Justin's Story Part IV ------------
Justin and Tony's Story Chapter 1, The Meeting Written By: Justin Case ------------ July 16, 2000 ------------
DISCLAIMER: If you got this far you know the rules. Need I say more?
Words from our Author: Hey, hey, yep, yep. Its me, with a new story. I had such wide response to my first tale; I thought, what the hell, give it to them. So my fine readers here it is: Our Story. Hope you like it, and if you don't well, too bad. E-mail me at Justin69SK@aol.com either way.
"Oh, look at the cake!" A small child's voice cried from the back of the room. Room hell! The most desolate, stale place in the old Episcopal Church. Yellow in color, musty, damp and dull, was the basement dining room in Grace Episcopal Church.
"Oh yes, look at the pretty cake." A deep voice, belonging to a woman, but sounding somewhat manly came forth. She was a large woman, not obese. Her hair was slick with natural oil, brown and cropped. Her eyes deep set upon her round pink cheeks. Her lower jaw set into her face, below a very small nose. The words were enunciated, as a baby would talk.
"Tony, Tony, Tony." The child's voice whined. She was about fourteen years old. The young girl probably the sister, had dark hair and eyes. She also wore dark, thick rimmed glasses. Now don't get confused, the rims were thick, not the lenses. Does the color brown mean anything to you? Well, it was her color. Her hair, eyes and oh yes, the glasses too!
"Joann, stop bothering your brother." That screeching voice came again, the one belonging to the large woman in the bright pink top. You know the kind. Her top was tight, her bosoms robust.
I saw them from across the room; there was something about the young boy. Was it his long eyelashes? Or, his young innocent look? I don't know, but something attracted me to him. I had seen him around town. I also had seen him in school, I thought he was in fifth grade.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. I am proud to announce he is here, yes its Santa." The voice came from the speakers mounted throughout the room.
I moved across the floor. Everyone's attention was to the doors in the rear of the room. I made my way to the younger boy. I had to, something deep inside told me to. I was afraid though, after all I was twelve; he was only about ten. When your twelve and in middle school, the fifth graders seem so little.
"Joann, take your sister Jeannie, my arms are tired." The mother's voice again, it was piercing. She repositioned the baby in her own arms.
I froze, just a few feet away from them. How was I going to do this? It had to be non-chalant. I didn't want to freak them out.
He seemed drawn to me; he looked right into my eyes. His large brown eyes, with the long lashes looked into my brown eyes. He smiled, it was infectious. I smiled back. I felt the girl looking at me too. I glanced in her direction, she pouted.
"Do you like Santa?" I asked, there I built up the nerve and spoke.
"UM Hm." Tony said.
"Me too, Me too." Joann stated, so matter of factually.
"He's pretty cool." I said, as I reached my hand out to give the little guy five. It took him a second or two to figure out what to do, but he slapped my hand.
I was shaking. I don't know why. Well, maybe I did know.
"Hey, do you wanna see our new car?" Joann was asking, breaking me from my own thoughts.
"Sure." I said.
"Come on." Little Tony said as he took my hand in his own.
His hand was so little, soft and warm. His touch excited me, he seemed to notice and like it. He looked right into my eyes as he grasped my hand. He was looking for a reaction, a positive reaction. It was as he needed, my approval. When he saw me look back into his eyes, he smiled and took harder hold of my hand.
The three of us walked into the parking lot. It was chilly; after all it was December in Connecticut. I could feel my nipples become hard and rub against my shirt. Tony held my hand tight in his. Joann led the way; she kept looking at me. I couldn't help myself, but I was feeling sexually aroused by the boy holding my hand. I felt shame and guilt.
"Look at the trunk." Joann said, as we stood at the back end of the car.
She opened the trunk; I stuck my head inside. As I bent over I felt his hand rubbing my ass. I couldn't help it, I got horny. My cock began to grow. Joann rubbed her hand on my right thigh. What the hell was going on? I was too terrified to linger.
"We better hurry or we won't get any cake." I clamored. I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me.
I was on fire with desire. I had to have him. I had to love him. He was so much younger. What would I do? Why was I feeling these feelings? I was so confused. I know he was young, but I know he felt it too.
We went back to the church dining room, there was a clown show going on. It was the Shriner Clowns, Rainbow and Sparky. I love clowns and their colors. I especially love the big shoes. Santa was walking around the room greeting the kids in their chairs.
"I say, Ring Ring; You say, "Hello." Rainbow, the elegant clown was saying.
"Hello? Is that all I say?" Sparky, the august clown asked.
"Yes, yes, that's all you say. Then I say I have a message for you, and you say Let me have it, you got it?" Rainbow was saying, while holding the rubber bicycle tube he had renamed a telephone.
