked.

"Cool!" and he was just beaming.  "Well, to begin with, she's nice and is
always thinking about me, doing nice stuff for me, and making sure I'm ok.

"Wow, she sounds pretty cool, alright," I said.

"Yep, she is," he said.  "I have talked about my being gay to her, and she
has helped me out a lot."  Justin smiled big.  "Well, after all, I guess
she and I have a lot of common reality, as we both like guys," he laughed.

I had to laugh with him, especially as he was really enjoying talking about
his mom.

"Um, let's see.  She's a real good cook, keeps the house clean, is the
manager of a medical office, works hard, likes to sit home and watch a
movie with me, likes my friends.....well, except for my ex-boyfriend Dan
who sorta screwed me over just to screw me.  She didn't think that was
funny at all."

"I'll bet," I said.  "So, what does she know about me?"

Justin laughed.  "Well, almost everything," he answered.

"Oh?" I queried.

"Ok, the basics.  She knows I stayed over at your trailer at Cuyamaca, and
that I like you a lot.  And she probably figures we did it."  He giggled
almost like a 12-year old.  SOOOOo cute.  "...and of course she knows where
I am now, and that you're real nice, care about me, and
are..........um..........older."

"Are there any of those points that she's not cool with?" I asked.

"Um, well, I think she's concerned about my liking so much with you being
older than I am, but she also knows me pretty well and trusts me a lot.
So, I don't think any worries there."

"Ok," I returned.  "Do you think she wants to meet me more or less to just
check me out and see if I'm screwing you over?"

"And over and over and over," Justin joked, and we both laughed hard.

"You're bad," I said, and I gave him a little love-punch.

He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Well, truthfully, yeah, probabaly.  But she also knows that I like you,
and she also likes doing nice things for me with my friends.  I can't count
the number of times she's had a ton of my friends over and made food for us
and watched movies with us.  A ton of times."

"Hmmm," I said.

"Hmmm?" he asked.

"Well, ok."  I paused.  "I think I wanna go.  That is, if it's OK with
you."

"To dinner?" Justin asked, excited.

"Sure."

"Woohoo!" he yelped.  "WAY cool!  Can I call her?  Well, I guess after we
shower and eat breakfast, I guess."

"Sure," I said.  "Except that I think I want to have you for breakfast
while we're in the shower.  Does that count?"

Justin totally sidestepped the joking - although I wasn't totally joking -
and looked at me with the most adorable bedroom eyes I have e-v-e-r seen.

"Michael, did you mean it when you said we could like do it without any
protection so I could feel you inside me?"

"Sure did," I responded.

"Ok.  Cool.  Um, is it ok if I let you know when I'd like to do that with
you?  Like mainly I wanna pick the right time, so that it's fun, but I also
want it to be special, too.  Is that ok?"

I almost teared up.  "Yeah, babe, it is totally ok," and I hugged him
again, and once again kissed the top of his head.

"MMmmmmmmmm," Justin purred.

We had a quick shower, talked about what seemed like a hundred things, ate
a simple breakfast, and dressed for the day.

We were in the bedroom, and I could tell we were both sneaking looks at
each other as we slipped out of our morning clothes and began to go thru
our respective wardrobes to see what to wear for the day.

Justin walked over to me, took my hand and led me to the bed.  He pushed me
back and I flopped flat on my back.  Donning only his distended underwear
he climbed on top of my similarly distended undies.

Behind his back he pushed my only clothing down, lubed my straining member
and his bum, and began to put a condom on me without even looking.  Nice!
He leaned down to kissed me, and pushed down on my manhood and mounted me
at the same time.

To say the least, it took my breath away.  Although I was penetrating this
beautiful boy, he was definitely in control, taking me in, and making me
grab the bedsheets.

Justin did things with his butt that I wasn't aware butts could do, while
hugging, kissing, fondling, and rubbing me everywhere.

I can hardly describe the orgasms Justin made me have now, it was like
having saved up for days or weeks, releasing every tenseness, exhausting
every cell, squirting every possible droplet of sperm from massive internal
contractions.  And he could tell I was close.

He began to breath heavily also, and leaned over, putting his head next to
mine.  His raging hardon pistoned up and down on our stomachs, and he sped
his way up and down my member until I came and let out a huge gutteral
series of "ugh's", followed by his version of the same.

"Phew," he panted.

"Uh huh," I returned.

He sat upright, looking me directly and without faultering.  "You know I
like you a whole lot."

"Yeah, that seemed kinda apparent," I teased, but his gaze didn't waver.  I
gently rubbed his stomach, tracing his blonde treasure trail upward with
both hands.  "Same here, Justin.  Sometimes more than a whole lot, too."

"Yeah, I know," he said, "that seemed kinda apparent, too," gently teasing
me back.

"Wanna drive my car?" he said.

"Sure," I said.

"Cool, let's go."

And we were off like a shot.

The day was a fine blend of Justin being intoxicatingly sexy, his laugh and
smile and general happy tone of voice, the beautiful southern California
weather, and quitely simply the fact of my having some time off with the
cutest, nicest, best boy I'd met across my entire life.

I was reflecting on the days events as I sat at Justin's mom's dining room
table.

".......long have you been at your current job?" she asked.

"I hired on as the office manager a bit over 4 years ago," I answered,
"it's been a relatively nice place to work."

"Does it keep you busy?" she asked.

"Well, in general yes, but there are always those times when I have a stray
opportunity to catch up on any work backlogs," I said.

"Are you happy there?" she continued.

