Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 16:09:29 EDT
From: Lyricbaritenor25@aol.com
Subject: JP and Justin Parts 1 and 2

This story is a work of fiction and no person living or dead was used as a
basis for character development.  You should read this only if you are not
offended by male/male sex and if you are not offended by man/boy sex.


JP and Justin Part 1


    It had been another in a series of long frustrating days where not enough
good had come of the young man's labors.  J.P., as a musician, was at the top
of his field.  He played piano and organ with a sort of desperation and easy
fluidity that masked and underlying lack of solid technical foundry.  His
singing made some cry and some laugh, some jealous and some simply sit up and
take notice.  School chorus director, church musician, husband, boy lover.

    The latter he knew about for as many years as he had been a musician.  It
was not solely their pubescent developing faces, nor their soft palms eager
to grip their tenuous flesh, nor their distinctively spermy, pollen-filled
scents, nor their soft white necks, armpits, hard bellies, delicious feet and
softly-downed limbs the gave J.P. a churning burning need deep at his core.
Nor was it the sweet crackling tone of their adolescent voices, the inhuman
cry of a boy in the throws of laughter, anguish or orgasm, the deep
penetrating stare from young clear eyes, the pent-up walk, the flaring
temper, the quest for satiation of curiosity.  NO, something about the
mysterious combination of these forces drew J.P. to teenage boys, and to the
pleasures that lay therein.

    AOL was always a place where a bevy of puppies could be found.  This
evening was no oddity as each of the M4M18 chat rooms was full, as were the
YB rooms, the YM rooms, the YM4littlebro rooms, the dad4son rooms, and the
sontakesdadscum rooms.  J.P. felt a familiar stirring in the tissues of his
penis.  Not a full, raging erection, but an awaking as of the Kraken, the
beast that will bring the end of creation.

    Several of his IM s went unanswered, but finally one was returned, the
familiar ringing giving his full six-and-a-half-inch pulsing boner new life.
He gripped his cock lightly in the fingers of his left hand feeling the veiny
shaft and the swollen glans caress his skin.  Keeping the attention span of
the horny boy in mind, he immediately responded:

"26m mass hard and bored, u?"

"Same, 15m mass," was returned.

    J.P.'s breath caught in his throat and he placed his entire palm in tight
contact with the shaft of his penis, which hadn't been given the pleasure of
orgasm in three nights.

"What's uP?"

"My penis, 6", and some precum," the boy responded.

"I'm home alone, u?" typed J.P, his glans swelling and generating some of
that same delicious fluid which he spread over the shaft of his cock, licking
his wet palm.

"Yes, just my little brother in his room next to me."

"RU Gay/Bi?" queried J.P., hoping to entice this horny youth for a shuddering
climax.

"Curious, have a gf, but me and my brother have been masturbating together
since he started cumming two weeks ago.   I think I am more attracted to him
than to her."

    J.P. got a throbber anew as he read the full sentences that boy streamed
out of his fingers.  He imagined the 15 year old boy with is cock out,
clothes still on for fear that he would be caught jerking off.  He imagined
the boy's pale skin, hard penis with a slight layer of skin gathered at the
base of the shaft where it stuck out from the slit in his briefs.  He
imagined the soft pubic hair moistened slightly by the boy's sweaty palms
stroking his otherwise dry penis with the most beautifully cut glans and soft
fleshy balls.

    J.P. wanted most to SEE, HEAR, TASTE, SMELL, and TOUCH this boy-the
embodiment of all that kept him energized though this long day.

"Have you ever had phone sex with another guy?" J.P. pushed his penis into
his lightly closed fist imagining that he was with the boy, above him,
thrusting between his young naked thighs tightly closed for his pleasure.

"No, but I'm home alone except for Tommy."

"You could call me collect if you want, and if it ever gets too uncomfortable
for you, just hang up.  I'll never call you back."  J.P.  wanted to hear this
boy masturbate so badly that he was holding his breath and gritting his teeth
with anxiety.

"Do you have a picture?" asked the delicious boy.

"No, sorry. Do you?"

"Yes, hold on."  J.P. did hold on and jerked his meat up to the point of
explosion and then stopped, edging his way to bliss.

    In seconds and electronic transfer had occurred and a neat school picture
of a stunningly beautiful brown-haired teen boy with piercing blue eyes was
open on J.P.'s computer.  He recognized the boy immediately as one from the
high school where he was a teacher.  He saw this boy every morning as they
passed in the hallway.  J.P. would stare the boy down every day and feel his
gaze tumbling back and their heads both turn to face one another.  The boy
was a football player, and an honors student, and God's good gift to the
pedophile.  His body seemed to be constructed to please J.P.'s every need and
want.

