Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 20:46:49 EST From: Justin69SK@aol.com Subject: Justins Story Chap 7 ------------- Justin's Story Chapter 7 3/27/00 Written By: Justin Case ------------- Disclaimer: The story you are about to read contains sex in a graphic nature. This sex is between teenage boys, and is with only teenage boys. If it is illegal for you to read this then exit the site now. Did you leave? Guess not, if your still reading, duh. So if you're still here, you say your legal. Now if the story line offends you, you should leave. But, before you leave, let me ask you. What the hell are you doing here in the first damn place? This story is fiction, it is based on my life. Much of it is true, I have changed names, and locations to protect the guilty. So if you think its about you, it could be. Since I use a pen name, ya never know. --------- I crossed Raffia Road, and headed down Barret, on my way to Tricia's. The weather was a blur, the walk was a blur. I thought I'd clear my head. All I could think of was my JT. How much it hurt, how much it hurt not being able to confide in my family. How I shut Grams off. I have never done that, my grandparents have given me everything, including a room in their house. Their door is always open to me, Gramps has said it a million times. I was hurting too much. I couldn't think clearly. As I got to the end of Barret, I saw my inner-circle. All of them were there. There was Dean, Dane, Rob, Brad, Pammy, Nancy, Cheryl, Shelly, Tricia, Genzo, Billy, and Val, there was Jimmy and Mike too. My God Timmy was there, Gerard and Buddy, Melody, Margie, Greg, and Champ. There under the pine tree was Mark and Joyce, and Kathy was here too. The whole damn gang. What was going on? It was Sunday afternoon, not Friday night. We all party on Friday night, and meet at Dean, and Mark's house, in their backyard, at a place we call the rock. Its really a piece of concrete left behind from when they built the house, Dean and Mark live in. It sits in the ground under this huge pine tree. Tricia sees me, and yells "Juuuussssstttttiiiiinnnnnn" and runs up to me with her arms wide open, followed by Cheryl, Shelly, and Kathy. We called Kathy "Moo-Moo" I never knew why. She was a very petite girl, bout 4' 9", long long brown hair, and weighed about 70 lbs, she wears glasses, and has the prettiest eyes behind them. She also wears braces, and is very self conscious. Brad named her Moo Moo, and I never knew why. Tricia lead the others my way, she was the leader when I wasn't around. Tricia started tearing up, and so did some of the others. "What the hell you all doing here?" I asked. "We're here for you Justin, we're here for you." Dean said and most of my friends agreed, there were so many, it was hard to hear them all. I love them all, each and every one of them. We have grown up in that neighborhood all our lives, most of us. Dean and Mark had only moved in a couple years ago. And Moo Moo has only been part of the gang since Cheryl befriended her. Of all of them Pammy was the quietest. Just hand her a joint, and she's happy, not that the rest of us ever turned it down. Pammy liked her pot as much as Robert, a little too much for me. Don't get me wrong I smoked it, but usually only on Friday nights. We' d all meet at the rock, around 7:00, Mike got the booze, usually just 40's, and some wine coolers. Then we'd walk into the woods across from Dean and Marks house. Out into the field, and start a fire. Never a big one. Just a little fire and we'd sit around smoking blunts, and drinking malt liquor. Some of us were doing others, so we'd go off where we could. Never knew why, we had pretty much all had each other at some point or another. I thought it was normal. I thought all the kids were doing it. I have found out lately that was not the case. It was, with my friends. Don't mean to imply we were all having orgies, that was not the case. We just made out, with one partner at a time, sometimes in the presence of others, sometimes alone. Whenever I had sex with another boy, it was always just him and I. That was a secret kind of love. That was not done in front of the others. >From my group I had sex with alot of the guys. I never felt like it was wrong. I loved being able to share the closeness with my friends. When I suck one of my friends dicks, I love the control I feel, the feeling of being merged, and loved. I love it when they suck me too. Some do, most don't. The ones that don't either just lay there, usually give me a hand job while I suck them off. Tricia said, "Earth to Justin, Hellllllloooooo" as she turned her babyblues on me. "I'm sorry Trish, I'm just so lost." I said between sobs. That's when Robert said, "I got just the thing dude, some grade triple fucking A , skunk weed." Brad and Dane both said at the same time "Yeah bro lets get skunked!" It was cool. We all headed into the woods. All twenty five of us. We were a motley bunch. We love to play hand ball off the sides of builings. We usually play at the shopping center at the end of Aliamo Drive. I always wonder what people think of us as we enter the woods every Friday night? On foot and ususally all at once. I didn't wonder now though, I was too depressed to think about the rest of the world. I was in my comfort zone, and about to get skunked. We arrived enmasse, at our place in the field. Mike says to Jimmy, and Dane, the youngest two of the bunch, "Go get the beer." I am suprised, we have beer on a Sunday, whats up with that? I turn to Mike and say, "How'd you pull off getting the beer?" Mike looks at me, he's only a month younger than me, his birthday is in October, and mine is in September. "Justin we all feel bad over your loss, and we all love you, so I had the niggas get it last night." He meant his brother Carey, and his friend Bernard. Who the hell names their kid Bernard? And he looked like a Bernard too. "We wanted to cheer you up dude." Mike continued, while he looked at me. Mike was cool. Even though he is younger, he is taller than me. He stands 6 feet, has blonde hair, and crooked teeth. His face is always bright red, and he has blue-grey eyes. He weighs about 180, pretty skinny, and no real definition. You know the type. He can get it if it exists, he has the connections. The beer is hidden in the old tobacco barn, on the corner of the field. Two coolers, full of 40's, We had Olde English, Corona, Bud for the light weights, and girls, and Heffenreiffer. Robert, had 2 ounces of skunk, and Mike had about thirty Garcias, the blue ones, he didn't like the green ones. I was going to be able to escape my depression, not the natural way. Not with time, but, right here and now, and my friends where here to help me forget my pain. The pain of losing my lover, JT. Several hours later, and blunts. I was feeling no pain. Man when did Brad get to look so good, was it this past summer, or the one before? It was after he played football, on the Ramblers. He got quite the work out that was two, no three years ago. Wow, when he worked out all summer long, he was only 12. He was handsome, as I sat there, talking to him. He became the only person there, by now several had left, it was starting to get dark. It was about 7:30 or so. Brad looked me in the eyes, and said very quietly, "Justin, can we go somewhere, just the two of us?" "Sure Bradley, lets bounce." I looked him back in the eyes as I said it. I put all the love and affection into my brown eyes, and smiled at him. He smiled back that wicked smile, the one that let me know what he was thinking. We walked to his house, as we got there he turned to me and said, "Justin its going to be just you and I." he continued, "You don't have to do anything, if you don't want to, I'll understand, but I want to hold you, I've never held you before." I looked back to my insecure friend and said, "Bradley there is nothing more than I want than to hold you and feel safe with you." I looked into his eyes and gave him a big hug, and told him I loved him too much. For some reason as I stood in his back porch that night, I couldn't do anymore than that. I turned and walked home. Just as I came across my front lawn, a car pulled into my drive. As fucked up as I was I knew the car. Yep Massachusetts plates, Saab 900, it was Ryan. What the hell was Ryan doing there? I watched my 6 foot blonde, with a smile that doesn't quit, man those teeth, and his face just lights up when they show. He has that shy look about him, with those puppy dog brown eyes that just eat anyone he looks at. I have had a crush on him since that hockey game he played last November, the one in the Springfield Civic Center. I met Ryan the skating rink in Enfield, in November. We flirted with each other while we both practiced skating. Ryan has a body like the athlete he is. His pecs, and triceps, and his thighs, man he was a piece of art. We had been teasing each other for the last six months. It was a back and forth thing. I had wanted him so bad, and I know he wanted to, but he was afraid. Hey I understand, he's on the hockey team, all manly and stuff. He had the feelings though and couldn't deny them. