Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2000 04:58:52 EST From: Justin69SK@aol.com Subject: Justin's Story, Chapter 5 Justin's Story Chapter 5 3/25/00 Written By: Justin Case Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sex between gay young teens, if this is illegal where you are please exit now. If you are offended you may leave too, or become educated. The choice is yours to make, I will accept no responsiblity for your actions, as I can barely be responsible for my own. This story is fiction, based on my life. Any similarities to actual people, places or events is purely coincidental. It is my intent that by writing my story, I will give hope to others who have lived through similar situations. I will close with these things did happen to me, not necessarily in the sequence I write them, but they did happen. If you would like to e-mail me with your comments please do. I can be found at Justin69SK@aol.com And now on with my story. As I took the right onto Enfield Street from South Road, and began to pass the Enfield Congregational Church, I glanced in my rearview mirror. I noticed one of Enfield's finest, and his lights were flashing. Sometimes I hate my car, I get pulled over alot, and never know why. They see a young kid driving a sporty car, and pull me over. Always with some foolish explanation. What was is it this time, I hope this guy hurries, or I'll be late for school. What a way to start a Monday morning. I pulled the Seabring to the side of the road, after I put my directional on of course. Shit, I just remembered, my license in at home, I forgot my wallet. Damn, well I know my license number anyway. As I'm watching the cop in my mirror I notice he puts on the take down lights. These are the bright white lights on the front of their light rack, usually used at night, for taking down criminals on road stops. Its only 7:15 am, why does he feel he needs those, then he turns on his spot light. Oh Oh, a Ronny Rookie, is pulling me over, either that or he's just over zealous. Either way is not good, these kind usually give tickets, not warnings. I try to casually wait for Mr. Lawman to approach, I push the button to lower my window as I follow him in the mirror to my car. At the last second he approaches the passenger side, with his 18" flashlight in hand. Did I mention its day, not night. This guy has a fetish with lights. "May I see you license, registration, and insurance card please." this young italian, and cute cop says. "Sure officer. Wha't's the problem?" I say. "You ran the stop sign." Jonnie Law says, man he is adorable, I wished I met him under different circumstances. "Are you sure? Because I did stop at the sign, and proceeded after I stopped." I say very politely. Just then Cindy Lauper comes on TIC FM with Craig and Company, belting out "Girls Just Want to Have Fun", I forgot to turn the radio off. I love the vast array of music 96 TIC plays. From DMX, to Cindy Lauper, go figure, but I have a wide variety of music taste. I quickly reach over and turn the radio off. "No you didn't" Mr. Officer of the Law replies. He's new can't be more than 22 years old. How can "they" let these egomaniac kids carry guns? After fifteen minutes of sitting in my car I get a sixty dollar ticket for something I didn't do. "I'm giving you a break by not citing you for not having your license with you." Ronny Rookie says, "Thank you" I reply, yeah right, a break. "They" must teach the cops to say that, as they hand you the ticket, I've heard that line before. The only solace I have, is I know how the traffic court system works in Connecticut. If you fight the ticket you have a 99.9% chance of getting off. Never send the fine in, always check not guilty, and almost guanranteed you'll get off. I think the courts must know how these young enthusiastic, egomaniac, power hungry guys, can be. I cautiously manuever my car back into traffic. Fuck, I'm going to miss home room, and have to go to the office to sign in. I hate Monday mornings, especially when I'm late. I pull into Enfield Highs drive, its really cool, about a half mile of "S" curve as you head down a hill the entire time. The school is built in the valley on the Connecticut River. It's kind of tucked away, it really is a choice location for a school that is. Alot better than Fermi, the crosstown rival high school. I mean Fermi High, is just there at the intersection of North Road and that other street. What the hell is it called? It doesn't really matter, it will come to me at some point when I won't remember why I wanted to know. As I enter the lobby, I see Tricia, Shelley, Champ, Robert, and Gerard waiting to greet me. My group, my friends from the neighborhood. My niggas, my dawgs waiting for little old me. Tricia is probably my best friend, she is irish, last name is Brennan. She has long dark hair, and pretty blue eyes. She has a long chin, and is really self concious about her looks. I think she's adorable, and really smart. She's kind of like the leader, after me, of the group. I'm the oldest, they're all sophomores, except Champ, he's a freshman, But I've known these kids all my life, and we love each other like brothers and sisters. Tricia looks at me with that look of her's, and says "What you all smiles about Justin?" She can read my mind. "I have a new friend, I finally got to know Jon Thomas Serimbelli." I announce to her and my other freinds. Shelly looks crushed, but Champ is beaming with a smile. Rob could care less, he must not have any pot, he looks depressed. Champ is like a little brother, he's five foot even. He has dirty blonde hair, and green eyes, perfect teeth, and a really great complexion. The best looking 