Date: Sat, 07 Aug 1999 22:13:34 GMT
From: Michael RPquortant <rpquortant@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin: he awakening

Dear Reader:

1. If you were not supposed to read Part 1, don't read part 2.  To all those
who've been waiting impatiently, I am sorry it took so long, but this is part 2
:)  Enjoy.

2. If you were disappointed that there was no sex in Part 1, that life.  You
will probably like Part 2 better, but if you're just looking for the sleazy
parts, your opinion does not matter much.  All other opinions are welcome  :)
via Email.

3. Part 3 is coming soon.

Enjoy.





***Justin: the awakening***





The shuttle service on Saturdays is always a mess.  There are two shifts from
6:30pm to 10:30pm and from 10:30pm to 2:30am.  Plus there is an overnight from
10:30pm to 6:30am.  There's supposed to be a driver and a dispatcher for each of
the four-hour shifts, plus there is the overnight driver.  Like any other
Saturday, no one wanted to work on this particular one.

It was one of those days when I felt like making a sacrifice for humanity, a
mood difficult to describe.  I basically volunteered to drive the whole twelve
hours, pretending to be forced into it.  My search for other volunteer-drivers
was not very enthusiastic, I was hoping to be working by myself.  And, I was.

Heavy clouds prevailed over the city for the past week, glomming my mood even
further.  It reflected on the passengers, as the Escort van made its regular
rounds around campus.  Thankfully, my job does not call for great deal of
intellectual involvement.  As I drove the van through South-Eastern hills of
Pittsburgh, canvassing the neighborhoods, delivering passengers wherever they
wanted to go, my mind wondered aimlessly, asking all the wrong questions.

It has been two weeks since I have seen Justin, when, amid hysterics on my
couch, he told me that he loved me and wanted to have sex with me.  I wondered
if I made a terrible mistake by sending him home, drunk as he was.  I wondered
if I will ever see him again, and what I would say if I do.  I wondered if I
should make the first step and call him.  My mind did not arrive at any
conclusions.

It must have been 2:00 in the morning, when the Escort van pulled behind
Morewood Dorms and I recognized Justin's car, parked in the lot.  I think I
broke a sweat, and thought about driving away, but that was an official stop,
other people were waiting and I could not just drive away.  Justin jumped into
the front seat of the van.  He wasn't smiling, but appeared to be content.  He
wasn't mad or angry, which I took to be the first good news.  The second was
that he looked and smelled completely sober.

There were a few other people on the van, and Justin didn't say a word as I
drove them all home.

"Well, hello there, stranger," I said, as the last passenger exited the van.
"How is it going?"

"OK," was all he replied, looking over at me.  I was actually picking up more
people, and didn't press him any further.

"I am driving till like 6am...  You wanna stick around?" I asked, instead.

"Sure," he said somewhat dejectedly.

We spent the next three hours largely in silance, exchanging small talk from
time to time.  I wasn't in the mood for small talk, and Justin was not in the
mood to talk at all.

It was almost 5:30 in the morning, when I dropped off the last passanger and got
a minute to myself.  I was determined to start the conversation right then and
there.

"So, what's going on?  I haven't seen you in two weeks.  Something must be going
on," I stated, rather determined to get the conversation going.

"Mike, I came to talk to you..." Justin said slowly.  He stopped, and looked
away now.  I gave him about a minute, as the van made its way back to campus.

"That's nice, Justin.  You're not saying much, though.  I wanted to talk to you,
too.  Want me to go first?"  I was taking my time getting back to campus.
Taking people home wasn't my top priority at the moment.

"No.  I want to tell you something first, before you say anything.  It's about
Friday night..." Justin stopped again, but I didn't say anything, wondering what
he'd say next.  I was half-expecting him to deny everything he'd said and tell
me that he never wanted to talk to me again because I expressed interest in him
that night.  It never occurred to me that he could not remember any of what I
have said.

Eventually, Justin continued: "Mike, I really meant everything I said.  I wanted
you since the first time we met.  I wish I could have been more open about that
part of my life with you...  I didn't know if you'd understand.  I can't deny it
now: you know.  I want you, and I can not run away from it.  I guess, you
wouldn't want to talk to me anymore.  Just drop me off at my car...  I'm
sorry..." he sobbed and inhaled sharply.

I slowed the van to a crawl:  "Justin?" I looked at his face, tears shining in
the faint glow of the dashboard.  I wanted to say something to make him realize
how much I loved him.  I wanted to share all my feelings at once.  I wanted to
tell him all those things I have thought of in the past two weeks, but all I
could master was his name: "Justin..."