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him. For some reason, it seemed right. Ryan seemed right. "Hey dude you wanna go for a ride?" he said as he flashes me that smile, and that shy look, "No games tonight, I really want to take you for a ride." I couldn't beleive my ears. My first thought was, JT please understand, your not here, and Ryan is. I need to be held. I need to be loved, to get over you. My second thought was am I cheating? On JT? As I thought about it a shooting star zoomed across the sky, as if to say "Go for it", I took it as a sign. We went to Ryans house in Longmeadow he lived about fifteen minutes away. He walked me into his bedroom. I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked in his room. It was dark green, the walls were like a forest green. The furniture was solid. It was walnut, he had a dresser, a night stand, a wardrobe, the biggest bed I had ever seen, and a desk/computer stand all in dark walnut. He had a dark green spread on the bed and the carpet was just a shade lighter that the bed spread. He had green drapes, he must like green. As we got into the room, Ryan closed and locked his door. His bedroom was on the ground floor of the house. You could walk out the back of his house from the ground floor. The front door was above on the first floor. His house had been built into the side of a hill. Ryan turned to me and took my hands in his. His hands were firm, and strong. He looked me right in the eyes and said "Justin, I want to kiss you, I have wanted to kiss you so long." I am in shock, I look up into his big brown eyes and all I can say is, "I want to kiss you to, I have wanted to hold you for months." Just as I finish Ryan has me in his arms, and kisses me long and gentle, we fall into that huge bed. I can smell him in the bed, his smell is so soft, and sweet. His lips are soft, his face is soft, how can this strong six foot hockey player be so soft? He lays on top of me, I can feel his hard staff on mine, I am hard too. "Oh Justin, you feel so good." Ryan says. I grind my hips up to him, I want to feel his dick on mine. I want him to feel my dick on him. We are seperated only by our pants and underwear. My body could feel his heat, and I could feel his heart beating through his shirt. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I wanted to get as close to this guy as I could. His breahting was fast, and deep. He squeezed his arms between us. I had our bodies locked together. He was sweating, so was I. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Justin, lets get undressed." he kept kissing me as he said it, then he said, " I want to feel you, I want to feel all of you." I stuck my tounge into his mouth, right past those teeth, and through those soft lucious lips of his. He sent his tounge into my mouth, and our tounges worked with furor at each other. We broke the kiss. Ryan got up on his knees. He unbuckled my belt, and nearly ripped my pants down. He grabbed my sneakers and yanked them off. He was possessed, and obsessed, he was full of pure lust. I was too. After he got my shoes off he pulled my pants off. I lay there below him, I had my shirt on and my pasley printed silk boxers. I had worn them to the wedding. Whenever I dress up I wear silk boxers. My cock was as hard as it gets. The head of my 6 and a half inch dick was just poking out of the slit in the front. The precum was glistening, as a ray of light from the light on the night stand reflected off of it. Ryan placed both his hands on my smooth body, at my waist, and ran them up my sides to remove my shirt. I lifted my arms with the movement of his, and the shirt was tossed to the floor, in the heap, with the rest of my belongings. The feelings I had in my tits were so erotic as the shirt came up my body, and his hands slid on my bare skin. He knelt before me and placed his hand on my hardened member. I was ready to explode. He just felt it, as if he was checking its size, as he was trying to memorize it in his mind. He had such an intent look in his eyes. I wanted him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him inside of me, in every orifice I had. I wanted his manhood, I wanted his juice to fill me. I was tingling all over. My nipples were so erect they felt like they were leaking fluid, or something. I was something I had never felt before. He grabbed my silk boxers, I raised my hips, as Ryan slid them down my smooth legs. My muscular, hairless legs. He bent his head down and smelled me, he ran his nose from my neck to my waist. The precum was gushing out of my cock. He brought his head back up and kissed me with his tounge again. I ran my hands down his sides to his belt, I repeated the same process on him, as he just did to me, only from the bottom. He moved his body to meet the demands my hands were making on removing his clothing. We were both naked in his bed. I looked up into his brown eyes, and asked "Ryan, are you sure?" He gazed back into my face, and said "Justin I want you, I want you forvever. I love you." I said nothing, I just kissed him. Our bodies were perfectly matched in the bed. I was below him, our sweat was mingling, our saliva was mingling