"You're really beautiful," typed J.P. amid long strokes of his needy cock.
He typed his phone number and the boy responded:

"Cool."

They both signed off and almost immediately the phone rang.  The operator
asked J.P. to say yes or press to accept a collect call from an extremely
horny sounding boy named "me."  His voice nearly breaking he managed the word
and they were connected.

"Hey, buddy," sighed J.P.

"Hi," said the same needy boy's voice.  "I've never done anything like this
before."

"Don't worry, boy, I'll make it good for you.  Are you stroking your penis?"

"Yes, are you?"

"I have been for a long time, and want to finish with you, Justin."

"OK.  Will you tell me what to do?" said the boy with the excitement of a
five year old.

"Yes, boy.  First take off your underwear and your t-shirt and your socks.  I
want both of us to be naked when we cum.  Will you do that for me?"

"Yes..." J.P. heard little sighs and moans as the boy removed those garments
and finally bore his naked body to his own exploring hands.  "It feels so
good to be naked."

"How close are you, Justin?"

"Very close.  I'm trying to hold back so I don't cum yet."

"Yes, its called edging and I'm doing it too.  You're very hot, boy. I love
listening to your voice and looking at your face.  I've seen you before, and
you've seen me.  I look in your eyes and at your perfect body every morning,"
J.P. whispered into the receiver as his hips started to buck up and down
thrusting his penis into his now spit-filled fist.  It's so good to grasp
your cock so that every surface feels contact.  J.P. imagined that the boy's
hot asshole would feel much like this fist.

"Justin, did you hear me?" purred J.P.

"Yes.  I'm glad it's you.  I always feel good when you walk by because I know
that's why you're looking.  I get hard because I know you like what you see.
It feels like you want to eat me your eyes look so hungry."  Justin was
clearly enjoying this and the kid was a natural at phone sex.  He was a
bundle of sexual energy never unleashed.  His poor girlfriend will never know
what she's missing.

"Justin, I want to cum with you."

"Yes, I need to shoot, o my god it's so close!"
"Are you jacking slowly or quickly?"

"Slowly, you," Justin panted.

"Yes, but I can't wait any more.  Your hot voice is sending me over.  Count
backwards from ten with me and we'll cum when we get to one."

"10," Justin stuttered as his breathing quickened.

"9," J.P. kept the cock in his hand on the verge of one of the biggest
orgasms he can remember, his whole body twisting and writhing, his bare feet
rubbing together wanting to be wrapped around Justin.

"8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2," but they couldn't even say "1" as both had already
been taken by the fury of a ravenously climactic orgasm.  J.P.'s cum flew
over his head, splashed his face and chest and ran down his legs and his
tight fist which kept running over and over his ultra-sensitive glans causing
his severe stress bordering on pain.

But he knew it was good as the boy said

"Thank you Mr. Anderson," and hung up.



JP and Justin Part 2

    The following morning was like many others with a light chill in the air
drawn over J.P.'s bed.  His wife was first up as always and he followed
shortly after.  They wished each other well and pledged their love, bidding
each other safe driving and wishing a safe return home.  J.P. skipped
breakfast and went to school to teach a full day and then go on to conduct
rehearsals at night after some afternoon meetings.

    This morning was unlike any other because he would see THE BOY today
several times and they would both KNOW what they had done and have to decide
what now to do.    HE was hard when he pulled up to school.

    The first several periods when by as he had planned and a good day was
well in the making.  It happened so quickly that he almost missed it.  As
J.P. was walking his normal route to get his mail, a hand caught him at the
bottom of the right ass cheek and another shoved a note in his own hand.
"I need to see you after school in your room - Justin."  He turned and saw
the perfect 15-year-old boy sauntering away from him, arm in arm with a girl
looking up at Justin with a confused expression.  J.P. stuffed the note in
his pocket and went on with the rest of the day.

    The day was over and J.P. had nearly left when his classroom door opened
and Justin entered, alone this time.  He wore blue jeans, sneakers, and his
red football jersey over a white t-shirt.  His hard abdomen, tight ass,
square pecs, and distinct bulge all were displayed prominently.

"Hi, Justin," J.P. stammered, feeling the blood rush from his head to his
crotch at the sight of the boy.  He shifted uncomfortably in his spot.

"I want to talk to you some more," said Justin, his hand lowering to his
pants, rubbing the growing package contained therein.