14 year old I know. We had sex a couple of times, he let me blow him. He never touches me though. He knows, right away, what I meant when I said I got to know JT. So do my other friends. They have accepted me and my sexuality, afterall they've known me before we had sex. It doesn't seem to matter to anyone except Robert. We keep it to ourselves, just like all our sexcapdes. We've all had sex with each other at some point in our young lives. And Robert is currently going with Shelly, which is short for Michelle. Shelly and I used to go out, before I confirmed to myself that I was gay. I used to sneak out my bedroom window at night and ride my bicycle to her house, she lived in BirdLand. We used to go in her parents camper in the back yard and make out. I could never really get into though. Don't get me wrong shes pretty, long light brown hair, and blue eyes sitting on her rounded face, and very white teeth. If was attracted to girls, she would be the one. I liked rubbing her, and holding her, but little Justin never reacted. I think I just like being close to another person sometimes because I feel so unloved at my house. Then I make my other announcement, "Sarah Jane is getting married this Saturday, to some Air Force Guy." You could have heard a pin drop, they all know my sister. "You're kidding. Right?" Tricia asks, "No for real, trust" I tell them. "Turns out she's pregnant, and has to get married." I continue the story as my Moms told it to me. "The wedding is this Saturday at St. Mary's Episcopal Church, Father Johnson is marrying them, his name is Phil." I go on, just then first period bell rings, and I haven't even signed in yet. "I gotta bounce, later guys." I yell as I head up the stairs, and hear a chior of "Laters" from my gang. I burst through the office door, and nearly knock over Mr. Fury, my Business Law teacher. He looks down at me, through his bifocals, and smiles, "In a hurry Justin, late for Mrs. Humphries class I bet." he says. He's one of my favorite teachers, he's really tough, but I like Business Law, you get to argue, and as long as you do it well; you're never wrong. "Yeah, I got a ticket on the way in this morning." I tell him all about it as I wait for my pass. He nods at me, and says "I'll see you in class, by the way I have your midterm results, and you were number one again. Highest score of all my classes." I can't believe it, I thought I did terribly. We only had three contract case questions to write about, and we had to write from both opinions, or sides if you will. "Thank you Mr. Fury, I really needed some good news after that ticket." I say to him as he leaves the office, for the teachers lounge, and I make my way up to the third floor; for my English Composition with Mrs. Humphries, to hear more about my fragmented sentences, a inability to use proper puncuation. As I climb the stairs I realize I haven't seen JT yet today. I haven't seen my new love since last night at his house. My little friend begins to stir as I remember last night on JT's rec room floor. I get to Mrs. Humphries room, room 312, and knock before I enter. Mrs. Humphries is a tremendous teacher, but very strict. You have to knock before you enter, and be recieved. You can't just walk in on her, no she'd throw you right back out. I wait outside the door until it is opened, Pat Gilhooly is the lucky doorman, as his chair is the closest to the door. He's another hotty that I wouldn't mind getting to know. He's about 5'4" dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes, cute little turned up nose, and bowl legged, I find him rather sexy. I am a horny guy. What can I say? I walk in and place the yellow pass on Mrs. Humphries desk, she's in the middle of a lecture about our mid-terms, and the results are in. She announces, "Class, our late friend here; did the best in this class, someday you maybe reading Mr.Case as a published author." she continued with "Justin you should be very proud of your talent, but you need to work on run-on's and fragmented sentences." I can't believe it, she is the toughest teacher I know, and I got the highest score in the class, a 98%. "Thank you Mrs. Humphries, you are too kind." comes out of my mouth as I turn bright red in the face. I take my mid term and move towards my desk. I sit in the second row, first seat, right next to Mr. Gilhooly. Mrs. Humphries is about fifty years old, she has black hair and brown eyes. She wears these really big glasses, that practically take up her whole face. She has a very soft look, and is always very serious. She is strict and tough, but she loves all her students. She has never turned me down for extra help, and always talks to me like I am the only person in the room at the time. I've noticed she does this with any student she talks to, she makes the person the center of the universe. That's what makes her so totally awesome. I remember I told her I wanted to go into politics when I was a sophomore, and she made reference to it this year. I mean she remembered my dream, as it was one of her own. She really knows how to make you feel special. The next three periods flew by, the bell rang at 11:19 and off to the cafeteria I go. Man am I hungry. I am quite popular in school with teachers, and staff. I even have my favorite lunch room ladies. I don't know their names, and they don't know mine. They do know I love the salad dressing they create. I have a green salad every day, and they save me one, if I'm ever late. I asked one day who the person was that made the dressing, and told her it was the bomb. She was so happy, she never forgot me. If I ever forget my money, like I did today, they let me charge my lunch. My other