I put the transmission is Park, and he looked up to see what I was doing.  I
couldn't really see the features of his face, beyond two tear-trails running
down his smooth cheeks and a slight shadow of his button-like nose.  He kept
looking at me, and I realized that if something dramatic wasn't done in the next
ten seconds, he'll open the door and get out of the van.  There was not time for
words.  I reached for his shoulder with my right hand, as I swung my legs over
the engine cover, facing him.

Justin cringed away from my arm, as if he expected me to hit him.  I held his
left shoulder with my right hand, and my left hand went on the back of his neck,
pulling him towards me.  Our heads met smack in the middle of the van.  His
face, barely inches away from mine, showed puzzlement and surprise.  I could
smell his after-shave, his sweat, his breath.  The streetlight reflected in his
eyes.  As I moved my face closer to his, the last though of wrong-doing crossed
my mind.  My lips found his, and I kissed him, full- open-mouth.

I thought he was going to pull away, when his neck muscles flexed under my hand.
Justin braced his body on the engine cover, and tilted his head slightly.  I ran
my tongue over his lips, and they parted.  I explored his mouth from left to
right, pushing his tongue out of the way.  He resisted and probed my mouth with
his own tongue.  I knew that I was fast running out of breath, but I simply
could not pull away, did not want the moment to end.  But nothing can last
forever.  I let go of his head, turned in my seat, put the van in gear and
pulled back out onto the street.

"And what if I feel the same way about you, you still want me to drop you off at
your car?" I asked.

The radio interupted whatever answer I was going to get: "Station to Escort!"

"Go ahead, Station," I said into the microphone, lifting my hand at Justin in
the same motion, to tell him to hold his thoughts.

"Escort, you have a pick up at Wean Hall.  How long?"

"Station, tell them to go down now," I replied curtly.

"10-4," the radio squeaked.

"So, we're going back to your car?" I reasked Justin.  He was smiling.

"Well, I guess, I'll ride around with you a little while longer, if that's OK,"
he said, giving me a mischiveous look.

"It's 5:30 now, by the time we get that Wean Hall, it will be time for me to go
home, you know..." I looked at Justin for the next move.  He didn't appear to be
about to make one.  Oh, well, I thought.  I wasn't about to drop the issue, and
risk blowing another shot at him.  "You want to go grab some breakfast, or
something?" I asked.

"Ugh-h, sure, why not?" Justin answered.

As I was driving my last passenger home, I kept stealing glances at Justin.  He
was leaning back in the seat, right leg crossed over the left, hands folded on
his lap, looking ahead at the road.  I was looking at him too much for it to be
really safe, seeing how I was the driver.  The streets were empty, though, and
nothing exciting happened.  Justin's profile was clearly outlined by the passing
street lights.  No color, only a shadow; his hair was in disarray from hands
being run through it, lips parted, chest slowly heaving under his sweatshirt.
It was another chance for me to remind myself how I longed to hold him, to kiss
him, just to be with him...



For the next 15 minutes we both kept quiet.  I knew that the question of my
sexual orientation and past experiences will come up at one time or another.  I
needed to decided on what to tell him and how.  I was also wondering how far we
should go, what we can do, and what would he be comfortable with.  What Justin
was thinking I don't know, but he was totally lost in thought.

I droped him off at his car, and he followed me up to where we park the vans.
Then we returned to main campus, and I ran in to Campus Police office to drop
off the keys.  I jumped back in the car, and we pulled out of the lot.

"So, Mike, what now?" Justin asked.

"Now, we go to have breakfast and talk.  Any objections?"  There were none.

"Sounds good.  Ritters?"

"Sounds good," I laughted.

"So, what do we talk about?" he asked, still laughing.

"Well, we talk about you and I.  And, in case you thought otherwise, there is a
lot to talk about," I said turning serious.

"OK.  Let's talk about us.  You go first..."

"Yio, not so fast, buddy," I interrupted him.  "There isn't an us just yet."
Justin sotpped dead in his tracks.

"What do you mean by that?"

"See, I told you we need to talk."

"Listen," he said, after a second's worth of consideration.  "You suppose we can
skip on breakfast?"

"You're probably right," I agreed.  "Let's go to my house."

Justin turned around in the middle of a street, and headed north on Fifth
Avenue, towards my house.  We were there in another minute, parked, and I led
him upstairs.  I let him through my apartment door, following, and closing the
door behind us.  I grabed him by the sleeve of the shirt, before he had a chance
to walk far into the room, or even say anything.  I fell against the door,
pulling him on top of me.  We kissed, not questioningly this time, but
lustfully, and with force.  Our tongues thought for control.  Neither of us
willing to let go, unwilling to break our first embrace.

