Date: Mon, 09 Apr 2001 22:33:51 -0400
From: Chad M. <chadtales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin's Boyhood, chapter 6

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 Six
BRYAN'S
CONFESSION


Bryan and I rode around the neighborhood on our bikes for most
of an hour, hardly speaking. It was clear he was embarrassed, maybe a little
angry, on account of his brother Kevin.

I was still in a state of
confusion.  Just minutes ago I was in a situation that most boys my age
would kill for--the chance to see and feel a real live pussy up close.

But
instead of feeling turned on by the experience, I felt--revulsion!  The
whole episode seemed far less than sexy.  In fact, it was kind of
gross.

The image that kept flashing through my mine was of Matt.  The way
he manipulated his skillful fingers around that girl's mound, and the
obvious pleasure she felt from it, made me downright jealous.  Yes, jealous!
  I came to the realization that I wanted Matt to do stuff like that with
ME!  Not HER!

Yeah, right.  Fat chance.  Pigs may fly out of my
butt.

Eventually we rode by a little patch of woods, commonly known in the
neighborhood as Judge Holmes' property.  Supposedly, Judge Holmes would
shoot trespassers first and ask questions later.  Consequently, most of the
kids in the neighborhood stayed away.

But Dad did a little checking for me,
and found out that the city actually owned the land, and it was supposedly a
"protected area" for the wildlife.  There was a little stream that ran
through the property, and I guess the city didn't want it disturbed by
allowing houses to be built there.

I kept this information to myself,
since it afforded me a little extra protection.  I knew I could have free
reign of  "Judge Holmes' land," and that other kids wouldn't be likely to
bother me there.

I pointed my bike in the direction of the woods, and
started to ride between the trees.

"Hey, we can't go in there!" cried
Bryan.

"Sure, it's OK.  I know the judge personally!" I made up.
"C'mon!"

The underbrush made it difficult to pedal the bikes, so we
dismounted and walked them.  There was a vague trail cut through the woods,
but there was so little foot traffic that it wasn't definite.

In a short
while, we reached a natural clearing where part of the stream went through.
We were about a half-mile away from the road, and you could no longer hear
cars or people.  There was an ethereal silence in that place.

We leaned our
bikes against a tree, and I took out a couple of sippy drinks from the
plastic bag I had tied to my handlebars.  I sat down against a tree trunk
and tossed one of the drinks to Bryan.  We both punctured the foil pouches
with our straws and savored the sweet fruit juice.

"Mmm," Bryan said.

"I
know...hits the spot!"

In no time Bryan had emptied his drink, and made
rude slurping sounds with the straw.

"My legs hurt from all the pedaling,"
Bryan complained.

"We still have that ride back," I said.  "Here, you want
me to massage them for you?"

"OK."

"Sit in front of me."

I positioned
Bryan so that he was facing me, his legs crossed over mine.  That way, I
could still look at him while I massaged his leg muscles.  I began with his
left calf, running my hands underneath and kneading the sore muscles.

"How
is that?" I asked.

"Feels good," he replied.

I went to work in earnest,
trying to make sure he got a really good rubdown.  I noticed that even
though he hadn't hit puberty yet, his legs were covered with soft blond
hairs, starting just below his kneecaps and running down to his
ankles.

This seemed like as good a time as any to ask him.

"Hey,
Bryan...what was Kevin talking about back there?  What was he trying to get
you to do?" I inquired.

Bryan got that "bothered" look on his face again,
and his eyes suddenly looked moist.

"I don't want to tell you 'cause you're
my best friend," he said quietly.

"So what does that have to do with
it?"

He paused a moment.  "If I tell you, you'll think I'm just a nasty kid
and you won't let me hang out with you anymore."

I stopped rubbing his leg,
and placed both of my hands on his shoulders.

"That's bull," I said.
"Because you're my bestest friend, you can't say anything at all that will
make me think any less of you."

Bryan wiped his eyes.  Seeing him like this
gave me a little lump in my throat.

"Well..." he began slowly.  "Kevin
likes it when I do stuff to him."

"Like what stuff?"

