Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2012 18:45:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 11
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Wrong Number
Chapter Ten - The Final Outcome!
The next day, when Justin arrived, and I sat him down to discuss the
problem, intending to tell him we couldn't see each other anymore. Before
I got to the part where he wouldn't be able to come over anymore, he just
snickered and grinned, stood up and stripped naked, then said, "Yeah right.
Let's go to the bedroom. My ass needs your dick in it!"
As I gazed at his hardon, which was twitching up and down in time with the
beat of his heart, I realized there was no way I wasn't going to have sex
with him again that day. And in that moment, my realization that unless I
stopped Justin from coming over at all, or I'd never end the sex with him,
was affirmed.
At the same time though, as I watched his little bare bubble butt wiggling
as he padded across the room to my bedroom, I realized I was completely
addicted to him and the last thing I wanted was for our time together to
end! And he was seemingly equally as addicted to me. I felt myself
collapse emotionally then, and my eyes welled with tears over my emotional
weakness. For a moment, I sat blinking, and trying to muster the courage
to get up and go tell Justin to get up and leave.
"Peter..." Justin called then. "My asshole is on fire! It needs your
greasy stick shoved up inside it!"
My cock flexed at the thought of sliding my greased rod into Justin's
tight, hot, hole. I knew then that I would never tell Justin he couldn't
come over again, and that I'd also not ever be able to stop myself from
having sex with him. Sighing, I resignedly got up and headed toward the
bedroom, with my hardness uncomfortably bent double in my pants.
Justin was already on the bed when I reached my room, laying naked, on his
right side, with his left leg drawn up so his knee was pointing at the
ceiling, and his head propped up on his hand, staring at me smiling. His
hard little dick was sticking straight out at me, twitching rhythmically up
and down with his heartbeat. Its tip appeared to glisten just a little.
My cock flexed violently in my pants of course, which was very
uncomfortable given its confines.
Quickly I stripped, then joined Jutin on the bed. We got into a '69' for a
while. Then, finally Justin asked me to fuck him, which I did. Our
lovemaking that afternoon is more passionate than ever, and as I fucked him
in the missionary position, we kissed again, like we did the first time I
fucked him that way. Afterward, we rested, wrapped in each other's arms,
then showered, and played with each other in the shower a little, taking
turns sucking each other off as the water rained down on us.
Afterward, as he left, Justin looked at me with a serious expression on his
face. He looked so emotional, I thought he might start to cry.
"I know what you were going to tell me earlier. Thank you for not sending
me away!" he said in a serious tone. "I love you so much Peter! And you
don't ever have to worry about getting in trouble because of me. It won't
happen! I'd never admit to anyone what we do. I love you, and I just have
to be with you - forever! Are you finally done trying to convince me we
have to stop?"
I looked at him for a moment, and realized it wasn't in me to ever turn
Justin away, and that he was going to be a permanent fixture in my life, at
least for some time, and that having sex with him was going to be part of
the package. In one way, it excited me greatly. Of course, in another, it
terrified me to the core of my inner being. I had no idea how things would
play out, but knew I was trapped in a situation that most likely wasn't
going to end very soon... but one that when it did end, could be tragic for
me. Still, the proposed benefits of what being with Justin offered me were
so great, I wasn't strong enough to say no. All I could do was agree, and
pray that if there was a God, he'd view the relationship that Justin and I
had as beneficial to him, as well as to me, and that He'd protect us both
from harm!
As I looked at Justin, I wasn't able to muster a smile, as I couldn't help
feeling doomed. Never-the-less, feeling extremely guilty, I nodded.
"Cool!" he said, and a huge grin flooded his face. His smile faded, and he
looked a little worried then, as he added, "Well, then, we we only have one
small problem. My father wonders why I'm still asking him for money for
things if I'm working for you now! And, they're things I really need the
money for, and he won't give me any."
"Oh fuck!" I swore, and I frowned. As I looked at him, he looked
embarrassed and guilty, and shrugged a little. I reached into my pocket
then and pulled out my wallet, and selected a $20 bill from it.
"Here," I said. "I guess I'll have to pay you for your "work" from now on
then too!"
Justin smiled slightly, but still looked embarrassed. I was surprised when
he apologized as he took the money from me. Before I could say anything
else, he stood up on his tiptoes, and bussed me on the cheek, then smiled
more brightly and said "Thanks Peter. You're the best!" Grinning more
broadly then, he opened the door, stepped outside, and said "See you
tomorrow." Then he trotted off down the street.
