Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 20:06:53 -0500 From: Justin69SK@aol.com Subject: Justin's Story 22 Justin's Story Part IV Chapter 22 ERW ------------ Justin and Tony's Story Chapter 4 March 13, 2001 Written By: Justin Case ------------ Disclaimer: This story is fiction; any similarity to real life is coincidental. This story contains sexual content, described in a graphic manner. If it is illegal for you to view this material you must leave this site. The author, his editor, and the web site publisher, accept no responsibility for the individual actions of the readers of this material. This story was written for educational purposes and the readers' enjoyment. ------------ Words from the author: Hey guys, wassup? Notta, jus' chillin. I've missed my dawgs. I haven't been here in Netsville lately. Thank you all for your e-mails, instant messages, and most of all for your support. It has been a while since I wrote too. I am soooo sorry for taking soooo-ooo long, but here we are again. So let's get on with the story. As always e-mail me with your thoughts. The address is still the same Justin69SK@aol.com ------------ I awoke in the morning, Tony at my side. I studied his angelic face. I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. I placed my right hand on his belly and lightly touched my fingers to him. I ran my hand up his smooth chest and felt the warmth of his tender body on my fingertips. I couldn't help noticing how beautiful he was, how peaceful he seemed in his sleep. I rubbed my lips across his cheeks. I felt him stir against my touch. He rolled onto his side, so he was facing me, and put his arms around my waist. I felt so content. "Mornin', Justin," Tony whispered, as he gently kissed my lips. "Good morning, Tony," I answered and pulled him closer to me. "Justin, you make me feel so good." "You make me feel good too, Tony." We stayed like that, our bodies close together, and both drifted back to sleep. It was the beginning of our bond, one that would last. I can honestly say that now, looking back, although at the time, I was too young and inexperienced to know. All I knew then was I wanted to be with Tony. It felt so good to be treated the way he treated me, the innocence of it all. I felt satisfaction in making him happy too. "TONY, JUSTIN!" The shrill sound of her voice woke me with a start. It was Tony's mother, calling us. "Let's go... Breakfast," she continued calling. I felt his body move against my own. He clung to me tightly, and pushed his pelvis toward me. I couldn't help but pull him closer to me; the intense feelings I felt were overwhelming. My body was on fire; I wanted to have release, yet I wanted to stay like that forever. My entire body was tingling with desire; my nipples and prick were erect. I grasped his buttocks in my hands, as I pulled him to me. I wanted to stay there; I didn't want to move. The comfort of feeling our bodies entwined was what I needed and what he seemed to want as well. "Oh, I wish we could go somewhere alone. Just you and I," Tony said to me, as he looked into my eyes, with those big brown eyes with the long lashes that were so perfect. I didn't respond verbally, I just looked back into his eyes. I began to feel tears form in my eyes; my nose began to run. I don't know why, but I felt something I can't explain. I just knew that these feelings I was having were not supposed to be normal, according to what I had been taught. Yet I couldn't stop them. "Justin, are you ok?" I heard him, but felt like I was somewhere far away. "BOYS, come on." The yell came again from downstairs. Tony threw back the blankets. I felt shivers as the warmth of the covers flew back from my body. My penis was erect and already wet with the clear fluids that come before I ejaculate. Tony looked at my cock with excitement. He moved his head down and placed his mouth on me. I felt his tongue swirl around my boner. I felt the warm saliva as he sucked me into his mouth. I couldn't help myself, I came. My legs tensed, my balls tightened, and I spewed my seed into his mouth. He swallowed me. I felt guilt and shame. I wished I hadn't let him do it. I wanted him to do it, until I came, then I felt remorse. "MMM, that tastes good. I want to do it again," Tony said, as he looked up at me. I pushed him away. I felt so bad. I couldn't shake the feelings of guilt and shame; they came immediately after my orgasm. I didn't understand it, how could I have wanted him so much until I climaxed? Only to feel shame for our actions, after? We ate breakfast with his mother and Joann. The entire time I felt guilty. I was scared of what Tony and I had done. I didn't know why I was the way I was. Apparently, it didn't bother him; he acted as nothing had happened at all. Actually, he became more obvious with his feelings toward me. He insisted on sitting right next to me while we ate breakfast, he even put his hand on my leg while we sat there eating. He didn't seem to feel any shame. Why did I? "Hey, Justin, you want to go to the mall or something?" I heard him ask me. "Umm, no... I have to go home. My mom wants me to finish my homework...I'm not doing well in Science," I explained. It wasn't entirely