Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2008 22:32:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 5

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                             Wrong Number

                     Chapter Five - The Fifth Call!

The afternoon of the day after Justin called me so late at night, I was in
the middle of paying some bills, when the phone rang again.  I smiled when
I saw 'unavailable' displayed on the caller-id, and hoped it was Justin,
and not a tele-marketer.

"Hello?" I said, picking up the receiver.

"Hi Peter," Justin's voice came over the line.  He sounded depressed.

"What's wrong Bud?  You sound depressed," I said.

"Oh nothin'," He said.

"OK," I said, dubiously.  "So what you been up to today?"

"Well... Chris was here.  He just left," Justin said.

"I see," I said, seriously annoyed with the way this Chris was using
Justin.  "What'd you do while he was there?"

"What do you think?" Justin replied.

"Well... I expect maybe he fucked you as soon as he got there, then left,"
I said.

Justin didn't reply right away, and I felt sorry for having said what I'd
said.  I expected maybe I'd hurt his feelings, or made him feel worse.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "I shouldn't'a said it that way.  Sorry."

"It's OK," Justin said, dully.  "You were right on.  That's just what
happened."

"I'm sorry Justin.  Did he at least help you get off this time?" I asked.

"Not really," Justin said, sounding depressed.  "He was done before I even
got going really... then he had to leave."

"He's an asshole Justin!" I cried.  "You deserve a lot better than that!  I
really think you should stop seeing him!  And, when you break it off, I bet
he doesn't even get why!

"I guess..." Justin trailed off, non-committally.

There was a pause in the conversation then for a moment, as I couldn't
think of anything to say, and apparently, neither could Justin.

As I thought for a moment about what my best advice could be, and how to
put it in such a way as to not hurt his feelings, I suddenly noticed
Justin's breathing seemed to be rather loud, and faster than it should've
been if he was just sitting talking with me.  I listened more closely, and
then I also heard a soft rhythmic slapping sound in the background.
Suddenly, as the realization hit me, I couldn't help grinning - Justin was
masturbating as we talked!

Imagining the boy lying naked on his bed, with a passionate look on his
face, as he pleasured himself while we spoke, I suddenly felt my own dick
starting to swiftly fill like a balloon.  Automatically, my hand moved to
my crotch and I cupped and squeezed my burgeoning organ.

  Smiling devilishly, I suddenly said, "So... you didn't get off with
Chris.  So... are you getting off right now?"

I heard the slapping noise abruptly cease, and imagined the boy lying on
his bed, still holding his penis, as his face bloomed with color.

"No!" he said, in a guilty tone, after too long a pause.

I snickered and said, "It's OK if you are.  And don't bother lying.  I can
hear your heavy breathing, and the slapping sound!"

Another pause, and finally Justin said, "Well, what if I am?  Chris got me
all hot, but I didn't get a chance to blow my load yet!"

I flexed my pelvic muscles and squeezed my genitals when he admitted what
he was doing.

Smiling, I said, "I told you - it's fine!"

Justin was silent a moment, then said, "You could really hear me?"

"Yeah, but just barely... although it was enough to know what you were up
to!" I said.

"Well!" Justin said.  "If you're that familiar with the sounds, you must do
it a lot yourself, right?"

I snorted, and chuckled, and said, "well, yeah...  I mean - all guys do it
- a lot really!"

Justin chuckled then.  A moment later, I heard him start jacking off again.

"You just started again, didn't you?" I asked.

"Well!  Should I stop?" he asked.  "I mean my cock and hand are all
greasy... I'd have to clean up, only to get messy again after we hang up!"

I chuckled and said, "I don't care Justin - go ahead and have some fun if
you want."

I'm not sure how, since he didn't reply immediately, but somehow I knew he
had to be smiling, as he began masturbating a little more rapidly.  As he
did, I couldn't help myself, and stood up and as quietly as possible,
opened my jeans, and pushed them down my thighs, and over my knees.  Then I
sat down and took my penis, which was fully hard by then, in my hand, and
began kneading it.

"So - " I said.  "Exactly what did you and Chris do today?"

