Date: Sun, 01 Apr 2001 00:50:22 -0500
From: Chad M. <chadtales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin's Boyhood, chapter 3

JUSTIN'S BOYHOOD
by Chad

Author's Note: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between
minors.  If you don't like this, don't read it.  The characters and events
are purely from the imagination of the author, and in no way represent any
actual persons or events.  Any similarity is purely coincidental.

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Chapter Three
ANTICIPATION


As Friday approached, I began to get a little apprehensive about my planned
sleepover.  My Thursday afternoon jackoff took place behind locked doors,
in case little Bryan

were to suddenly appear.  Once again, it was my friend Matt's face that
appeared in my mind's eye as I was approaching climax.

School went by slowly on Friday, as usual.  During English class, I stole a
few quick glances as Matt.  He was wearing a blue denim shirt, which was
wearing completely unbuttoned.  Underneath he wore a ribbed white tank top,
or "wife-beater," as he called it.  The neckline was on his tank was quite
low, and a lot more skin was showing than usual.  I found it to be quite
interesting, and I managed to look away every time he looked up.  I didn't
want to be caught staring at him again.

On the bus after school, my seatmate got off at the first stop, leaving me
a few minutes in the seat alone.  I got bold and sat with my back to the
window, my legs across the

seat.  This way, I could glance behind me into Matt's seat without being
too obvious.

Matt's seatmate was sick that day, so Matt was also sitting

alone.  He was wearing headsets, with the volume turned way up.  He had his
eyes closes, and was mouthing the words to whatever song he was listening
to.  He had taken the outer shirt off, and was wearing just his shoes,
jeans, and wife-beater.  It was warm on the bus, and a light film of

sweat covered his skin.

And there was a lot more skin showing at the moment.  The undershirt was
just a little too big, and the left strap had fallen off his shoulder.  I
could just see a crescent of his lift nipple.

My eyes grew big, and my breathing became erratic.  I felt a

stirring that I had never felt before.  It was a nice feeling, but sort of
scary, in a way.

"Hey, wassup Justin?"  The spell was suddenly shattered

when Matt spoke.

"Uh, nothing," I managed to get out.

"Hey is Bryan Skinner spending the night with you tonight?"

"Y-y-eah."

"Cool," he said.
  I was surprised.  How did he know Bryan was coming?  I didn't even know
he knew Bryan!  And he thought it was cool?

Suddenly the bus came to a halt.  It was our stop.  Matt got up, pulled his
strap back onto his shoulder, and picked up his shirt.  He was out the door
in a flash. I gathered up my heavy bookbag, and was the last one off the
bus, as usual.

To my surprise, Matt was waiting for me.  Here it comes...he's going to
tease me now, I figured.

Instead, he put his arm around my neck and pulled me close as if to tell me
a secret.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" he whispered.  He gave me that sly grin
again, then released me and took off toward his house.

I was now more confused than ever, but I took off running.  I was on
sensory overload.  Matt's skin, his voice, the touch of his soft hand on my
neck, and his hot breath in my ear...was more mental information than I
needed for a great jackoff session.

I turned the corner of my block when I ran into Bryan on his bike.

"Hey Justin!  When do you want me to come over?"

I lied. "My mom says you got to wait till after she gets home, so around 6
I guess."  Actually, she wouldn't have cared.  Bryan was always at our
house before she got home, but I wanted some time to do some personal
business first.

"I'll bring over some Playstation games.  OK, see you then!"  And he was
gone.

When I reached the house, I fumbled with my key trying to open the lock.
My dick was already hard before I made it upstairs.  I didn't even take the
time to completely remove my pants, and they puddled around my ankles.

I started stroking fast.  I closed my eyes, reliving the events of just a
few minutes ago.  Matt.  His sly grin.  His suggestive talk about Bryan.
My dick tingled delightfully, and I knew I was getting close.

Matt.  He physically touched me today for the first time.  Just a few more
seconds till I would cum.  "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he had said.

I was almost shocked as my mental image switched from Matt to Bryan, just
as I shot my hot sperm over my belly.

TO BE CONTINUED

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This was a short chapter, I know.  But everything in this story has its
place, even if it unfolds slowly.  Keep reading, and you--as well as
Justin--will be rewarded in the end.

If you would like to send a comment or suggestion, please drop me a line at
chadtales@hotmail.com.