* * *
And so began a new phase in my life. One where Justin came by every day
after school, and we spent a couple of hours naked together in my room,
having awesome sex. Each day, I gave him a $20 bill, as part of our cover
story about him working for me. I couldn't help but feel as if I was
paying a prostitute, but I knew Justin wasn't doing it for the money, he
just wanted the sex... and he wanted - no needed - the relationship he had
with me. The more I got to know him, and the more he told me of his home
life, I began to realize more and more just how much Justin truly needed me
in his life on an emotional level, even more than as a sex partner. I felt
very bad for him, but was glad I was able to help him. On the up-side,
since I was "with" Justin nearly every day, I stopped dating, and used the
money I'd have spent going out, to pay Justin instead. So, I never really
noticed a change in the amount of money I had. And, I actually was
getting a lot more, and a lot better, sex than I had been when I was
dating!
Amazingly, Justin's and my arrangement continued the entire time he was in
high school! As he got older, I kept thinking he'd suddenly decide he
didn't want to be with an older guy - that he'd want someone his own age,
but that never happened. He seemed very content being with me, and just as
happy, if not happier, the more time we spent together.
As he grew older, to his great joy, his body grew too. He never got to be
as big as me, but he was much happier with his 5'7" 120 lb frame, and 7"
cock he ended up with, once he was full grown.
And, together, as Justin grew, our sex became more mature and more
passionate. And, the two of us experimented every so often with a wide
variety of sexual activities, even enemas, which seemed to interest Justin
greatly, and actually did turn out to be somewhat erotic. Once we'd tried
them, every once in a while, when we had more time to spend together, we
would spend a little time cleansing each other's insides, before we had
sex!
And during all the time we spent together, our feelings for each other grew
stronger and stronger - into a truly loving relationship!
* * *
In his senior year in high school, Justin decided he was going to continue
living at home and attend a local community college to further his
education. I believe his real reason was so that he could remain close to
me, and continue our relationship. His parents were happy he wanted to do
college the cheapest way possible, because, as he put it, that gave them
more money for their beer and cigarettes.
One cold, rainy night, late in August, just before his first semester at
college was to start, Justin appeared on my doorstep. It was late - after
dark and pouring rain. He was soaked and trembling. I couldn't tell if he
was cold, frightened, or crying. He also had a bruise forming around his
left eye, and a puffed up, bloody lip. He looked awful!
Shocked to see him in that condition, I quickly pulled him inside, and as
soon as the door closed behind him, he burst into tears and fell into my
arms. All I could do was hold him and tell him it would be OK, even though
I had no clue what might have happened.
When I finally got him calmed down a little, I took him to the bathroom and
had him strip down. Then I dried him off, and looked him over for worse
injuries. Thankfully, he had none! I had him put on a bathrobe and took
him to the kitchen then, and made him a mug of hot chocolate. Then, we sat
down to talk.
Apparently Justin had been out someplace, and while he was gone his father
had apparently gone into his room looking for something he thought Justin
might have. While looking for the item, he'd discoverd Justin's hidden
stash of porn magazines - gay porn magazines, and a penis-shaped dildo,
that even I was unaware Justin had. When Justin arrived home, he found his
father sitting in his room, on his bed, next to the stack of porn
magazines, holding the dildo in his hand by the balls. Instantly Justin
was terrified, and rightfully so.
His father leaped up and began screaming at him, demanding to know the
meaning of the magazines and sex toy. He wanted to know if Justin was gay.
Justin was caught so off guard, he didn't know what to say. Finally, as
his father shrieked at him and carried on so, he had no choice but to admit
that he was gay.
His father flew into a rage then and started to hit him, as he screamed at
him, and called him a faggot! In the end, he bellowed at him to get the
Hell out of his house, and never come back!
Terrified, and already in pain from his father's beating, Justin turned to
flee from his room, only to find his mother standing in the doorway, tears
running down her face. "is it true? You're a homo?" she asked in a
pleading tone. Struggling to keep from starting to cry himself, Justin had
only been able to nod at her. She suddenly looked stricken, then barely
able to speak she'd stepped aside, and pointed toward the stairs, and said,
"Then your father's right, you can't live here any longer!" With that,
Justin said, he'd fled down the stairs and out of the house. At first he
said he'd stood outside on the sidewalk, crying I would assume, not knowing
what to do. A moment later, he'd thought of me and ran to my house.
When he ended his story, Justin's face crumpled again, and again he broke
down sobbing, whining "e-even m-my m-mother doesn't w-want me anymore!" As
I quickly knelt and took him in my arms again, I couldn't stop my own
tears, and as I held him, until he again cried himself out, I too wept
along with him. I couldn't imagine how awful and abandoned he must be
feeling!