I ran my hands down his back, wishing that his shirt wasn't there already,
thrilled with antisipation.  I felt Justin's hands against my lower back,
pulling me away from the door and towards his body.  As we came into full
contact, I felt distinct presence of life at about the hight of my stomach.  By
the time any of this has happened, I was already errect.  To find Justin just as
excited, sent shivers up and down my spine.  With my upper back, I pushed
against the door, and we fell on the floor, me on top of Jusin now.

As we fell, Justin turned to brace against the floor with this right hand, thus
breaking the kiss, and almost loosing me out of his embrace.  He landed hard on
the floor, thankfully avioding the furniture.  I landed firmly on top of him,
trying to aviod furniture myself.

"I'm glad we decided to skipp breakfast," Justin said, kissing me softly on the
cheeck.

"I happy that you're glad, and hope to keep it that way.  But, you know where
I'd rather be?" I asked, giving him a sideways look.

"Where?" he asked with genuine fright in his voice.

"About 30 feet that way," I said, nodding towards the bedroom.  "And, you know
who I'd rather have there?"

"Who?" by that time, I think he was starting to get the idea...

"You, but naked!" I laughed, and kissed him again.

There was just enough light coming from the outside to be able to see things
arond the apartment.  We got up, I took Justin's hand and led him to the
bedroom.  Shirts and shoes were quickly shed.  I couldn't keep from staring at
him as he undressed.  I have seen Justin naked before.  After all, we were good
friends, and friends have no secrets, right?  I have see him naked, but always
from behind a line.  I was never able to look forward to touching him, I only
dreamed of crossing that line.

As Justin underssed, I lost myself in watching him, my pants unbuckled, half way
down to my ankles.  All six feet and six inches of Justin's hight stretched, as
he pulled his t-shirt off, to expose a well developed, smooth 40" chest, crowned
by two quarter-sized nipples.  Although Justin weight nearly 250 lbs., his hight
made his frame look lean.  It was mostly musculs, anyway.

Justin frew the t-shirt on top of the dresser, and looked at me, looking at him.
It was always that way with us: he always cought me looking at him.  He always
smiled when that happened, but never said anything.  I used to pretened I didn't
know what was going on, either.  This time, I didn't:

"What are you looking at?  I'm ahead of you, to catch up!"  And I pulled my
pants back up over my Jockey briefs.  I looked Justin over up and down one more
time.  Honestly, often, I'd rather see a guy in jeans with a belt and no shirt
on, then a fully naked guy.  I guess a shirtless guy has some mistery to him, or
something.  The one in front of me definately looked gorgeus.  I couldn't, just
physically couldn't, stay away any more.

I droped my pants, steped out of them, and walked over to Justin.

Justin wore boxers.  Mostly CK or Structure.  Usually cotton, but often flanel.
Whatever they were that night, they came off with his pants, so I never got to
find out.  I put my arms around his neck, bending him down and reaching for his
lips with my own.  Our bodies tangled together, like our tongues have ealier.
Flesh pressing agains flesh, we fell on my bed, me on top of Justin...



I knew it must have been afternoon, from the way the sun was shining in my face.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, actually half-hanging off it, holding on
to something.  Something like a cat was tickling the right side of my face,
waking me up, and distracting me at the same time.  I was disoriented by sleep,
and couldn't figure out what was going on for quite a while.  I slowly turned my
head to the right, and twisted my body back on the bed.  The movement made me
realize that I wasn't wearing any underwear.  Then my face was stuffed with a
mess of soft blond hair.

Blowing the air out of my mouth and nose to clear the hair out, I slowly
remembered the events of the morning.  Justin, kissing Justin, Justin naked,
kissing naked Justin, and sex with Justin...

I looked at him, sleeping like a baby, and considered getting up.  At the end,
my natural urges won over any other considerations I may have had, and I moved
his hand off my chest, sliding out of bed.  I succeeded, and streched out in the
middle of the room.  After a stop by the bathroom, the first order of the day
was to check my Email.  I never shut off my computer, but the monitor was turned
off.  When I turned it on, the first thing that caught my eye was the date on
the digital clock.

"Justin!" I yelled.  "Justin!"

A lazy "What?" was all I got from the next room.  I checked my appointment book
just to make sure.  Unfortunately, the computer clock was right.  It was indeed
Monday, 4:20 in the afternoon.  Thank God, aside from a clac lecture, I had no
other business scheduled for that day.  Still, it was a first for me, to miss a
whole day!

I walked back into the bedroom, and set down on the bed.  "Justin?" I ran my
fingers through his hair.  "Come on, honey!"

"What?" he groaned in reply.

"Sweety, do you have anything to do on Monday?" I asked innocently.

"Well, no.  I have to study, and I have a meeting in the evening, but that's
all.  Why?"

"What time is the meeting?"

Justin was all woke up now.  "6.  What are you masterminding?" he said with a
twinkle in his eyes.