"Let me have it? I say, Let me have it." Sparky questioned his clown friend.
"That's it. Now I'll stand here and hold this end of the telephone and you go way over there, this will be a long distance call." Rainbow said as he set his ploy into action.
"Hey I got to go to the bathroom. You want to come with me?" Tony said to me, while starring up into my eyes.
"Sure, I need to go myself." I told him.
"Tony, you behave. Me and your sisters are going over there to sit down." Tony's mother said as she pointed to the front corner, nearer the stage, at an empty table.
Tony grabbed my hand again and led me to the bathroom. I was feeling somewhat out of sorts. I wanted to get to know this younger boy, but I didn't want to. I followed him to the men's room wondering to myself, if he felt the same attraction to me. I reasoned in my mind he did, now I would have to find out for sure.
The bathroom was a small room. It had a toilet, a urinal and a sink, only enough room for two people. Tony reached up and locked the door. His brown eyes locked on mine. He kept his gaze on my, blinking his eyes to show off his long lashes.
"We need some privacy. Right?" Tony said, as he locked the door.
I undid my pants to pee, Tony watched me while I pulled out my dick. He then dropped his pants to his knees and pulled his little white briefs down. There it was, his little prick. I couldn't take my eyes off his dick as he sprayed his pee into the toilet. He was watching my cock too.
"Wow, your dick is big." Tony's looked up and said.
"You think? It doesn't seem to big to me." I said smiling at him.
"Well its bigger than mine." Tony said, a look of sadness came to his angelic face.
"Yours will grow, don't worry." I stated with conviction. I wanted to instill some confidence in the young boy. I suffered from thinking my dick was too small when I was his age. Mine had only begun growing hair that same year; it was only in on the sides.
"Really?" The younger boy asked me.
"I promise." I smiled at him again, as I said it.
Our business done, we went to sit with his mother and sisters. The clown show was wrapping up; Santa was saying his goodbyes. It seemed as the party was nearing its end. If I was going to get to know this boy I had to make my move.
"My names Justin, Justin Case." I said to the mother, as I extended my right hand to her.
"Darlene Battista, this is Joann and my little baby's name is Jeannie. You already met Tony." She said, as she motioned her hand to point at each of the girls.
We had a nice conversation, I found out that Darlene's husband had left them years ago. Someone Darlene no longer was seeing fathered the baby. Tony had no friends or men in his life; she was concerned about that. I offered my assistance, I told her I'd be glad to take him fishing with me. That was all they needed to hear they all loved to fish. Darlene told me about a private pond we could do some ice fishing on. We made plans to go the next day. Here I was thinking sometime in the future and they were ready to go now.
As I've gotten to know Darlene, I've found her to be pushy and impatient. Its almost as if she's afraid know one likes her, or they'll forget her. If you mention doing something with Darlene, you better mean it. With Darlene there are no maybes.
Tony and I became inseparable; we were best friends from the time in the bathroom on. We did everything together. I would go over his house or he would come to mine everyday after school. We would always do our homework together, then play video games. Our favorite game was Super Mario Two.
We spent weekends at his house. I would bring my things to his house to stay over; it would look like I was moving in. Darlene would always greet me the same way, "You again?" Tony and I didn't like my house, because of "What's His Name."
My grandparents met Tony and his family, they all got along. It was the best time of my life. I remember going camping with my grandfather on his property in New York; we would bring Tony along. Sometimes I felt jealous of Tony; my grandfather seemed to take more interest in him. Tony was much more adept than I was; he could do things I seemed clumsy doing.
Our friendship seemed life long, until I began high school. Tony was only in eighth grade, I was a sophomore. I began to hang around with new friends I met in high school. I actually fell into a gang of sorts. My new friends didn't accept Tony, because he was younger. Tony didn't seem to like them either. My new friends liked to smoke pot and drink, Tony would have none of that.
I remember one day when I was hanging with my new friends, Tony asking me to go camping for the weekend. I agreed to go with him, after all I missed our time with each other. We made plans to go camping with my grandfather that very weekend. As Tony walked away from us Tricia said, "What are you hanging around with that little kid for?" I was hurt and embarrassed.
I walked home alone, thinking to myself I need my new friends. I had to end my friendship with Tony, I'd tell him that weekend.
Well, that's it. For now. I hope you enjoy the rest of this story, I know I do. Give me a shout if you want, my address is Justin69SK@aol.com The same place many of you chat with me, I love to chat.
I had to ask Tony if I could reveal our sex life to you. He finally agreed, so next chapter I promise. You got to love him.
I'd like to thank you all for your many letters and instant messages, you keep me where I need to be. I also want to thank my editor for his patience with me. Hey, I can be a bitch. Thanks ED.