"Nasty stuff."

The
lump in my throat got bigger, and now it had company--I was growing a lump
in my pants, as well.

Nervously, I said, "What do you mean, exactly?"

"I
guess I should tell you from the beginning?" Bryan sighed.

I let my hands
slide off his shoulders down his arms, and over his wrists.  Automatically,
Bryan grasped my hands in his, and we sat lightly holding hands as he
related his story.

"This happened about a month ago," he began.    "I think
it was on a Saturday.  Mom and Dad were at the store, and Kevin was getting
ready to go out on a date.  I don't know where Dale was..."

"So what
happened?" I asked.

"Well, I was outside playing and then I had to come in
to take a pee.  I went by the bathroom and the door was closed, but not all
the way closed.   I had to go real bad.  I didn't hear the shower running,
so I didn't think anybody was in there.  So I went in to pee, and that's
when I saw Kevin."

"Was he in the shower?"

"He was taking a bath, not a
shower.  That's why I didn't hear the water running.  But he was doing
something weird."

"What?"

"Well, he was laying back in the tub, and he was
holding his...thingy...you know..." Bryan hesitated.  "And he was rubbing it
up and down real fast."

Bryan must have a thing about walking in on people
jacking off, I thought to myself, recalling the time he almost walked in on
me!

Bryan continued, "His eyes were closed and he was breathing really
funny.  I thought something was wrong with him.  I was really scared."

"You
didn't say anything?" I inquired.

"Not at first, cause I was too shocked!"
Bryan's eyes got really wide.

"Did he notice you were there?"

Bryan took a
breath, and squeezed my hands just a little tighter.  "No.  I guess he
didn't hear me come in.   Anyway, he started to grunt or something, and then
he raised up in the tub."

"You mean raised his hips?" I was trying to get a
mental picture of this.

"Yeah, his butt was like all the way out of the
water.  Then he held his breath and got real red in the face.  I thought he
was having a heart attack or something.  Then he sorta screamed, and stuff
starting squirting out of his thingy."

"White stuff?" I asked.

"Yeah, how
did you know?"

"I'll tell you in a minute...first tell me what happened
next."

"Well I thought he was dying or something, so I said `Kevin are you
alright?' and then he opened his eyes and saw me there."

"What did he
say?"

"Oh man...was he ever mad!  He started screaming and cussing!  He
told me to get the `blank' out of there and he was going to kick my butt
when he got out of the tub.  And then came the worst part of it."

"What?" I
asked.

Bryan looked down.  This was really embarrassing him.  I rubbed the
top of his hands with my thumbs.  He took a deep breath.

"I peed in my
pants.  Justin, I was so scared...I couldn't help it!"

"It's OK.  Come on,
it's ME, your best friend, that you're talking to!" I tried to comfort him
as best I could.

"Well, after that I ran outside and waited for him to
leave.  I hid out in the clubhouse until he left to go on his date.  Then
when I was sure he was gone I went back inside and changed my pants."

"Was
that the end of it?"

"Oh, no!  When Kevin got home that night, he came into
my room and told me to follow him.  It was dark already, but we went outside
to the clubhouse.  There's some candles in there, and he lit a couple of
`em.  I thought he was going to beat me up for walking in on him."

"What
did he say?"

"He asked me if I knew what he was doing in the tub.  I said
no.  Then he told me about how he had an itch down there and there was a
special thing he had to do, and that's what he was doing when I caught him.
He told me that if I was a really good brother, that I would help him when
he got the itch."

I was stunned.  Was Kevin asking his own brother to "do"
him?

Bryan went on, "So I said, `You want me to touch your thing?  That's
nasty!' But he told me it was OK.  So then he unzipped and took it out."

My
own breathing became erratic as I imagined what Bryan was telling me.  My
dick flexed in my cutoffs.  I don't know how Bryan missed it.

"Did he make
you do anything to him?" I asked.

"Yeah.  He took my hand and put it on his
thingy.  It felt like it was all hot, and it was hard as metal.  He told me
to move my hand up and down.  I did kinda slow at first, and then he said
`faster' so I speeded up."