"Well, I'm masterminding for you to make it to the meeting, may be..." I bend
down and kissed him.  He kissed back, wraping his arms around me, and pulling me
closer.  He didn't let go, and I had to push up, to get a breath.

"What are you talking about?" Justin asked, when I broke the kiss.

"You ain't gonna believe me, but that meeting of yours is in like an hour and a
half."

"WHAT?"

"It's Monday, and it's 4:30 in the afternoon."

"No, Mike, it can't be.  No!  There is no fucking way."

"OK, go look on the computer, if you don't believe me."  He did.  Slightly
shaken by the revalation, he returned to the bedroom a few minutes.  In the mean
time, I decided that it wasn't worth my while getting up, so I crawled back
under the coveres.  Justin, naked as the he got out of bed, laid back down, but
over the covers, his face outlined by the afternoon sun.  I reached out and
wraped my arms around his neck.  He rolled over on top of me, and kissed me on
the forehead.

"Can you tell me one thing?" he asked, moving his hand over the covers, down my
side.

I smiled:  "Sure, sweety; what would you like to know?"

"What have we been doing for the past oh... 32 hours?"  Justin looked down at
me, as his hand found my waistline under the covers, and just stoped there.
Whatever we have been doing, my dick was rising to attention, as Justin's gaze
turned from concerned to seductive.

"Probably the same shit we are about to do now, unless you're gonna to stop
soon," I replied thoughtfully.  Seeing no such thoughts in Justin's eyes, I
moved my hands from under the cover and put them over his back.  As we kissed, I
moved them over his lower back, slowly reaching for the smoothness of his round
globes, and then back up to his head to ruffle through his hair.  He lifted his
body off of mine, bringing his knees up to his belly, creating more space for
our growing erections.

Not breaking the kiss, we rolled onto our sides, working the covers away from
between us.  Our bodies touched lightly sending an electric shock down my spine.
I felt Justin's hardon pulsate, as he brought our bodies into closer contact.
We rolled over again, me on top this time, still engaged in our kiss.  By then,
each of us must have known the other's mouth like his own as we explored every
inch of both with our tongues.  I ran my hands down the musculs of Justin's
arms, as he rubbed all over my back, reaching, as I did before, for the lower
portions of it.

I ran completely out of breath and had to break the kiss.  Justin was always in
a better shape than I, he could always outswim or outrun me, turned out he could
also outkiss me.  I moved my face a few inches away from Justin's and looked
into his eyes.  In a darkened room, they looked an unforgetable river-green with
just a touch of twinkle in them.  I smiled at him and kissed his forehead.

Slowly moving down his body, I kissed and studied every inch of his skin, like I
never could before.  I sucked on his neck, licking my way down his chest, over
the tight pecks and the cherry red nipples.  I kissed the left nipple, then the
right, then suddenly moved back over to the left and sucked hard on the nipple
left sensitive by my kiss.  Jusin gasped for breath and bent his back upwards,
pushing my head down on his chest.

I wersteled away from Justin's powerful embrace over my head, and continued my
movement down his body.  After I kissed his naval several times, I followed the
treasure-trail down.  The treasure bounced at my touch, hit me on the chin and
levled off at 45 degrees to his belly.  I looked up to see Justin lift his head
and look down at me, wondering what I was going to do next.  I didn't have to
wonder about my next step for a single second: I had wanted to do that to Justin
for a while.  I just took a second to wonder if I had already done it over the
course of the past 32 hours, or if that would indeed by the first time.  I also
took the opportunity to admire the erection not two inches away from my face.

Justin's cock was, I suppose, of an average size.  At about 8 inches hard, it
looked very big up close, and not so big when compared to the rest of his body.
Justin's pubic hair was just a touch darker blond than the hair on his head.
The rest of the hair on his body was even lighter, making it alsmost invisible.
I don't know what he did to his hair, or if it was naturally like that, but it
felt light and silkish, and I got this uncontrollable urge to burry my nose in
it.  That is exactly what I did.

I moistened my mouth and slowly ran my tongue up the lenght of the whole shaft,
starting from the balls all the way up to the head of his cock.  My tongue
encircled the head, running along the cut of his foreskin.  I cleared away any
last thoughts or doubts and dove down, engulfing his penis in my mouth.  I was
swept off my feet right then and there: I loved it.  I sucked on the shaft like
a kid on a popsicle.  My lips made an airlock that moved up and down, never
quite hitting the pubes or going over the head.  My tongue made circles around
the base of the head, while my throat struggled to maintain a vacuume in my
mouth.

