Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2001 12:43:55 -0400
From: Chad M. <chadtales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin's Boyhood, chapter 7

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.

IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FIRST SIX CHAPTERS, PLEASE
GO BACK AND READ THOSE FIRST!
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Chapter
Seven
MONDAY, MONDAY


It was almost impossible to sleep Saturday night.  I couldn't believe that
Bryan had offered to do to me what he had done with his brother, Kevin.  It
was almost as hard to believe that I had accepted.

I didn't see Bryan at all on Sunday, as each of us had family commitments
all day.  He did call late Sunday afternoon, and asked me if I was going to
home Monday after school.  Of course I was...it was my normal routine.
That was the time that Bryan typically paid me a visit.  I don't know why
he called, except to confirm that we had a "date with destiny" in some
unspoken way.

I managed to keep my hands off myself the rest of the weekend.  Actually,
my parents were around so much, even a prolonged visit to the bathroom
would have been noticed.  Consequently, when Monday rolled around, my penis
was "itching" for some attention.

It's amazing how fast I got addicted to jacking off.  I had only been doing
it for a short time--a matter of days--yet it seemed like such a natural
part of my existence now.  I was something I had to do, and do regularly.

As I made my way to the bus stop Monday morning, I wondered about Matt.
What would I say to him when I saw him?  We had both fingered the same girl
back in the clubhouse on Saturday.  Surely I would have to say something
about it.  Would I say "that was totally gross" or "that was fucking
awesome" or just not say anything?

I decided it best just to keep my mouth shut, and if he brought it up, I
would think of something on the fly.

When I reached the bus stop, Matt wasn't there, so I was spared the
decision.  As the bus approached a few minutes later, Matt was spotted
running to the bus stop.

Apparently, he had slept late...(doing what? I wondered).  He barely made
it before the bus closed its doors and drove off.

I avoided eye contact with him, but I could hear Matt panting as he sat in
his seat behind me.  I tried to fade into the seat so he wouldn't notice
me.  Mercifully, Matt didn't say anything to me, so I was spared any
embarrassment having to do with the weekend's events.

It was another typical dull school day.  In almost all of my classes, I
would finish my work early, and spend the rest of the period reading or
daydreaming.  On this particular Monday, what I daydreamed about was what
might possibly happen with Bryan when I got home.

At lunchtime, I saw something interesting happen, which would continue
later in the day.  As I sat eating my lunch, I glanced up and saw Matt
talking excitedly to some other boys.  Danny, Chris, Jason, and Devon were
transfixed over whatever Matt was telling them.  Matt was talking really
low, and the other guys had to lean in to hear him over the noise in the
cafeteria.  Then Matt looked up and pointed in my direction.  The other
boys looked at me, then turned back to Matt as he continued his story.
Whatever he was saying, it was causing quite a stir with Matt's friends,
who suddenly began high-fiving each other.

Later in the day, I passed one of those boys in the hall.  Devon.  He
wasn't anyone I ever hung out with, but he was pretty tight with Matt.
Devon was a short redhead with a thousand freckles.  Anyway, as he passed
by he said, "Way to go, dude!  Sloppy seconds is better than nothing!"

The hall was crowded and the bell was about to ring, so I didn't stop to
ask him just what the hell he was talking about.

I found out on the bus ride home.  My seatmate was absent, so I leaned
against the window and closed my eyes.  My thoughts wandered to Bryan.  I
hadn't seen him for two days, which was unusual.  I thought about him and
Kevin, and imagined Bryan doing what he told me about.

A sudden poke in the head jarred me back into reality.  "Is that true,
Justin?" Danny asked from the seat behind me.

"What?" I asked.

"Did you and Matt really fuck Carly in Dale's clubhouse?"

I now knew what the commotion was at lunch.  Matt had been telling fish
stories.  You know, where you exaggerate the facts and stretch the truth
impress your friends.

Matt's face was positioned slightly behind Danny's.  I could see the look
in his eyes pleading with me to play along.

"Who wants to know?" I asked.

"I wanna know!" Danny exclaimed.  "Now tell me!"

I looked to Matt for some help.  He immediately picked up his cue.

"I told you already," Matt began.  "We were in Dale's clubhouse with Carly,
and she gave it up to me, then Justin, and then Dale."

For whatever reason, Kevin and Bryan got left out of his little story.

"Why would he lie?" I handed the ball back to Matt.  I didn't want to lie
to Danny--particularly about that slut Carly--but this little game that
Matt was playing was irresistible.  Here was a chance for me to lose my
reputation of "jack- off boy" and become closer to Matt at the same time.

"Hot damn!" Danny squirmed in his seat.  "Next time call me, OK?"

"Yeah, right!  Carly only wants MEN!  Not you, needle-dick!"  Matt said.  I
could feel my stock rising.