Once he was calmer again, and could focus a little better, I told him it
would be OK, and he could stay with me. He seemed to relax considerably
when he heard that. I took him then to the bathroom and stripped him
again, then stripped myself and got him into the shower. I washed him
then. It was the first time we showered without having sexual contact, but
at that point, he just needed to be cleaned up, warmed up, and taken care
of. After a while, when he was all washed up and rinsed, and I felt he'd
probably warmed up, I dried him, and took him to bed. Sadly, he cuddled up
to me and when I wrapped my arm around him, he began to weep again.
Eventually, he cried himself to sleep. I laid there then, holding him,
wondering what to do. Eventually, I too drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, after he woke up, he seemed less overtly emotional.
Apparently the rest had been good for him. He was very quiet and somber
looking though - obviously still hurting and depressed. I quickly assured
him that he was going to be alright, that I'd help him, and he hugged me
gratefully, and sniffled a little as he nuzzled into me.
I suggested we make breakfast then, so we got up, and I pulled my pants on.
His were still laying on the bathroom floor, wet, so we tossed them in the
dryer, and he put on a pair of my track shorts and a T-shirt, which were
too big on him, but adequate for the moment.
He sat quietly while I cooked us some eggs, bacon and toast, and thought
frantically about what to do.
After I dished out the food and sat down to join Justin, I said, "I've been
thinking. It sounds to me like you probably won't be able to go home
anymore."
Justin snorted and said, "Ya think?"
"Well, then you're just going to have to live here with me!" I said.
Justin's head snapped up, and he looked at me with large eyes.
"Really?" he asked. "You mean it? You really would want me to live with
you?"
Smiling sadly, I nodded.
As he stared at me in disbelieif, his eyes became watery and he sniffled.
Still smiling, I said, "You're over here every day as it is. No reason you
shouldn't just move in altogether!"
As Justin's smile spread a little wider, as he fought to keep from crying,
I reached over and mussed his hair and told him it would be OK.
Overcome with emotions, he looked down at his plate and softly croaked
"Thank you!"
"No problem," I said. "Now eat!"
* * *
Later that day, after we'd dried Justin's clothes, he asked me if I'd drive
him over to his house. When I looked questioningly at him, he said his
parents would both be at work, and he had his key yet. He wanted to get
his things out of the house, while he still could. I agreed, and drove him
over. He smiled when he saw both cars missing from the yard. I pulled
into the driveway and Justin used his key to unlock the back door. We went
inside and up to his room. Quickly Justin began tossing things off the
shelves and desk, onto the bed, as I watched. He tossed me a bag and asked
me to empty the clothes from his dresser drawers into it, which I did. We
worked together quickly, and within a half hour, Justin had bundled all his
personal belongings into his comforter, which he folded up and carried down
to the car and shoved on the back seat. I had cleaned out his dresser and
desk drawers, and he quickly pulled the clothes and his shoes
and boots from his closet, while I pulled apart his laptop and printer.
We finished loading up the car, then Justin ran into the garage and grabbed
a skateboard, and bicycle. He tossed me the skateboard and said he'd meet
me at our house, then rode off down the street on the bicycle, while I
quickly got in the car and followed.
We put all Justin's things in the guest room, although, he never slept in
the bed in "his room". From the first night onward, he crawled into my bed
with me each night. I can't say this upset me at all. In fact, it felt
quite nice to have the warm boy snuggled up to me... of course, after
having made love first!
For a couple days, I waited on pins and needles for someone to show up at
the door - either Justin's parents, or the police, or ... I wasn't sure
who. Nobody ever came though!
Justin's first day of classes arrived, and since the tuition had been paid,
I sent him to school. For a while, we wondered if his parents were going
to try to get their money back for his tuition, but nothing ever happened.
Before the end of the term, he registered a change of address with the
college, using my address. Justin had a successful first term, and signed
up for a second term. When I asked him how he intended to pay for it, he
grinned and ran to his room, then returned a minute later with a bank book.
Still grinning, he opened it and showed me a balance of nearly $5,000.00.
When I asked him where he'd gotten all the money from, he grinned and told
me he'd had an after-school job all through high-school! I was shocked.
He'd saved all the money I'd given him. His smile faded then, and he said,
"Of course, it's really your money, so, if you want it back... especially
since you're letting me live here and I haven't helped pay for
any - " I cut him off and shushed him, and smiling, I told him I was very
happy he had enough money to pay for some more college, and that's what I
wanted to see him do with it! He smiled, and grabbed me and hugged me and
told me he oved me. Smiling, I hugged him back and told him I loved him
too.
During Justin's next semester, he looked around and found himself a part
time job, which he worked at whenever he could get the hours. He continued
working it through the summer, and by the end of July, he had enough money
saved up to pay for the first term of his second year in college. And by
the time it was time to pay for his second term, he had enough to pay for
that too. When that term ended, Justin had an associates degree!