"The usual," he replied.  "We came up to my room, got naked, and I went
down on Chris for a while.  When I stopped after a couple minutes, he got
down and sucked on me too for a minute.  Then he told me to get on my hands
and knees, so I did, while he greased his cock up.  Then he slid it into me
and started fucking me!"

Justin paused for a moment.  Then, as images of him and Chris doing what
Justin had just described raced through my mind, I wrapped my hand around
my cock and began beating off.

"It felt great," Justin said then, in what seemed a more sensual tone.  "At
first, he slowly slid his long, thick rod in and out of my hot, tight hole!
I could feel it rubbing on my prospate gland!  It felt great!"

I smiled at Justin's incorrect term for 'prostate', but as he continued to
describe in detail, in a sexy voice, just how Chris had fucked him, my hand
movement and breathing both sped up dramatically.

I was shocked when a moment later, Justin snickered and said, "I know
you're doing it too!"

"What?" I cried.

"Well, a couple minutes ago, I heard your belt buckle tinkle when you
opened it, and your zipper open," he said, huskily.  "And I can hear your
heavy breathing now too.  I know you're doing it too - so don't deny it!"

"Justin-" I started to say.

"Oh c'mon!  I told you I was doing it - the least you can do is be man
enough to admit you are too... unless you didn't mean it when you said it
was OK to do it!" he said.

I sighed, as my hand slowed down.  I suppose it wouldn't be fair of me to
lie to him, if I didn't want him to lie to me.

"Well, what if I am?" I asked.

Justin snickered and said, "No problem!  I'm glad you're doing it too!
So... are you horny all the time too?"

I chuckled and said, "I think that's a problem all guys have!"

Justin laughed again.

I was shocked then when he suddenly asked, "So are you gay?  I mean, I
can't imagine anyone who isn't, who'd talk to me about all this like you
do."

I wasn't prepared for Justin's question, and really didn't know exactly
what to tell him.  Should I admit it?  I mean - he was right - I doubt any
straight guy would talk with him like I was doing, so he had to know I was
gay.  Still...

After a moment, without knowing what I was really going to say, I said,
"Um... that's not really a question a kid asks an adult you know."

He broke in then and said, "Just stop!  I know from how quiet you were just
then, that I'm right.

I was silent for a minute - not knowing what to say.

Suddenly Justin said, softly, in a benevolent tone, "It's OK Peter!  I am
too!  I'm glad you are, cause now I know I can talk openly with you!"
  Smiling at the boy's maturity, I said, "You can talk openly with me no
matter what my orientation is!"

"But, it's better if you're gay too," He said.

I was quiet again for a minute.

"OK," I said finally.

We were both quiet then, and I heard Justin's breathing get heavier, and
the slapping sound on his end grew louder and faster.  I started beating
off faster myself.

I knew he was listening to me, just like I was listening to him.  Neither
of us spoke then, as we both swiftly jacked off.

Suddenly, I heard Justin gasp, then he gave a slight, high-pitched mewing
sound.  He was cumming!

My own orgasm quickly built up then, and as Justin grunted softly, I gasped
and blew a long, thick streak of cum onto my chest.

"Mmmmm..." Justin moaned more audibly, as he obviously came again.  I was
sure he was more vocal, because he realized we were cumming together.

I groaned softly and splattered my gut with more jism as well.

The two of us gasped, grunted, and moaned a few more seconds as we both
spasmed a couple more times.  Then, Justin was quiet.  I noticed his
breathing was becoming easier as well.

My orgasm ended, and I pumped my cock slowly a few times, til I felt a
shudder of joy ricochet through me and I oozed a little more cum.  Finally
then, I stopped.

"That was cool!" Justin said, softly.

"What was?" I asked.

"Doing it together like that.  It was cool!" Justin said.

I smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess it was."

"Um...listen," he said then.  "I gotta go wash my hands, so I better go
now.  OK?"

"I guess I better wash up too!" I said, smiling.

"I'll talk to you later then," Justin said.  "Buy Peter."

"Buy Justin.  Talk to you later," I said.

We both hung up then.

I sat for a minute replaying our conversation.  When I got to the end of
it, I got up, pulled my pants up most of the way, then holding them up,
made my way to the bathroom and washed up.  I imagined Justin was doing the
same at his house - wherever it was. too.



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