"Yep, sure am," I grinned.

Justin gave his mom a side-ways look.  I almost cracked up out-loud.  I am
sure he was trying to get her to slow down the line-of-questioning.

"I'm just trying to get to know him," she laughed and half-defended
herself.

Dinner was great, Justin's mom was sharp and funny, yet I could tell that I
was (of course) being assessed on a continual basis.  I had to admit, if I
was the mom in charge of a gay, beautiful, under-aged boy, I would probably
be careful as hell, also.

It was getting on to be about 8:30p or so, and things were winding down a
bit.

"So, where ya guys going after dinner?" she asked.

"I dunno, probably a movie, I guess.  We hadn't thought it out that far,"
Justin offered.

"Ok.  Ya need some money?" she asked Justin.

Justin hemmed and hawed a little bit, and said "yeah, sure."

"Ok," she returned.  "Would you please grab my purse off the bed?"

"Yup, sure.  Thanks, mom," and off he bounded up the stairs.

His mom turned to me, and without any ill-emotion, stated, "Michael, it's
obvious that Justin has fallen for you.  I am sure you are aware he is
under age, and also quite a few years your junior.  It is obvious that you
like him a lot, also, I don't miss how you react to him, watch over him,
and acting caringly towards him.  As his mom I can say that I really
appreciate that."

She continued.

"I trust Justin as much or more than anyone else probably ever in my life.
If he likes you, I like you.  You're a boylover, ok, I can understand that.
But please, Michael, take care of Justin, try hard not to break his heart,
and call me anytime you want if you need any help, or need to bounce
something off me."

Justin walked up as she finished.

I nodded, and said, "I totally understand.  Ma'am, do you mind if I respond
to you with Justin here?  If not, no problem, really.  I totally understand
where you are coming from."

She eyed me slightly, and nodded also, giving me the go-ahead.

"I am most definitely a boy-lover in the fullest sense of the word, and
Justin is a special guy, as I'm sure you're more than aware.  Yes, he means
a lot to me, and no, I don't know where things are headed.  I only know
that I like him a lot, he is wonderful and cares back for me, and
that... well, I don't know how to state it, really.  I don't know if I've
verbalized this even to Justin.

I paused, and had the attention of both Justin and his mom, completely.

"Am I in this just for convenient sex?  No.  Am I in this for myself and
just using Justin?  Absolutely not.  I don't think I've cared for anyone
this much in a long, long time.  Maybe ever."

Again I paused, gathering my thoughts.

"Do I love your son?  Well, if caring for someone more nearly more than
yourself, thinking about that person constantly, wondering how they're
doing, wanting to hold them close, caring how they are and how they do,
wanting them by your side, wanting them to care for you too, well, if
that's love them I guess maybe so.  It's a complicated word and tends to
get mucked around a lot.  All I know is that I care for you Justin, a lot."

"You love me," Justin said.  It was a statement.

"Yeah," I said.

"I knew I was right," he smiled, "I knew it."  He was both tickled pink and
nearly crying at the same time.

He walked up and looked me in the eyes, looked down a bit, and kissed my
shirt.  "Cool."

"Yup," I replied, and I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight for
a moment.

"Thanks for a wonderful dinner and company," I said.  "I mean it.  It was
nice.  Thanks."

"You're welcome, Michael.  Thanks for coming."

"Ma'am, do you mind if we head out?"

"Well, if you're asking my permission to date my son, I couldn't agree
more."  And she laughed, "You're a little late on the whole asking thing,
but given the circumstances, I don't know if I would've expected it to be
handled any differently.

"Thanks," I said.

Justin gave his mom and hug and a few private words, and gave her a peck on
the cheek.

And we were off.

Justin drove at this point, and at the first stop sign, he put the car in
neutral and turned to me.

"You are un-fucking-believable, Michael."

"As are you."

"I guess this means we're sorta going out, um, like dating, huh?"  he
ventured, barely able to contain his exuberance.

"Aw, I guess so," I teased.  "Seems to be a good thing to do."  And I
smiled.

"yup," he said.  "So, where do you want to go?"

"With you," I replied.  "Anywhere you want to go."

He drove to the beach, and we made out like 13-year olds, kissing fondling
groping laughing groaning......

The top was down, and Justin said, "Put your seat back down flat," and I
did.

Justin lost his pants and undies right away, followed by me doing the same.
He crawled around over the top of me to a "69" position, and right then and
there he began to give me his patented great blowjob, my poor dick
straining like it hadn't cum for weeks.

Justin liked his balls fondled and his bum fingered while I sucked, so away
I went giving it my all.....

We were close and he and I toggled speeding up and slowing down to time it
so that we both came close to the same time.

Oh, we did REAL well!!!

It is so hard to groan and moan while you are sucking and getting a mouth
full of your favorite boy's cum.

We licked each other clean, kissing each others' inner thighs, deflating
manhoods, tender balls.

Back in the seats, aright and looking out over the water from the parking
area, Justin just sighed.

He turned to me, somber as I'd ever seen him.

"Thanks for being you," he said.

"You too, babe," I returned.

"You know I love you, too, right?  Cuz I do, Michael.  I was just afraid to
say it and not have it be where you were at.  It would've been too awkward,
and........"

I put my shushing finger across his lips, and he quieted.

"I know," I said.  "Me too."

"Let's go home and hit the sack, Michael.  I wanna lay next to you and fall
asleep again.  I really love that."

"Sounds good, let's go."

"I am SOOOOO lucky," he said.

All I could do is shake my head........