Shortly after Justin graduated, he asked me to sit down with him for a
minute. He told me then, he didn't really know what he should do next with
his life. I asked him what he wanted to do, and he said the only thing he
knew was, he wanted to be with me, whatever he ended up doing. Looking a
little fearful, he asked me then if I still wanted to have him living with
me.
I smiled and told him nothing would make me happier than to have him
continue living with me, but, it had to be his choice.
"Then I choose you!" He cried, grinning. As I felt tears stinging my eyes,
I got up and so did he, and we shared a long hug. Of course, as we hugged,
our penises pressed into each other, and within seconds, I felt both his
and mine swelling up.
As we parted, his eyes twinkled and he grinned at me. I grinned back, and
he grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of our bedroom. We both
stripped, and fell onto the bed in a '69' and leisurely and lovingly sucked
on each other for a while. After several minutes had passed, I reached my
head through Justin's legs, and pulled my finger away from his pucker,
which I'd been massaging, and began licking at it. He moaned happily, and
a few minutes later, we parted, so I could roll him onto his back, as he
pulled his legs up. Then, I went down on his boy cunt, and gave it a good
tongue-lapping, followed by a tongue-fucking. Eventually, I stopped, and
while he waited with his legs still pulled up and apart, I greased up and
moved into position, then I slowly entered him, as he gasped, and I groaned
with pleasure. I made love to Justin then, slowly and gently at first,
then building to a crescendo, until I was pounding in and out of him,
and he was on the edge, whimpering with desire.
I continued slamming my tool in and out of the boy, until a few seconds
later, his body tensed up tightly, and he suddenly gasped loudly, and his
asshole squeezed my cock as he painted my belly with a huge streak of
pearly white spunk. I reached my own climax then, and as he blew another
stream of jism all over me, I exploded and filled his love tunnel with my
own semen as well. I bent forward then and our mouths locked as together
we both climaxed again, and again, and again.
When it was over, as usual, we lay together, me on top of Justin, as his
cum smeared our bodies between us.
Eventually, we got up and showered, then re-dressed and went to the kitchen
for drinks and a snack. As we noshed, I looked at Justin and said,
"So... you're actually at a point, or at least I think you are, where you
have nothing holding you here. You're done with school, and still just
have a part time job. You only have a few friends you seem to care about.
Have you ever considered moving somewhere else?"
"I thought you wanted me to live with you yet?" he asked, suddenly looking
distraught.
"NO!" I cried, grinning. "I'm wondering if maybe you and me should move
somewhere else together?"
"OH!" he said, calming down immediately, but looking at me intently. "You
have someplace in mind?"
Smiling, I said, "Well, I've always thought it would be nice to live
somewhere warm, and maybe near the ocean."
"I could get into that!" Justin said, grinning.
I grinned back at him.
* * *
We talked for a long time that night, and the next several nights. In the
end, after several days of thought and discussion, and just in time to give
my 30 days notice on my lease, as well as 3 weeks notice at work, we
decided to pack up and head off to Southern California. I put in my
notice, and we started packing. At the end of the following month, we
packed up a U-Haul and attached the car to a trailer behind it, and on the
31st, we drove away.
Before we left, I asked Justin if he wanted to try and see his parents, who
he hadn't seen or heard from, despite the fact they lived mere blocks away,
since he'd moved in with me. I though he might like to at least have some
closure with them, and let them know he was leaving. He flatly said "No!"
So, I dropped the subject.
We took our time driving cross-country, and stopped to see some sights
along the way, including the Grand Canyon, which we'd both always wanted to
see. When we got to California, we drove to the ocean and headed south,
along the coast. Eventually, we landed in a small town on the Pacific
Ocean that was quaint, and relatively quiet, with nice beaches. We decided
to see if we could find work there. Fortunately, I quickly found a job
that seemed like it might be enjoyable, and it paid enough for us to live
on, so I took it. We also found a nice house for lease, within walking
distance of the ocean, that was affordable, so we rented and moved into it.
Just as we were getting settled, Justin found an entry-level job in his
field as well. Within a few weeks, we were both settled into our new home
and new jobs!
* * *
Now, after nearly 20 years of knowing Justin, we're still happily living
together yet, having a wonderful, mature relationship. I'm still with the
same firm I started with in California, while Justin's changed jobs a few
times, as well as finishing a Bachelor's degree. We also bought the house
we were renting, when the owner decided to sell it.
Who knows what would've happened if Justin hadn't dialed a wrong number all
those years ago... or if I hadn't spoken with him, as I did when he did
call. I doubt very much, we'd ever have met otherwise. Although, as an
adult, when I met Justin, I took a great risk being with him, as he was
still just a boy, and I don't recommend that to anyone else, since things
worked out OK for me, I can't help but thank God for people dialing wrong
hone numbers!
The End