"Fuck you both!" the now red-faced Danny retaliated.  Fortunately his stop
was coming up, or who knows how much more humiliation he would have had to
endure.

Matt and I were still laughing minutes later when we got off the bus at our
own stop.

"We sure had Danny going!" I said as the other kids dispersed.  I thought
he was going to bust!"

"Yeah he was pretty worked up," Danny replied.  "He will probably have to
go home and jack off just thinking about it--if he can find some tweezers
to go `round that little needle-dick of his!"

I giggled at his wise crack.  It felt good to be laughing and joking with
Matt, even at the expense of someone else.  It seemed as if Matt and I
were...friends.


"Tweezers?  Man, his dick can't be that little?" I said in Danny's defense.

"Well, I don't know for sure.  I haven't seen his dick yet.  But did you
know that up until a week or two ago he didn't even know how to jack off
yet?"

Actually, I DID know.  I had overheard the entire conversation.  In fact, I
had learned along with Danny, but I wasn't about to admit that to Matt.

"Well, maybe he is making up for lost time now!" I suggested.  In fact, I
could have been speaking about myself.

"Hope he don't wear it out!" Matt quipped.  We both laughed out loud.

We walked together a little farther, until we reached the point where we
each had to go our own ways.  I almost hated to leave him...it was the
first time we had actually connected.

Matt asked, "So what are you doing later?"

"I dunno.  Watch some TV, maybe.  I think Bryan is coming over."

OH YEAH, Bryan was coming over!

"Cool," Matt said.  Then he gave me his famous sly grin.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Then Matt turned away and headed toward his house.  I continued up the
block, suddenly very nervous.  Last Saturday Bryan offered to do to me what
he did to his brother.  Would he still be willing to do it?  Would I be
willing to let him?  These were questions desperately seeking answers.

The street was deserted as I approached my house.  Sometimes Bryan would
meet me in m driveway, since his school let out before mine.  But not
today.  I unlocked the door and went inside, looking around before I closed
the door.

I bolted up to my room, dropped my khakis to the floor, and took off my
polo shirt.  I found a loose pair of dark blue athetic shorts and a plain
white t-shirt and slipped them own.  I turned on my ceiling fan, and jumped
up on my bed, stretching my arms and legs, and generally enjoying the cool
breeze.

My eyelids started to get heavy, but I was suddenly shocked back into
action by the doorbell.

Bryan was here.

"Hey Justin, what's up?" he beamed as I opened the door.  He was dressed in
black silky soccer shorts, a white tank top that seemed too big, and black
rubber slip-on shoes.  His ankles glowed white--obviously he had just taken
off his socks and sneakers.

"Wanna drink?" I asked.  He nodded and followed me into the kitchen, where
I filled two glasses with ice and poured us both a cold cream soda.  We
chatted for a few minutes about this and that.  There was a slightly
nervous tone in my voice, which I hoped he didn't pick up on.

As he loudly slurped the last bit of cream soda from his glass, he looked
at me for a second, then bashfully turned his eyes away and said, "You
wanna go up to your room a while?"

I glanced at the wall clock behind Bryan, and saw that I still had an hour
and a quarter before my mom would be expected home.  I swallowed down the
last of my drink and said, "OK."

I was right behind him as he practically ran up the stairs.  We kicked off
our shoes and sort of fell on my bed.  I sat up by the head and Bryan sat
Indian-style facing me.  There were no words spoken for an uncomfortable
amount of time, until my little friend broke the ice again.

"Remember what we were talking about in the woods the other day?" he asked.
I nodded.  "You still want me to try it on you?"

"Only if YOU want to," I said.

"I'll do it if YOU want," he replied.

This went back and forth a few times, both of us seeming to want to try it,
but not ready to admit it to the other.  Finally, I gave in and said,
"OK...I guess...we can."

I'll never forget the look in Bryan's face at that moment.  He looked,
well, proud.  Proud that he knew how to do this thing that would make a
body feel good.  And proud that he was about to use this awesome knowledge
on his best friend.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Just lay on your back," Bryan instructed.  "Let me check things out
first."  With that, he groped the front of my shorts with his hand.  I felt
a tingling I had never experienced before.  Even in its flaccid state, my
penis felt like a thousand nerve endings had just been activated for the
first time.  The sensations travelled a lightning speed from the head of my
dick, up the shaft, and dissipated through my groin.  I bolted upright.

"Lay back down," Bryan said.  "I got to get your thing hard first!"

Well, that won't take much work, I thought.  He grabbed the waistbands of
both my shorts and boxers and pulled downward.  At his request, I raised my
butt off the bed, allowing him to slip the garments all the way down my
legs, and then off.

He began a soft, kittenish stroking of my penis and scrotum, and I sprang
to full mast in no time.