Justin loved it.  His hands ran through my hair, caressed my back and the back
of my neck.  They felt soft and warm, encouraging me to take more of his flesh
into my mouth.  As I picked up the pace of moving my head up and down, Justin
begun to lift his hips, helping me along.  We must have been going at it for a
while, when I noticed his breathing getting heavier.  I slowed down, putting my
hands on his hips to restrict his fucking motions.  Once he subsided, my hands
moved up and over his belly, onto his chest, playing with his nipples as I
continued to suck on his dick.

Justin took two deep breaths and slowly moved over to the side of the bed.  He
lifted his upper body, put his hands on my hips encouraging me to swing around.
I didn't need much encouragement: not letting his dick out of my mouth, I rolled
to the side and swang my body around.  Seeing how Justin's good eight inches
taller than I am, my cock, as hard as it has ever been, did not quite reach his
mouth.  Justin arched his back, pulling his head down towards my pelvis.  He
succeded, nibbling on my foreskin, liking the head of my cock, sticking his
tongue under the skin, not quite putting the whole thing in his mouth.

My lover's manipulations of my manhood made me forget all about my intentions.
I sucked hard on his cock, reaching again for his chest to play with his tits.
It didn't take long.  I felt Justin breath out hard, blowing air by my balls,
making them shiver.  On the intake of air, he also breathed in all seven inches
of my cock, deepthroating me in one stroke.  He came half-way through that,
gushing his thick, white (that I found out later) juice into my mouth.  I almost
chocke to death, but not before I, myself, exploded down his throat.

We both laid there for a minute, untill I swung around again, bringing my face
closer to Justin's.  I observed him for a second, then kissed him questioningly
on the lips.  We both knew that the other had some cum left in his mouth, the
only question was whether we wanted to share the treat.  We did, in a way that
only lovers can kiss after a passionate interleude.  Each of us tasted himself
in the other's mouth, and I think the issue of our relationship was settled.
Many things yet needed to be said, but we shared something that could not be
shared in words.  I rolled on my back, hugged Justin's head to my chest and
looked at the ceilling.



Justin walked to class, leaving me his car.  After he left, I took a shower not
only to clean my body, but to clear my mind.  I really didn't know waht to
think.  As recent as three weeks ago I was wondering if coming out to Justin
would totally ruin our friendship.  A week ago, I was wondering if I had blown
my shot at ever getting into his pants, detonated our friendship, all without
saying a word about myself.  Three days ago I was wondering if I'd ever see him
again.  And now...

As fun as that weekend might have been, I soon came to realize that we were
pretty lucky.  I did have a roommate, and it was only a chance that he hadn't
come home till the following morning.  My roommate was great, of course.  He
lived only about 40 min away from school, and had a high school sweetheart down
there.  Naturally, he went home every weekend.  It was not only good for him, it
was also good for me.  But that was only on the weekend, and even then I didn't
know when he was going to leave and when he was going to come back.  And I
didn't know where my relationship with Justin was going.

I tried to think of waht I should tell him about myself, as I got out of the
shower and dried myself off.  Not coming to any firm conclusions, I dressed and
headed to campus.

As I started the car, it suddenly doned on me that I was entering this very
familiar enviornment (I'd driven Justin's car with or without him many times
before) in a very different capacity.  That made me cringe and realize just how
fragial the situation was, and how important the outcome was to me.

Justin paged me when his meeting was over.  I was ready and picked him up in
just a few minutes.

"You look good driving my car!" Justin laughed, getting in.

I looked over at him before pulling back into traffic as if to tell him to just
get in the car and never mind the bullshit.  He smiled.

"Where're we going?" he asked.

"Well, are you hungry?"

"Sure!  I'm totally starved!  We haven't eaten for two days!" he expressed, and
I just couldn't contain my laughter in reply.

"So," I asked, when we stopped at a traffic light.  "This is going to be a date,
or what?"

Justin considered that thought for a little while.  "Sure.  I guess that'd be
the right thing to do..."

It was readily apparent that I introduced an issue that Justin hadn't given much
thought to.  That made the time for our talk long overdue.

"How does Papa Razzi's sound?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Oh, that sounds great," Justin was not relaxing, but going along with the flow.

It being a Monday night, I had no trouble finding a parking spot on Carson
street, and there was no wait at the restorant.  Soon we were seated on the
second floor, looking over Carson street, drinks ordered.

"Mike, I think we need to talk..." Justin started.

"I'm glad you think so.  I was actually going to suggest we do it on Sunday
morning, but it seems that both of us were otherwise occupied."  I winked at
Justin, looking for his reaction.  "In any case, I have some things to tell you,
and some questions to ask of you.  I am fully prepared to answer all your
questions, too.  I want to fill you in on some histories, first, if that's OK?"

The waiter brought our drinks, and took orders.  Justin noded his head and I
started with my story.