"Did he like it?"

"Yeah I think he did.  He was
saying `ooooh that's good' and stuff like that."

"Did YOU like doing it?" I
just had to ask.

"Well, in a way it was kinda fun.  I mean, there really
wasn't much to it, and Kevin seemed to like it but I don't know what the big
deal was."

"Oh, I know what the big deal is!" I volunteered.

"What??" he
pleaded to know.

"Well," I sighed.  "It feels good when you rub down there.
  Don't you ever rub your...thingy...just a little bit?"

"Yeah, I guess
so," he sheepishly admitted.

"Well, for an older boy it feels like ten
times better!" I proclaimed with my limited knowledge.  "How long did he
make you do it?"

"Till that white stuff came out," he said.  There was a
pause, then he said, "Hey, you said you would tell me what that was--that
white stuff."

I took a deep breath.  "Have you guys learned about sex at
school?"

"A little bit."

"Well, that white stuff is what makes babies," I
explained.

"You mean sperm?" Bryan's eyes widened.

"Yep!"

A light went on
in his head.  "Oh, that was SPERM!  Kevin called it gum or something."

I
just had to giggle a bit.  "You mean CUM?  That's what most people call
it."

The little wheels in Bryan's head were spinning.  He was putting
together the pieces of the puzzle.

"So when his thingy gets all hard like
that, he has to make the sperm come out?"

I thought about this one a moment
before I answered.  "Well, when your dick gets hard, it means it's getting
ready to shoot out sperm.  But you have to put it in a girl or rub it
yourself to make it happen."

"And it feels good?"

"REAL GOOD!"

"So it's
not nasty?" Bryan asked sincerely.

"Well, if you want to do it to Kevin, I
guess it's not really nasty," I explained.  "But you probably want to keep
it a secret."

"Yeah, that's what Kevin said.  But I don't mind telling you
though," he smiled.  He was feeling better about the situation and about
himself.

"Justin, have you ever made the stuff come out?"

My mouth fell
open.  I couldn't possibly lie to my best friend, but I felt uncomfortable
in confessing my activities to Bryan.

"Yeah, I have."

"Does it feel good
when you do it?"

"It's awesome, Bryan.  You have no idea!"

He thought for
a minute, and then he recalled something.  "Remember last night, just before
we went to bed?  Your thingy was hard then.  Were you ready to make the
sperm come out?"

I had been caught.  "Yeah."

BEEP-BEEP.  BEEP-BEEP.
BEEP-BEEP.   Bryan's alarm watch sounded, signalling it was time for him to
head back home.   Once again, I had been saved by the bell!

Bryan let go of
my hands, and raised his arm to turn off the alarm on his watch.   He then
leaned toward me, and gave me a quick hug, which I returned readily.


"Thanks for the talk," he said.  "Will you ride back with me to my
house?"

As if I would let him go alone!  We walked our bikes to back
through the woods, and mounted them as soon as we hit the street.  It wasn't
that far back to his house, and we rode the distance mostly in
silence.

When we reached Bryan's house, we paused at the foot of his
driveway.

I was the first to speak.  "I hope you had fun this weekend,
Bryan."

"I did.  Thanks for letting me spend the night.  You think we can
do it again sometime?"

"Sure, I guess we can!" I beamed.

Then Bryan looked
in all directions, as if to make sure no one was listening.  He leaned in
toward me.

"You're not going to tell anyone about me and Kevin, are you?"
he whispered.

"Oh, no.  That secret is safe with me."

He looked at the
road, unable to make eye contact with me, and said, "Would you want me to do
that for you sometime?"

My jaw practically hit the pavement.  Was he
offering to jack me off?
"Sure, I guess," I replied.

"Cool!" And he ran
inside the house.

My hardon, which had subsided on the bike trip home,
suddenly returned in full force.

Could I wait until Bryan came over again?
Would he still be willing to "do that" for me?  And would I be willing to
let him try?  I had a lot to think about.

TO BE
CONTINUED

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Justin's adventures are far from over.  Just like it
real life, some things take time to unfold to their natural conclusion.
Stay tuned.

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