and our precum was mingling. I spread my legs, Ryans prick, which was the same size as mine but a little thicker, went between my legs. I felt the wet head near my ass, right at the hole. I felt him push, and the head tried to enter. I widened my legs, I pushed my hips up, and then I raised my legs up. He reached down with his arms and put my legs over his broad shoulder. His chest looked so smooth as I was positioned to recieve him. I sucked his nipples. He placed the head of his cock at my hole, I reached down with my right hand to guide him in to my body. I wanted him, I wanted all of him. I felt him enter, in one long push he was in me. I wanted him deeper, I wanted him harder. "DEEEPPPEEERRR please Ryan, harder, mmmmmmmmm" I moaned. He pumped as hard as he could. The sweat was dripping from his body, he was full of energy. His face had the most fixed look of concentration, I looked into his puppydog eyes. He was a different boy as he pushed and pulled his long dick in and out of me. The room began to smell like sex. Pure raw sex. It was a pungent odor, but it mixed with the sweet aroma of Ryan. It added to the sex. I could begin to feel the climax starting, deep with in me, from my bowels, all the way to the tip of my cock. "MMMMM" Ryan screamed, I swear to God you could hear him down the street. I could feel his cock swell, he was going to blow his load any second. He pulled his dick out and came all over my stomach, shot after shot, wad afte wad, his hot white come shot all over my stomach. I could acutally feel the heat of his seed. I was beyond control. I exploded, my come shot, the first shot went over my head. Then next few hit me in the neck, before I finished Ryan reached down and put his mouth on me. The sensation was more than I could stand. My hips bucked wildly, as I tried to have him continue, and wanted him to stop. We collapsed into a heap on his bed, just like our clothes on the floor. We layed there and fell asleep. We must have slept for a couple of hours, when I woke, Ryan was still on top of me. I was holding him like I was holding on for fear of falling off a ride at the amusement park, my arms ached. I just looked up at his face, at the same moment he opened his eyes. "Justin you are awsome." he says to me, "You aint so bad yourself." He began kissing me again. I was hard again and so was he. He moved so his head was between my legs, and his cock was in my face. I reached to his dick, and put it in my mouth. I moved my tounge around the head of his beautiful cock. I felt him suck me. He sucked my cock like never before. The sensations he was giving me we beyond words. I felt that tinlgle in my balls, and in my breasts again. He massaged my balls. I sucked his cock like he was sucking mine. I could feel the head with my tounge, and I wrapped my lips around my teeth. I slicked his cock with as much spit as I could muster. As I laid there on my side in that huge green bed, and he laid on his side, with our dicks in each others mouths. He started to twitch, I could feel his whole body tremble. I got that feeling again. I was there. I shot my come into his mouth, and down Ryans, throat, and he shot his into mine a few seconds later. I couldn't believe how we had just gone twice in a row, and nearly had simaltaneous orgasms both times, within seconds of each other both times We fell off each other spent, and exahusted. I fell back to sleep with dreams of Ryan filling my head. I didn't stir the rest of the night. I was at peace. Well guys there it is. I didn't forget how to have sex. I know the last two chapters were "dry" for you, but I have to tell the story. I have to get the message of hope out. I hope you like this chapter as much as the others. Will Ryan and Justin have a relationship now? Or was this just a one night stand. I'd like to thank my very special friend Ryan, who now, by the way lives all the way in Hawaii, for letting me write him in. This chapter was a lot of fiction. The friends I mentioned in the first part are all real, I really do have that many close friends. We really do party every week, not at the place I wrote about, but we do party every Friday. The Brad part happened to, but as I said earlier, Brad let me touch his dick, and that was as far as we ever got. I remember one time sitting in his mothers car and talking, all of a sudden he grabs my hand and puts it on his cock through his pants. He wanted me to feel his hardon. He was like 14 and I was 16. That was it. Thank you all for your kind words. Pat I'll be home late tonight darling, could you feed the cat? Oh Pat is my lover, in case you wondered. My current lover, that is. I have found it tough to stay tied down so far in these eighteen years. Send your comments to me if you want Justin69SK@aol.com