true. I just didn't feel comfortable; I needed to be alone. "I'll take you home, after we clean up," came his mother's voice. "Ok," was all I said. When I got back to my house I went straight to my bedroom. I couldn't shake the guilt; I couldn't escape my feelings. What if Tony told his mother, I wondered? What would happen? I stayed in my bedroom for the rest of the day. It was a few days later before I talked to Tony. I mean, he kept calling me on the telephone; my excuses not to see him were lame, so we didn't spend a lot of time together. I couldn't help being drawn to him; he attracted me like a magnet. Some of the time I wanted to be with him, but other times I felt shame. He finally came over to my house. My thoughts were all jumbled. What could I do? He was there and so was I. "Justin, is everything all right? I mean, you seem to be too busy for me," Tony said, as he sat in my bedroom. All I could see was his big brown eyes, batting those extremely long eyelashes at me. "Yeah, I just have lots to do with school and everything," I meekly replied. We sat next to each other on my bed. I couldn't hear anyone else in the house, although I knew both my half-brothers were home. "Oh, ok. Hey, do you think you can sleep over again next Friday?" he asked, staring into my eyes. "Um, I don't know." "I really want you to," he told me. "I'll let you know," came my reply. God, I wanted to sleep with him again, I thought to myself. "Please, Justin, please." I could feel my cock stir, as it became hard in my pants. I wanted him to touch me; I wanted to feel him again as we had done that morning in his bed. I could feel my nipples, as they became erect against my shirt. I could have sworn I was leaking a liquid from them as they brushed up against the cloth. I looked at him, as he riveted his eyes onto my crotch. He moved closer to me and placed his little hand on my cock, through my clothing. I couldn't help the feelings, the pleasure was too great. I reached my hand to his penis. I felt his little hard-on, through his pants. I pushed down on it, his prick pushed back against my hand. I wanted to suck on it, I wanted him in my mouth. I needed to show him how he made me feel. We frantically pushed and pulled at each other, until our clothes were strewn about my bedroom floor. I placed my mouth on his hairless prick, I felt his hardness with my tongue. He positioned himself so his lips caressed my dick. I could feel his hot breath on my sack. He licked and sucked my balls. I moved my head up and down on his dick, I could feel him bucking up and down to meet my oral demands on his boyhood. I felt sheer comfort in what we were doing. I had my hands on the sides of his hips so I could feel him pumping, as he met my sucking mouth with his prick. His hips began to writhe uncontrollably, he thrust his little dick into my mouth. He began to laugh and pull away from me. "Stop, oh...ahhh... He... hehehe..haa, that feels too good S-ST-STOP!" he exclaimed, as his whole body jerked and he pulled away. I remembered that feeling, before I could come. That feeling that was indescribable, from deep within your loins. The tremendous excitement which was so enhanced you had to stop. I didn't want to stop, I wanted to feel him in my mouth, and I wanted him to explode. I felt my own orgasm, as it built momentum in my dick. I took in a deep breath, as my cock twitched and my juices shot into his mouth. I could feel his hands pull my ass toward him, as he thrust his mouth down onto my engorged shaft. "Oh, Justin, I love that feeling. I like it when you shoot your cream. I can't wait until I can shoot like you," Tony said, as he moved his body so his head was next to mine. We just held each other in our arms. I remember thinking, how could something that we both enjoyed so much be bad? I smothered his face with kisses, as I held him close to me. The feelings of guilt returned, but I fought them. I made him promise he would never tell anyone about our secret. For the next several weeks we were inseparable; except for school and sleeping, we were together. We played after school every day at his house. We would meet each other right after he got home from school. I would wait for him at his house, because his mother was working and Joann never came home. We spent hours talking to each other about what we wanted to be when we grew up. I remember asking him one day if he thought I'd make a good father. I hoped I would be a better father than "What's his name". Tony told me he thought I would be. We were sitting in his bedroom one day, playing video games and listening to the stereo. The sun coming through his window was shining on the television screen, making it hard to play the game. His room was always such a shambles. I stopped playing the game and lay back on his bed. Tony looked at me with that sullen look he gets. "Hey, Justin, you want to go to the woods?" he asked me. "I guess. You mean now?" "Yeah, I want to do it outside," he said with some excitement in his voice. I wasn't sure, I mean it sounded great, but I was scared. What if someone saw us? I surrendered to my curiosity and we decided to go. Tony assured me he knew a good place. It was great, the two of