"OK, so here we go..." I smiled akwardly.  "For starters, I must appologize to
you for not having told you all this before.  In retrospect, I suppose it
would've been a good idea.  At the time, though, I wasn't so sure.  Alright, the
bottom line is that I'm gay.  I am not bi, not confused.  This is not a stage
for me.  I am not going to grow out of it.  I will not meet "the right girl" and
suddenly realize the sin of my ways, or whatever.  I like guys, and that's the
end of the story."

The waiter brough our food and we ate in silance for a while.  I took a deep
breath and thought over my experiences.

"I'm relatively new to the whole gay-scene, although I know it exists.  I have
never been to any gay clubs or parties in Pittsburgh, but I've gone to a few in
Boston, so I know what they're like.  I'm sure you want to know how experienced
I am at the whole sex thing, right.  Well, I'm not.  No, I'm not a virgin or
anything like that, but there have been a few others.  Actually, only two.

"I met Steve on the internet, actually.  And that was last year.  We talked for
a little while, but the only reason we were interested in each other was sex.  I
know, it's kinda pathetic to admit this, but I'm sure you can relate to a
situation when you just really wanna do it.  I was getting really frustrated
with my sex life.  I had no real way of meeting other guys in person, and that's
the kind of sex I was yerning for.  I jumpped at the opportunity of getting it
on with another guy.  I knew what I wanted, and it didn't very much matter what
the other guy looked like.

"To my surprise, Steve actually wasn't that bad looking.  He was about 5'10",
kinda heavy-set, at about 180 pounds, real and natural blond with dark brown
eyes.  We agreed to meet one night in one of the academic buildings on campus.
My roommate was home that night, and Steve had no place of his own either, so we
wondered around for a little while.  We decided that an empty bathroom in the
basement of a building will do just fine, and it did.  I got my first blow job
from some guy whom I hadn't known more than 24 hours.  And, I got to suck my
first cock.  I loved it, and was once again reasured that it was indeed my cup
of tea.

"Steve and I got together a couple more times last year.  On those occasions I
ensured that my roommate would not be home, and Steve came over to my place.  We
experimented a little, getting undressed all the way, not just between the waist
and knees, like we did in the bathroom.  But none of it had gone anywhere
further than just sucking dick.  Don't get me wrong, I liked it just fine,
still...  it wasn't what I had hoped for.  Steve was not very interested in
hanging out with me outside my bedroom.  No matter how hard I tried, I could not
get him to go out to dinner with me, or even stay over.  He wanted to get off
and leave, and that was it.  And, if that was the best I could get, that was
fine with me, too.

"Then there was Mike.  Mike and I actually knew eachother socially before
anything transpired between us.  I guess, he was a friend of some of my friends
from high school, or something.  I don't remember exactly what now.  Mike is one
of those rough Irish kids that grew up in New York, survived that experience
with the best of them, and had gone to college to prove everyone wrong.  He's my
age, my hight, but a lot thinner, probably not even 140 pounds.  I've always
found him kinda cute, but I never said anything.  Dark brown, curly hair, dark
eyes, sharp facial features, eyes looking to cut you in half, pointed nose,
always wearing this probing expression.  We never hung out together, and I
didn't even know if he was straight or what.

"Then, last summer, we both were at this boring to death party on the South
Shore and that kinda changed things.  I guess the kids who brought him there
were into drugs and all the other shit that was floating around the house, but
neither he nor I wanted anything to do with it.  We talked for a little while
and quickly realized that we both wanted to get out of there.  I redirected the
people that I brought there to Mike's ride, and we left.  We had gone to dinner
and drove down the shore towards Boston.  Somehow our conversation went off the
deep end, and Mike sheared a lot of personal stuff with me.  I must honestly
admit that his childhood was pretty rocky.  I don't remember exactly when, but I
realized that Mike was bisexual even before we left restorunt.  I guess he said
something about not usually going to bed on the first date, that made me think
he might make me an exception.

"I filed that notion in the back of my head, as I listended to Mike's life-
story.  I think it must have been when he told me about his sister commiting
suicide, I put my hand on his thigh, in a consoling and friendly gesture.
Something caught my attention in the road, and my hand remained there.  Mike
didn't protest.  I caught myself enjoying the feeling of warm denim against the
palm of my hand.  It kinda scared me, and I pulled away.

"Still, the more time I spent with Mike, the more I liked him.  Not in so many
words, but I dropped a few hints that I may not be disinterested.  I guess we
understood each other.  Mike said something about liking me.  And I said
something about enjoying experimenting with all kinds of things, reading erotic
stories and other stuff.  And so it went.

