Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 17:36:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan R <danrl1099@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me & Justin (Chapter 2)

Those were my sexual experiences up to the point where I met Justin.  I had
known Justin from our catholic religious classes on Wednesday night, but
never really thought too much of him.  My parents thought of him as a bad
seed.  He was always in a different class, so I didn't know what to think.
He was just another one of the guys in school that I didn't know.  We had a
really big class, like 500 kids, so it was pretty much impossible to know
everybody.  All I knew about him was that he wasn't into sports and he hung
around with other kids that we considered bad by my folks, so I generally
just stayed away.  I didn't have anything against him, but my folks were
pretty strict and I didn't want to get yelled at.

Things changed that summer though.  I had friends that lived across the
pond (a little pond that separated the neighborhoods..) that I played
baseball with and were in the cub scouts and boy scouts too.  Our parents
were friends with each other and stuff like that from going to baseball,
soccer, tennis, wrestling... you name it.  So they all knew each other.
One summer night, my parents went up to our lake house in northern
Minnesota and left my older brother in charge of me.  Which meant, he would
be gone by 7 and I would see him when my parents came back on Sunday
afternoon.  I didn't care, I liked not having him or my parents around.
That way my friends could come over and we could goof around.  We had a
huge back yard and we would set up a soccer field and play until the
mosquitoes ate us alive.  Those nights were so fun.  We would play soccer,
then play games like Ditch and just do stuff like young teenage kids would
do.  My friend Paul brought Justin over that Friday night.  I didn't think
too much about it, except if my brother came home, I wondered if he would
tell my parents that he was over at the house, but I figured he wasn't
going to be home until the next day at the earliest, so he would never
know.

We had a super fun night.  We played soccer in the back yard, then we
played Ditch, then we leafed a yard in the neighborhood where we didn't
like the kid that lived there.  (Leafing was a thing where we would take
garbage bags full of leaves and split them open and toss them all over
somebody's yard).  We also called up Roto Rooter that night and giving them
their address telling them that somebody over-flowed the toilet.  This was
typical stuff for us.  Just kids being kids...

At the end of the night, we got into a water balloon fight.  All of us were
drenched with water.  I was pretty happy, because I was at my house and I
could change clothes.  So I went into my bedroom and started to change.  I
took off my shorts and just had my tightie whities on.  That is when Justin
came into my room.  He looked at me, almost naked and said, Man are you
hard?  I was like, no.  But I got hard instantly after he asked me.  I
reached over and unzipped his pants and he was hard too.  I couldn't
believe it.  I was a year younger than him and I had the start of pubes by
my dick I was like 5" at the time.  He was barely 4" and didn't have any
hair.

He told me we had to stop and do it later because there were so many people
over at the house.  I agreed.  It was "dangerous".

What is weird, I really wanted to see him again, but I was afraid of what
my parents would say about us hanging out together.  So it was like 2
months after that we had this testing thing at the Jr. High.  They had us
take these tests and stuff, I think for the state.  As fate would have it,
Justin was seated right next to me in the back row.  All of the other
people in the back row didn't sit close to us, or were maybe afraid of us
or whatever.

During the test, me and him started to rub each other's dicks between our
jeans.  Then eventually we put our hands underneath the waist bands of the
jeans and stroked each other.  We had to sit super close to each other to
be able to do this.  After the tests were over, the teacher came to me and
asked me if he was copying my answers.  I was like no way, why would he
want to copy my answers?  I wasn't exactly an A student...

Me and Justin met in the lavatory after all the tests and I told he what
the teacher asked, and he laughed and invited me over to his house.  I of
course accepted his invitation and went to his house, but I had to go home
first and check in with my mom.  I rode my bike home at a fever pitch and
told my mom that we were going to play baseball at the park, me and the
guys, and she said ok.  I rode my bike so fast over to Justin's house.  I
had a hard-on the whole way over there.  I had a pretty good idea what we
were going to do, but I wasn't so sure I could trust him.  Hell, I barely
knew him.  What if he told people that I was a homo?  Maybe he was playing
a trick on me?  I was super worried.  But I was super turned on.  Why would
this guy have an interest in me?  I was just a normal guy in school.  I
liked playing sports, but I wasn't really good at them.  I had a close
group of friends that really didn't include him.  I thought maybe he was
friends with my old fight victim Chris and he was trying to set me up into
something.  It was all pretty scary.  Being considered Gay in the 80's in
high school was like a death sentence.  You had to be a jock or a skid, or
a nerd, geek or whatever, but being Gay?  Forget about it.  Especially if
you were a jock and somebody found out that you liked guys.  But I did, and
I was really attracted to Justin.  The "bad seed".  I wanted to be with him
every hour of every day.  And now, he asked me to his house.  Something I
had thought about every time I went back to my bedroom.

To be continued.


Should I keep going on?  Let me know at danrl1099@yahoo.com