"It's hard now!" Bryan exclaimed.  He examined it closely.  "Yours is
almost as big as Kevin's!"

"Cool," I said, happy that my 12-year-old dick was ALMOST as big as a
16-year-old's.  I lay my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes as Bryan
wrapped his entire little hand around my shaft, and began a steady up and
down motion.

The head began to tingle, and I was on that slow buildup to detonation.  I
know I was smiling, and I think I might have let out a little sigh.

"Feel good?"  Bryan asked.

Boy did he have a talent for understatement.  I nodded and managed an "uh
huh."

Suddenly he stopped.  For a second, I thought he had freaked out, and felt
a pang of terror that he would tell someone.  I opened my eyes and looked
down at him for some sign.

"You got some lotion or something?" he inquired.

"Huh?"

"I need some lotion or something slippery.  It makes it better, Kevin
says."

I got up and went into my bathroom to look. It felt funny standing there
with my hard thing pointing forward!  I rummaged around till I found a
plastic bag of items I had stolen from a resort hotel in Orlando when my
family vacationed there last year.  Sure enough, there was a small body of
hand lotion at the bottom of the bag.

"Will this work?" I said as I handed the bottle to Bryan.

"Yeah," he said.

I returned to my place on the bed, and he began to fiddle around with me to
return me to full hardness.

"Justin, do you shoot out that white stuff?"

"Uhh...yeah," I answered.

"You better take off your shirt, then," he suggested.  "You're gonna get
pretty messy when I'm done."

I nodded an OK, and slipped the t-shirt over my head.  I was left wearing
only my socks.
  I lay back down and closed my eyes, awaiting my fate.

I could hear Bryan open the bottle and shake some into his hand.  He
squished it around his palm a few seconds before he took hold of my penis
and greased it up with the sweet- smelling lube.

My eyes suddenly opened.  My muscles tightened.  My back arched up, as I
attempted to drive my shaft deeper into his hand.  It was the most awesome
sensation I ever felt.

"Oh....!" was all I managed to say.

Bryan smiled.  "Feels better now?"

I didn't answer him, but I dropped my body back onto the bed completely to
enjoy this wild ride.  After the initial shock, I came back down to Earth,
and Bryan continued to stroke.

As he continued, my breathing became quicker, until I was almost panting.
A light sweat broke out on my forehead, then a thin sheen of perspiration
coated my chest and stomach.  I closed my eyes so tight I could see colors.
I was at the edge, about to fall over...

Then he stopped.

I opened my eyes and looked pleadingly at Bryan, who held my penis
absolutely still in his vice grip.

"This is what I do to Kevin," he explained.  "I get him real close, then I
stop and start over.  It makes it last longer."

Whatever training Bryan's older brother had given him, he must be an "A"
student.  He was doing a much better job than I had ever done on myself.

After a few moments he poured a little more lotion on, and continued
stroking.  "You want me to finish up now?"

I nodded.  However far I had been driven back from the brink, I was quickly
back on track.  His hand felt wonderful as he slowly went from the bottom
of the shaft, up to the top, completely enveloping the head.  Up and down
in a steady motion he went.  My hips began to move rhythmically with his
stroking.  My breathing got quicker again, and my muscles began to tense.
I took the bedsheet in my hands and gripped it tightly.

Bryan's stroking changed from a slow trip up and down the shaft, to quick
strokes around the head.  I was at the point of no return.  I raised my
butt off the bed, and let out a loud moan as I was suddenly pelted by
dollops of warm sperm.  One big drop went as far as my chin!  The rest
dotted my chest and stomach.

Bryan continued his light, quick strokes until I couldn't take it anymore.
I grabbed his wrist to make him stop.  He just held on as I came down.
Slowly, my tensed muscles relaxed, and I settled back down onto the bed.  I
released his wrist, and let my hand drop beside me.

"Wow, that looked like a good one!"  Bryan said.  He had such a grip on the
obvious!

Bryan went to the bathroom and got some tissue, then carefully started
wiping me off.  "Eww, all the way to your chin!" he said.

Meanwhile, I was lying in a blissful state, my face adorned with a smile.
I had just enjoyed the most wondrous experience of my young life.  I opened
my eyes to see Bryan looking at me, and he smiled back.

He went back to the bathroom to flush the tissues, and my heavy eyelids
fell shut again.  He didn't come back immediately, and I wondered what he
was doing.

Suddenly, Bryan jumped on me with his best wrestling move.  He wrapped his
arms under mine, and hooked his fingers together behind my head.  At the
same time, he pinned my legs with his.

I opened my eyes, and they met his.  He was wearing his silliest grin.  And
I realized...that was ALL he was wearing!  He had removed all his clothes
while in the bathroom.

His skin felt warm against mine.  Our individual sweat blended together,
making it feel more...sexy.

"I got you now!" he teased.  "Now you got to do what I say!"