"We found Mike's house in South Boston, and he invited me in, telling me that
his roommate and her fiance were out of town for the weekend.  We sat talking in
the living room.  I was on the couch and Mike set in an armchair accross from
me.  We talked a little about computers, continuing the conversation we were
having in the car.  We looked through his movie collection, but unfortunately
there was nothing really suggestive there.  Mike left to get the drinks from the
kitchen.  When he got back, he flopped down on the couch, instead of the
armchair.  I guess that's when I knew what was going to happen next.

"I drank some water, swallowed slowly and leaned over to Mike.  We kissed
passionately, hands roaming all over each other's bodies.  There was no spark
between us, just lust and passion created by hormones.  Mike wore a lot fewer
clothings than I did, and I made it work to my advantage.  While he unbuttoned
my shirt, I pulled his over his head, discovering a smooth milky-white chest
marked with two cherry-like nipples.  We pulled apart and underssed down to our
underwear.

"I pushed Mike over, landing on top of him, pressing our mouths together.  As we
kissed, our cocks swiftly grew to full erection and pushed against our bellies.
I moved down Mike's smooth chest and belly to the fly of his plain-white boxers.
Probably the biggest surprise of the evening was waiting for me inside his
shorts.  For a little guy of 5'8" and 140 pounds wet, Mike's dick stood a good
10" straight out of his crotch.  It was pretty wide, too: I couldn't encircle it
with one hand.  I also had difficulty putting it in my mouth.

"I was quite intrigued by the prospect of sucking a dick that I didn't think
would quite fit in my mouth.  I guess, it was purely academic.  I held it at the
base with my right hand, and moved it back and forth against my tongue.  I
licked up and down the bottom of the shaft, then around the base of the head,
where the skin was cut, and then right over the top of the head.  I slowly
enhaled the head in my mouth, thinking that would be about the best I could do.
I looked up at Mike.  His shoulders were on the armreast of the couch, head
haning down on the other side.  I could tell his breathing was somewhat
accelerated by the way his cheast moved up and down.

"I sucked Mike's dick for a while, alternating between licking it all over and
sucking on the first 4 inches of it.  When I was about to switch my tacktic once
again, Mike pulled me up over himself.  Somehow, we ended up side by side,
sucking each other's face.  He, then, moved down my body, returning the favor in
much the same style.  His wet mouth engulfed my nipples, sending electric shock
through my body.  His hands pulled on my dick slowly and gently.  By the time
his mouth was at my waist level, I was just about ready to cum.  I guess, Mike
felt that and instead of sucking on my dick, he started licking my balls, making
me hornier than ever, but not bringing me any closer to an orgasm.

"He managed to put both of my balls in his mouth, and turn around on the couch
without ever stopping his tortureus treatment.  A purity point lost right there
and then: change of position without the need for re-entery.  Mike was on top
and to the side of me: his chest over my stomach, his crotch just to the right
of my head.  I moved myself completely under him, head between his legs,
completing the change of position into a proper 69.  Mike stood on his knees and
when my head was completely pressed into the couch, only about 2 inches of him
was in my mouth.

"I sucked on his dick, moving my head up and down a few inches.  Mike's dick in
my mouth took my mind off my own orgasm for a little while, and he seized the
opportunity to switch from my balls to my cock without me loosing my wad right
there and then.  What he did down there I can't exactly tell you, but it felt
incrediable.  Wherever my mind might have been, I realized that if I didn't stop
him, I would be finished.  That wasn't my plan, if I ever had one.

"I lifted Mike up by his hips, and moved him further down the couch, so his
chest was on the opposit side armrest.  He let my cock drop of out his mouth,
and I breathed a little easier.  I was determined to show Mike the time of his
life: the heat of the moment completely took me over.  I positioned my head
between his legs, hanging my own legs over the opposit armrest of the couch.
This provided me with the best access to his cock, and I worked well to suck as
far into my throat as I could.  I kinda surprised myself, when his brown pubes
tickled my nose on my stroke down (or more technically up) his shaft.  I relaxed
myself as much as I could, and proceded to move my head up and down.  It felt
great, but got boring after a while.  My neck muscules weren't used to all the
exercise they were getting, I guess.

"I got up from under Mike.  He was resting on the armrest, head down, ass in the
air.  His totally hairless balls were winking at me from between his legs and no
one in my position could've resisted sucking on them, even if just a little bit.
I roamed my hands over his back, feeling for whatever muscules were there.
Moving under him, I fondeled his tits, making his whole body twitch.  He pushed
back slightly, pulling his balls out of my mouth.  I licked them over again,
then up and between his legs.  As I licked the inside of his left thigh, his
rosebud of an asshole was directly in front of me.  Just like most of the rest
of his body, his ass-crack was completely devoid of any visiable hair.  I have
no idea why I did it, but I swept my tongue accross his left thigh, over the
smooth cheeck of his ass, and down the crack.