"Justin, this really can't go any further than it has.  You're a student here
and I'm a teacher.  I could get into trouble for this," said J.P. affecting
his best official heterosexual non-pedophile voice.

"But...I want to do it again," came Justin's sweet whine.  This was really
surreal for J.P. as he had never heard the boy speak until last night, and
then it wasn't in person.  He lost all will power and led the boy to his
office and closed the door.

    It was as if the combination of seeing, hearing, and smelling Justin took
over J.P.'s self-control.  He pushed Justin against the wall and laid his
hands on the boy's hard chest and arms.  He kissed the sweet boy's mouth and
tasted his warm breath and felt his saliva and his young eager tongue tracing
the inside of his lips.  They pressed their bodies together, both needing
each other's caress.  All that eleven years had given J.P. was a stronger
desire for boys than he had at 15.  Clearly Justin was a future fag of
America as well, grinding his hot boy hips into his teacher.

    Instantly on his knees, J.P. lowered the boy's jeans and underwear
freeing his delicious penis which J.P. greedily swallowed whole into his
tight, warm, wet mouth.  Justin emitted an inhuman groan letting J.P. know
that the proper surfaces were being covered.  J.P. ran his older hands under
the boy's t-shirt and felt the smooth, hard stomach, navel and nipples.
These are possibly the best part of a boy.  Navel and nipples follow close
behind the penis in terms of the erotic pleasure one receives from tactile
contact.

    J.P. felt Justin's hips buck and cock contract and hot streams of the
best tasting semen in the world hit the back of his pharynx, travel down his
throat and out his lips.  He scooped it up and shoved a finger in Justin's
mouth so he could taste his own seen on J.P.'s skin.

"Stop, stop, stop!!!" squeaked the teen, but J.P. kept the boy's penis
tightly between his sucking wet lips.  His hands ran up and down the boy's
delicious legs as J.P. kept up the oral assault on this cock, which would
certainly rise for another volley.  His hands and fingers traveled to the
beautiful round orbs of the boy's ass and to the crack between those fleshy
beauties.

    Justin had clearly been circumspect when he taught himself to masturbate
as these actions caused him merely to moan appreciatively with a look of
utter bliss on his face.  He began rocking his hips in invitation.

    J.P. found the perfect tight entrance to the boy's pussy and pushed his
middle finger in past the tight virgin ring.

"O fuck yea," sighed the boy whose penis was pushing the back wall of J.P.'s
throat into a new shape.  Justin's hips pushed backwards to J.P.'s
penetrating finger which suddenly became two fingers and three fingers.

    No longer able to hold himself back, J.P. opened his own pants and pulled
down his underwear.  Sitting down on his heels, he pulled the boy down to
straddle his penis which he shoved into Justin's tight waiting hole in one
smooth stroke.

"God you're so hot in there, Justin.  You make me want to move my hips.  Are
you ready to feel my penis moving in and out of your hot hole, boy?"

"FUCK YES!" groaned the boy whose penis was in his eager soft hand which J.P.
slapped away.

"You'll cum when I make you cum, boy."  The boy ground his hips down onto
J.P.'s cock in frustration only heightening the sexual tension in his
youthful loins.  J.P. pulled off Justin's shirts exposing the boy's perfect
brown nipples gone erect and his pristine white chest which he licked and
kissed.  Justin moaned loving the feeling of his teacher's tongue bathing his
naked skin.

"You love being naked, don't you, Justin," asked J.P.

"Yes, O God, I love how my skin feels when you touch me."

    Suddenly the boy's hands were all over J.P.'s head and neck and chest.
J.P. loved being touched, especially by those soft palms and eager fingers.
He said a silent prayer of thanks for Justin's violent masturbation sessions
making his palms so soft and skillful.

    J.P. ground his lips into the boy's sweet armpits and pumped his hips at
lightening speed into Justin's tight clutching ass.  The pits were spicy and
sweet and now wet with J.P.'s spit and that alone sent him over the edge.

    Grunting loudly and with abandon, J.P. thrust a final time into Justin
and his cock erupted with seven volleys of cum that he could feel leaking
back of the boy's ass.  Gripping the seven-inch hard teen cock in front of
him, he jerked the boy for all he was worth spraying cum all over his own
face and Justin's chest.

    Justin collapsed on J.P. meshing his tight cum-covered teen chest and
belly onto J.P.'s face.  Sliding the boy off his cock, he locked his lips
with those younger ones and tasted nothing but their breath, saliva, and
Justin's fresh load of young boy cum.

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