favorite, is now don't laugh, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with american cheese. I had never seen that any where but in school, and I love them. Give me a carton of milk, pbj with cheese, and a green salad with that great dressing and I'm there. I find my way to our table, we sit in the first table all the way to the left side of the cafe. Tricia, Shelly, Rob, Champ, Pammy, Nancy, Dane, Dean, Brad, Cheryl and I. Thats most of the gang. I won't try and tell you about all of them now. You will meet them in due time, my little pretties. Where have I heard that line before, oh yeah "And your little dog Toto." the wicked witch said. In this case I'm not the witch, just wicked. I am greeted by a round of "Heys, and Wassup's" I nod my greeting and sit in the next to the last chair at our table for 12. As I sit I notice JT coming over to the table. I jump up, "JT, come on and join us." I yell to him. He looks over and smiles at me, and continues heading to our table. He sits in the chair directly across from me. There we all are, all twelve of us sitting in the cafeteria of first lunch with about four hundred others. Everyone talking, and carrying on. And I felf totally alone with JT. We exchanged looks, and had our second "CC". "Justin, what are you doing after school?" he starts with, "Nothing, can I do it with you?" I asked him. "Yeah I thought we could take a ride up to Forest Park." he says through those lips I could die for. "I'm there." I say, and feel his right foot rubbing my left shin. I can feel the blood rush to my face, and Brad yells down the table, "Hey Justin, you do the dirty yet?" That's Brad, nothing personal is sacred with Brad, he and Dane start to laugh. Dane laughs so hard the milk he's drinking comes out his nose. Brad is really cool. His parents are going through a divorce, and he's really insecure. He's the same size as me, he has a baby face, brown wavy hair, and sexy blue eyes. He's let me feel his dick before, but isn't really sure if he's into it. As long as I do the feeling. Dane on the other hand, is shorter than me, he has blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a very tough kind of look about his face. He and I have sex occasionally, no relationship though, just sex. Ususally we go into his room which, is shared with his brother Paul. Now Paul is the dreamy one of the two. We keep our secret well, only the people in the gang know. Paul is not in the group so, he doen't know the secret, and we don't know his. Although I wouldn't mind knowing his. After Dane blew his milk the whole table is in an uproar. I couldn't beleive it even Tricia was laughing. We all watched the milk run down poor Dane's face, and onto his best Aeropostale shirt. Shelly felt bad for him, and gave him some napkins. We all settled down, and finished our lunches. JT had been taken back a little by my friends. I assured him he was safe, and they were all harmless. We made arrangement to meet in the parking lot after school to go to Forest Park. And I could hardly wait to meet my Prince Charming. The sun was out and the temperatures were in the mid seventies, a great day if you own a drop top. As I get to my car I notice Brad is waiting by it. I walk up and say "Hey Bradley, wassup?" "Justin, I wanted to say I was sorry for lunch today." Brad says as he looks towards the ground. I notice he has a tear in his eye. "Brad you don't have anything to be sorry for." I say trying to cheer him up. "I am really sorry for embarassing you like that, I don't know why I did it." he says still quite upset with himself. "Brad, we've known each other all our lives, if we can't joke with each other, who else do we have?" I say quite seriously to my friend. "I know Justin, but, I don't mean to hurt you or any of the others." he says still crying. "Brad, I love you man, really, you never did anything that hurt me." I tell him, and really mean it. "Justin, am I your friend?" he asks that question atleast once a day of all of us. I feel so bad for him at times, his home life is really fucked up. His mother is having an affair with her boss, and his father and mother both drink. When they are home they fight so loud the cops come. We're just lucky Robert's brother is a cop, and his family lives right across the street from Brad. His parents have never been arrested, yet. I hope they hurry up and get divorced for all our sakes. I look over to Brad and tell him, "Bradley you know how I feel about you, you are a very dear friend to me. If you weren't you wouldn't be here now." Just about as I said that JT came over to us, "What's up guys?" JT asked, while looking over to Brad and seeing how upset he is. "Notta, dude." I say. "We still going to Forest Park?" JT asks, oh man I can't leave Brad like this. He's so insecure. How do I get out of this? I'll just plunge ahead, hey at some point JT has to be a part of the gang. "JT you wouldn't mind if Brad came with us would you?" I ask nervously, hoping his response is the one I want. "As long as your there Justin, I don't mind." JT says, now theres the guy I love. "I though it was pretty funny what you said at lunch today Brad." JT shoots Brad that smile, and says to him, "Come on Dude, but I get shot gun." The three of us get in the car, and we're off for Forest Park. Well readers, that's enough for now. I'll leave you wondering,Just whats about to happen at Forest Park. Sorry there wasn't any sex for you other pervs, but that's life. You don't have sex everyday, and sometimes you get traffic tickets. I can promise you though chapter 6 is juicy. I was there remember. So stay tuned. If you have any comments please e-mail me at Justin69SK@aol.com Just, Justin