I played along.  "What do you want?"

"Hmm...let me think." He rolled his eyes up to "think" while he pressed his
body into mine a little harder.  I felt a jab of something hard in my
abdomen, and I realized he was quite erect.

"So what do you want me to do?  Or do you want to keep me prisoner
forever?" I said.

He rolled off me.  I looked down to see him playing with his little dickie,
which was desperately seeking attention.

"Do you think you could do that for me?" he shyly asked.

I took in a deep breath.  "Yeah, if you want."

He got up, grabbed the lotion, and handed it to me.  I moved around to a
crouching position at the edge of the bed, while Bryan took my old place
lying down.  I squeezed a little bit of the lotion into my right hand.

Bryan looked at me in anticipation of what was to come.  I looked down at
his penis.  It was about 3 inches long, with a little pink head.  No hair,
of course, but it was rock hard.

I wrapped my hand around it, but it was too small to stroke that way, so I
shifted to using my thumb and index finger.  I stroked fairly fast, maybe
too fast, but this was my first time doing it to someone else.

Where I had been silent until the moment of orgasm, Bryan was more
demonstrative.  He moaned quite a bit...I think he was putting on a show
for me.

"Feel good?" I asked.

He said "yeah" and followed up with some more moaning.  I smiled at his
silliness.  As I continued, however, his moaning grew more quiet, until he
was completely quiet except for his breathing.  Like me before him, his
eyes were closed, and he seemed to be really getting into the feeling.

His little dick felt funny in my hand.  He was circumcised, (I learned what
this was later), but he seemed to have a little bit more loose skin than I
had.  It was hot, and was changing from a pink hue into red.

"Hold up," Bryan said suddenly.  "I gotta piss!"

"Can you hold it?" I said.  I knew we were getting low on time and I needed
to finish.

"Yeah I guess!"

I continued stroking, and Bryan had a look of total concentration on his
face.  As his breathing got quicker, I in turned quickened my pace.  I
figured he was getting close, and wondered if he would shoot sperm like me.

Suddenly, Bryan opened his eyes wide and let out a huge gasp of air.  His
penis flexed several times in my hand, but nothing came out.  I released
him, because I knew it could become too sensitive to the touch.

"How did you like that?" I asked.

"Oh man, that was WILD!" Bryan said.

I went a grabbed some tissues, and wiped the lotion off my hand and his
shrinking dickie.  Bryan didn't seem to zone out after he came like I did,
and was still wide awake and active.  He must have lost the urge to pee,
since he didn't mention it again.

"I see why Kevin likes that so much," he said.  "Thanks for doing that for
me."

He opened his arms in a sort-of invitation to a hug.  I plopped down beside
him on the bed, and put my right arm around his back.  I tunneled my left
arm under his neck and held him for a moment.

"Thanks for doing it to me, too," I said sincerely.  "It was the best thing
I ever felt."

"You're my best friend," he whispered.  He planted a light kiss on my
cheek.

I rolled over him, so that I was lying directly on top, a total reversal.
This time, I was holding him.  But it wasn't a wrestling hold -- it was
more a gentle caresss.  I moved my hands to each side of his head, and
looked directly into his eyes.

"You're my best friend, too," I told him.  Then I lowered my head and
kissed him on the mouth.  I could taste the cream soda that was still on
his lips.  Quickly I pulled back, shocked at my sudden indiscretion.  But I
didn't see distaste in his eyes.  In fact, he looked as if he had been
rewarded.

"That was cool," he said.  "Do that again."

"What, this?" I said.  And I landed another kiss on his sweet lips, this
time lingering a while longer.

"Hmmm...That's nice."  He wrapped his arms around my neck and held me
tightly.  I kissed him once more, and felt my penis begin to stir back to
life.

A car door slammed.  Mom was home.

"Shit!" I shouted.  Both of us got up fast, dashed toward the bathroom, and
set a time record for getting dressed.  By the time my mom was inside, we
were both seated in front of my TV, playing PlayStation.

The rest of the afternoon passed normally.  Bryan eventually went home, but
I felt there was a new bond between us.  I wondered if this was a one-time
event, or if we would continue to explore this new territory together.

I was sleepy by 9 o'clock, but still too excited to sleep.  As I lay there
in the dark, I started to reconstruct all the events of the day.  I had
touched someone's penis for the first time today.  Someone else had jacked
me off for the first time.  I had kissed a boy.

Then my thoughts shifted to Matt.  The handsome Matt, who had previously
seemed so distant, had discussed dicks and jacking off with me.  Even if it
was just joking around, it seemed like a breakthrough to me.  Poor Danny.
He was the butt of our jokes.

I sat upright in bed.  Something Matt said was stuck in my mind.  What did
it mean?

"I haven't seen his dick....YET," Matt had said.


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.

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