us undressed each other in the woods. It was under some bushes and the ground was covered with leaves and moss. The wind on my skin was tantalizing. I was feeling so free. It was beautiful. When we finished having our pleasures, we walked back to his house, laughing and joking the whole way. He was so happy and so was I. The next day, I was home in my room. I heard the doorbell, and then I heard Tony's voice. He was talking to one of my brothers. I remember he came to my bedroom door and knocked. When I opened the door and saw him, I noticed he had a black eye. "What happened to you?" I asked him. "That creep Jerry Massey beat me up," Tony told me. We went into my room and closed the door. I hugged him, I wanted to comfort him. "Oh, Justin, I hate him. He's such a fucker. He called me a fag. He told me I was your fag lover and sucker-punched me in the face," Tony was saying, between sobs. "He saw us in the woods yesterday." "Are you all right?" I heard myself asking. "Did he tell anyone else?" I continued. "Yeah, I'm ok. He's a loser. Who'd believe him anyway?" my little friend replied, as he looked into my eyes. We just sat there holding each other. Neither of us spoke a word until it was time for Tony to go home. "Well, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow," he said, as he hugged me, then I walked him to the door. "You want me to walk you home?" "Yeah." I walked him to his house. We crossed through the fields instead of walking on the streets, we didn't say much, but we did hold hands. It felt safer holding hands. When we reached the street we let our hands part. As I walked home that evening, I knew we would have to stop seeing each other. I felt bad, because I wanted to be with him all the time. I knew we couldn't risk having people find out about our real feelings, they weren't accepted by most. I cried. When I got home my brother told me I had a phone call from Jerry. I didn't call him back, instead I went straight to my room. I sat alone on my bed and worried about what Jerry was telling the other kids in the neighborhood. I was afraid. I cried myself to sleep. The next several days I was taunted and teased by some of the jerks. I was called names, like fag, queer, and sissy boy. I just ignored the insults, oh it hurt me inside, but on the outside I tried not to let on. I only hoped Tony wasn't getting the same kind of treatment in his school. I went to his house after school one day, about a week later. I met him like I used to. I watched my little friend as he walked up his street. He was walking slowly with his head down, until he saw me on his porch. His face lit up with excitement, as he ran to meet me. "Justin!" "Hey, Tony. How've you been?" "I've missed you. I hope you're not mad at me," he said, looking into my face. "No, I'm not mad at you. Have you been getting a lot of crap at school about what we did in the woods? Jerry must have told the whole world." I was talking, as he was opening the door. "Well, a few kids made fun of me at first. No one has said anything in the last couple of days." "Tony, I think we have to stop hanging around with each other. I mean what if our parents find out?" I felt so hurt and confused. The inner turmoil was taking it's toll on me. "You mean you don't want to be my friend anymore?" Tony asked, as tears flowed down his cheeks. "Tony, I always want to be your friend. I just don't want you to get hurt by people like Jerry Massey. I feel bad about how I feel. I mean people say what we do is wrong. "I guess. I don`t know. Oh Justin...." Tony said, as he ran up the stairs to his bedroom, leaving me standing alone in the cluttered living room. I left quietly. I walked home through the field that I had walked with Tony the last time we had been together. I cried. Often he would call my house, or stop by; I was never in for Tony. I didn't know what to tell him and I didn't want to hurt him. I never realized how much my ignoring him was hurting him. I just thought it was the best thing to do. I guess I wasn't ready to accept myself as who I was. It pained me greatly to pretend I didn't care for Tony the way I did. I would see him from time to time over the next few years, only to say hello and acknowledge him. We finally ended up in high school together my junior year, but by that time I was already hanging around with the gang. Tony was a freshman, and we juniors didn't have much to do with under class-men. It wasn't until the day of my grandparents' funeral that we got together again. That was the day we began our lives together, again. You know it is said, "with every ending, is a beginning." For Tony and I that has been true. ------------ Well that's all folks. I hope you've enjoyed the tale. Don't worry, I plan on writing a new story about Tony and I, as we are now. I hope you watch for it. I would like to extend a warm thanks to Ed, for his patience in editing this chapter. Ed, has been plagued with computer problems; he`s been having trouble with his e-mail and instant messages. It could be a virus that was sent to him unknowingly. I know the frustration of receiving a virus; I lost a computer last May to one. Thanks to all of you for reading. As always...Just, Justin