Justin's Story Chapter 20 Part IV ------------
Justin and Tony's Story Chapter 2 July 23, 2000 ------------
Written By: Justin Case
Disclaimer: Hey, this story is real and it contains sexual material; described in a graphic manner. The sex in this story is usually male to male. However, sometimes I mix it up. So, if it is illegal for you to be here; SCRAM! This story is purely fiction, written by a fictional writer. However, it is based on fact. If there are any similarities between this story and you, too bad; I know who you are and where you live. I wrote this story and deserve all the credit, so don't steal my work.
Words from our Author: Hey, hey! It's me again, and I'm missing you. So wassup with my dawgs? You all just chilling? It is summer 2000, yes it is. I can't believe it, we are already more than half way through the last year of the century. Can you believe it? Well, it's true, our whole lives ahead of us; I wonder what to do. I guess; this is it, ' buckle down and fly right' as my grandfather used to say. I hope and pray, that my stories of acceptance give you all hope. This is a crazy, mixed up place we live in.
I woke in the morning, with excitement about the fishing trip. Something, inside me had drawn me to Tony. He was so cute and adorable, but I worried about my feelings. I had had them often, feelings of attraction; towards another boy. I was so confused. I had experienced sex, if you can call it that, before. I mean I couldn't come, but the sensations I got from rubbing my little hairless dick on another boy's butt, was shear pleasure. I could keep my little stiffy, inside the crack of another boy's ass, rubbing it in there; until the feeling got too great. I would have to stop, I would feel like something was going to explode, and couldn't keep going without fits of uncontrollable laughter. Now, I had a little hair and was able to cum, but all I did for release was jerk it. Tony seemed impressed with my cock, I wondered if he and I would ever be together.
What made me different? I wondered about my attractions, I didn't like them. I felt guilt and shame, because 'it's wrong'. I often cried myself to sleep, because I was so upset with myself. I felt so out of place, I had no where to go. Why did I have these feelings? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop feeling the way I did. I just couldn't seem to accept myself.
I hinted around one time, with my mother. I asked her "should I feel nervous in the shower room, with the other boys?" I was worried, some of them had hair on their dicks; I didn't. Her simple response, "I'd worry more, if you were nervous around girls." What the hell did that mean? That's my Mom, never committ.
I looked around my bedroom. The walls were sky blue, I always wanted to paint clouds on them. I had, Sports Illustrated swim suit pictures, on the back of my door. Hey, I tried to convince myself to like girls. I was in my twin bed, my arms behind my head, just thinking. I felt so comfortable in my bed. It was, like I could close out all the bad. I felf comfort, I felt secure, lying in my bed; with the covers drawn up on me. I could feel the warmth of the morning sun, bathing me in the bed. I looked to my clock, it was on the little plant stand next to my bed; it read 8:05. They were picking me up at 9:00, I had to get a move on.
I threw back my blankets, and sat up. I was still tired, there was only one part of my body fully awake; the rest of me needed a stretch. Well, he needed a little pull, not a strectch. That would have to wait, I didn't have time to jerk off. I stood up and reached my arms to the cieling, and stretched my young bones. I looked at the clock again, it was already 8:10 and I didn't even know what I was going to wear.
I opened the top drawer of my dresser, the underwear and sock drawer. I pulled out a pair of my Hanes briefs, I like the way they fit around my family jewels. I grabbed a clean pair jeans and my favorite shirt. My favorite shirt is a nylon V-neck, powder blue with a white collar. Someone once told me, powder blue was my color; so it's my favorite. I headed for the bathroom. While I walked up the hallway, I noticed how quiet it was; I wondered if anyone else was up yet. I hoped I was the only one up, I didn't want to have to deal with 'What's His Name". I looked around the dining room and living room before getting in the shower, I was the only one up. Somedays were good days, others were Mondays all week long.
I took a quick shower, I had to hurry to get my things together. I tried to remember where my fishing gear was. I finally decided it was down in the basement. I quietly opened the cellar door, I didn't want to wake anyone. I went downstairs and found the fishing equipment, it was in the furnace room. I keep it there so Jeremy and Jonathan won't break it, you know how little kids are. Jeremy and Jonathan are my half brothers, Jeremy is only five and into everything, Jonathan is never far behind.
It was a few minutes before nine, the Battistas arrived in their new car, I was waiting in the driveway. Tony was out of the car before I could blink an eye.
"Here Justy, let me put that in the trunk for you. My mom made a bunch of sandwiches, we brought some soda, too. Tony said, as he took my pole and tackle box from me. He looked me right in the eyes, as if he was trying to say something with his eyes.
"Thanks, Buddy. I can't wait to catch something." I said, as I got into the back seat of the LTD.
"Good morning, Justin. How you doing?" Came Darlene's greeting, as I settled into the seat and buckled up.
"Fin.." I started, but was interupted.