"By the time I reached his pucker, my tongue was dry and must have felt more
like sand paper.  It was clear that Mike enjoied it, though.  He pushed back
into my face, leaving me no choice but to stick my nose into his ass.  I didn't
think much about what to do next, it just kinda came naturally.  My tongue drew
a circle around his anus, and probed in the middle.  The more I did it, the more
we both got into it.  Mike rolled his hips around a little, helping me probe
even deeper.  My hands roamed his body, twitched at his balls and nipples.

"Eventually, I turned around and got under him so he could suck my cock, too.
He did, and the feelings I was getting in the pitt of my stomach made me really
want Mike's cock all the way in my mouth.  I scooted a little further under him,
openning my mouth.  Mike lowered his body onto mine, slipping his errection deep
into my throat.  I pretty much staied still, while he moved his body up and
down, sucking on my dick and fucking my mouth at the same time.  It wasn't long
til both of us were on the edge.  I wraped my arms around his back, and pulled
him onto my body.  An orgasm overtook us like a shockwave after a nuclear
explosion.  It must have been a few minutes untill either one of us was lucid
enough to disengage our bodies.

"Mike and I met several more times over the course of the summer.  We had some
pretty wild encounters.  As a matter of fact, most of the technique that I know
of man-to-man sex I probably learned from being with Mike.  That's not to say
that he was any more experienced than I was, but practice makes perfect."



I smiled at Justin and took the second bite of my food.  The immages of Mike and
Steve flashed past my mind like a TV broadcase with niaration.  I hadn't
actually said a word since the waiter brought our food.  The pause was rappidly
becoming very pregnant, and it was clearly my turn to continue with the story.
I relaied a much sensored, but essentially simialr story of my sexual encounters
to Justin.  He listened attentively, slowly eating his food, but not making any
comments.

"Mike," he said, when my story was over. "I wish I knew this sooner.  I think it
would have helpped me come to terms with who I really am.  I think I told you
already," Justin smiled, "I now come to realize that I've had a crush on you
ever since the first day we met.  Numerous times I would be ... well, with a
girl, and all I would be thinking was how it would be with you..."

Once again we were interrupted by the waiter.  He brought our check, and we were
all too happy to get out of there, and go somewhere were we could speak freely.
Neither of us had any alcohol with dinner, but I never gave Justin back his
keys, so I just got behind the wheel and started the car.

"So, where do you want to go?" Justin asked as I turned to look for traffic
before pulling out of the parking space.

"I don't know.  May be we just drive around or something?  May be go to Ross
Park Mall?" The car moved swiftly down almost empty Carson street.

"Sure.  Let's head up north..."  Justin looked out the window as we crossed the
Mon river via the Birmingham bridge.  Once we got onto I-376 to head towards
down-town, he continued.  "Mike, last night... or rather on Saturday night," we
both gigled at the mistake.  "you told me that there were no us yet.  Is there
now?  What's going to happen next?"

I could see that he had given the issue some thought and was ready to discuss
it.  There would be no better time to address all of those issues that ruin
relationships every day.  It was either then or never.

"Well...  I guess we're dating.  At least, I think that's what it's called.
Let's for a moment forget that people have sex..." Justin snickered like a kid
and I smiled over at him.  "Come'n, you perv!  Let's for the moment suppose that
people can be of a different gender.  Then, what are we doing, but dating?  We
go out, socialize with people, have fun in public and behind closed doors.  What
do you want to call this?"

Justin laughed at my comment.  "Mike, I have no idea."

"Here are some ground rules.  Those are necessary, I suppose.  Yes?"  I looked
at him again.

"Sure, if we must," he looked just so addorable, trying to be submissive and
all.

"First, I want you to know that I feel the same way about you today, as I did
yesterday, two days ago, two weeks ago, or two months ago.  I love you, love
being with you, and hope that you love me the same way."

"Of course, I do," he interrupted me.

"I know..." I was silent for a while.  "I want you to know, something that you
probably already know: I think no relationship will work without effective
communications.  I want us to be able to talk about anything and everything we
feel like.  Just like we have always done."  I patted Justin on the knee.
"Otherwise, I would really like for everything to remain as it has been...  well
almost..."  I paused, changing lanes within a highway interchange and looking
over at Justin.

"What do you wanna change?" I was happy that he was taking our conversation too
seriously, rather than too lightly.

I gave him a goophy grin: "I don't want to give up what we had this afternoon,
and, presumably, yesterday..."

Justin laughed out loud, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  "I love you,
Michael," he said, suddenly, very seriously.

I gave him a long look.  "I love you, too, Justin," I mimicked his tone,
beginning a new time in our existance, a time for us to write pages in the books
of each other's lives.