"You see that Joann, Justin uses his seatbelt. You should try it, so I don't get a ticket." Darlene half yelled at her daughter.
"Yeah, whatever. Can we just go?" Joann responded.
Tony jumped in, he sat right next to me. He was so close his right leg was touching my left leg, it was a wonderful feeling. He looked up again, into my eyes. He has those deep set, brown eyes, with those long lashes.
"Justin, can you sleep over tonight?" Tony asked.
"I have to call and ask. I hope so. I got Mario II, we can play it." I said, continuing the look with him.
"Mom, Justin is sleeping over tonight; if his Mom let's him." Tony said to Darlene.
"Do you eat much? I'll make spaghetti and meatballs." Darlene said,while looking into the rearview mirror.
"I love spaghetti and meatballs." I told her.
"Justy, I have a favorite spot where we fish. I'll take you there, just you and me. Ok?" Tony asked me.
"Sure little buddy. Sounds cool." I said, looking at him and wondering if he felt the same way about me, that I felt about him.
We were into the ride about ten minutes, we were going to Crystal Lake in Ellington Connecticut. Darlene's friend owned a home right on the lake. Crystal Lake is private, you have to live on it to use it. I thought we were going to a private pond, Crystal Lake is no pond. I knew the fishing would be good, the owners on the lake pay to have it stocked.
"Does anyone feel like going to Dunkin Donuts?" Darlene asked us all.
"Oh, Mom. Can we? Please." Tony chimed in.
"I want an eclair." Joann said, not as a request, more like a demand.
"How about you, Justin?" Darlene asked me.
"Yes, thank you." I replied and smiled at her, she was looking at me in the mirror again.
By the time we stopped at Dunkin Donuts in Stafford Springs, and got to Crystal Lake it was almost ten thirty. I hoped the fish would still be biting. I remember thinking, of course they will, it was winter and with the ice; the fish had less food. I guessed, I really didn't care, as long as I could be with Tony. No matter what, it was going to be a good day.
Tony took me to his private spot; it was secluded because it was under a bridge. On the northern tip of Crystal Lake there is a bridge. It's a huge culvert pipe, corrugated metal; that runs under the little road. The water was only about a foot deep, but Tony explained that the fish liked to swim around the rocks there. He told me, that the fish go there; because people throw trash into the water from their cars, the fish would eat the edible garbage. He called it a fish resturaunt.
We had a great time under the bridge, we each caught a trout. Mine was fourteen inches long, we figured it weighed at least a pound and a half, Tony's was twelve inches. We both decided to keep the fish, we were going to eat them. We stayed under the bridge for about three hours, it was the most fun I had had, in a long time.
"Justin? Do you think of girls yet?" Tony asked me, while we sat there fishing.
"I don't know, I guess. What do you mean, exactly? I asked him.
He looked at me, that look he had been giving me the last few days and said, "Well, I don't. I mean maybe I'm still too young. When did you start thinking about them?" He asked me.
"Well, I don't know. I don't really think about it." I said to my new friend.
"Justin? Did you ever think about other boys?" Tony asked, now he was looking away from me.
"You mean, like doing the nasty?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Don't tell anyone, but I think about other boys. I don't know why." Tony said, I could sense his discomfort.
"I guess I do to." I said to him, while I put my left had on his shoulder to offer some support.
"Really, Justin, you really do?" He asked me, with excitement in his voice.
"Yeah, I don't know why. It makes me feel guilty, because everyone says it's bad." I told him, and kept my hand on his shoulder.
"Oh man, I never told anyone this before." Tony said, as he returned his gaze to me.
"I never did either." I said.
"Justin, your the best friend I have. I don't have any friends around my house." Tony told me. Then he said, "I hope we'll be friends forever."
"Me too." I said quietly. I really hoped we would.
We kept fishing until our stomachs told us it was time to eat. Then we headed to David's house, Darlene's friend. We walked back in silence. I was thinking about how trusting Tony had been with me, and how trusting I was with him. I enjoyed being able to talk to him and being totally honest with him. It was comfortable, to be with another boy; that thought and felt like I did.
I called home, my Mom's answered the phone. 'What's his Name' never answers the phone, he can be sitting right next to it and he won't pick it up. I knew, either her or Sarah would answer; I was always safe calling home for permission. My mom said, I could spend the night. I asked Darlene if we could stop by and pick up somethings for me, before we went to their house. It was all set for me to spend the night in a couple of minutes. We spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV, while Dave and Darlene talked in the kitchen. Joann sat in a chair, in the living room with Tony and I, she read a book.
Well, there you have it. What'd you think? Don't worry, it's cumming, next chapter. Hey I know I don't usually do this in the out take, but a reader asked I pass a message along to the Governor of Vermont. He would like us to send Lieutenant Governor Racine e-mails, supporting the new legislation, giving Gay couples the same rights as hetero's. So here's the address, especially use it if you are from Vermont, ltgov@leg.state.vt.us thanks.
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