Justin's Story Chapter 4 3/25/00
Written by: Justin Case
Disclaimer: This story is a love story about two young men. The sex is consenual, and is graphically described. If this is illegal where you are, you should leave. If you find this material offensive, I have to wonder why you're hear. I am here to give a message of hope to other young gay males. It is by telling my story, they may find hope in their own lives. Discovering your sexuality can be frightening, especailly if you find you are gay. Your world seems very small, and very frightening, because society, and some of our families have shunned us. I can tell you from my experiences I have been downright ashamed of myself, and felt totally alone, with no where to turn, and no one to trust. These feelings were taught, my sexuality came naturally. I had to unlearn what my parents, teachers, and friends taught me. I had find new family, friends, teachers; but most of all, find my true self. Then I had to learn how to accept myself as I am. It is by writing my story, that I am finding the acceptance and courage, to live my life in peace with myself. If you like my story please e-mail me with your comments, you can find me at: Justin69SK@aol If you don't like my story, please let me know why, you can find me at the same address.
Chapter 4
I was hurting, my entire world had just came tumbling down around me. I felt as I was drowning in mud, and couldn't breath. I was gasping, from crying so hard. JT held my hand tightly as I drove towards I-91 in my convertable. JT looked over to me, and said "Justin why don't you pull over?" We had just turned onto Phoenix Avenue, one of the short cuts through the Industrial Park, that leads to I-91 near the Enfield Mall. I pulled my Seabring to the side of the road. I turned to JT and looked at him and broke down even more.
I couldn't get control of myself. JT said very softly and lovingly, "Do you want me to drive?" I really didn't have a choice, I wanted to escape my hurt, and be safe with him. I wanted to go to the beach, and lie in the sun with him, and be near him, and only him. I got out of the car and walked around the front while he climbed over the shift, and slid into the drivers seat. I opened the passenger door and fell into the seat. We buckled up and were off once again.
As we got on I-91 South, I turned the radio on, TIC FM. I turned the volume up full blast. The volume control on my Seabring never stops you can keep turning it up, the radio automatically adjusts to the full volume. It gets plenty loud enough, and with the top down, between the wind rushing through my hair, and the music in my ears, I was able to escape reality. It was just JT and me. The rest of the world was just a blur, and we were passing it by at seventy miles per hour. I was able to calm down by the time we hit our exit for Route 2 in Hartford.
I looked over at my new young lover, and watched him drive my car. He drove like an expert. It was like he was born to drive. The smile on his face let me know he liked driving my car. I like driving my car. I like the power I feel, from the V-6. and the security I feel surrounded by the steel. I like the control I feel when I grip the wheel. The way the car responds with its rack and pinion steering, on those soft low profile Pirellis. Just as we got on Route 2, that old song came on the radio, "I Wear My Sun Glasses at Night". Have you ever listened to the words? I did that day, and it all made perfect sense.
I woke with a start. Wear am I? I could feel the wind blowing through my hair, but I wasn't driving. Oh yeah, I'm here with JT on our way to Misquomocut. When I looked aroung I realized we had arrived, JT was parking in the state parking lot. I fell asleep while he was driving. He looked over to me with those baby blues, and said "Bout time Bro, I had to find my way here with out a co-pilot." He reached for my left hand, and squeezed it.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, "Yeah thanks." I said as I began to yawn the sleep out of my head. I went to get out of the car, and my legs were so stiff, I had to stretch them out. I walked around to the trunk of my car, and JT and I bent our heads into at the same time, clunk. Man that hurt, he was laughing, so I started to laugh myself. It was pretty funny, the two of us not paying abit of attention to the other, just in our own little worlds, bumping heads like that.
We grabbed the blanket and towels, and cooler. That's the other cool thing about Rhode Isand, you can bring coolers on the beach. Its illegal in Connecticut. Is that stupid or what. We began our trudge to the beach. "Lets not get too close to the water." JT said. "Lets see if we can find some privacy, its still pretty early in the season." he continued. He was right, most people didn't go to the beaches until Memorial Weekend, thats when they officially open in New England. "Sounds like a plan." I responded, I was still stiff from sleeping in the car, and really didn't want to walk that far.
We had been there a couple of hours. We had been in the water for about ten minutes, it was freezing. I actually think I lost one of my balls, it froze off and some fucking seagull carried it away. I'm sure of it. Those damn birds anyway. We got out of the water just about as quickly as we got in. Like I said we only spend about ten minutes in the water. We played frisbee for a while, but the seagulls started charging the damn frisbee. Who the fuck feeds them birds? The were pretty brave, I swear to god one of them tried to take my finger with him. The tide was changing, looked like it was coming in. Not that I'm some oceanographor or anything, for all I knew it could have been going out. The one thing I know was the waves were much bigger, and crashing in and out.
JT said, "Hey bro you want to walk the beach, right at the waterline?" "Yeah" I said. "Would you mind if we held hands?" he asked me dead serious.
"Not at all." Its not that I wasn't afraid to show my affection towards another boy in public, because I was. JT made me feel so safe, and secure, I was brave enough to hold his hand that Sunday, in public. It was so cool, and most people didn't even seem to notice. You know its funny, when your a little boy you can hold hands with another little boy, or an older man. Why can't you hold hands with someone your own age once you hit puberty? Who makes these rules? "They" do, remember. All I know is when I try to logic out the rules, I can't.
As we waded the shore we talked. JT named our private chats, "CC's" candid conversations. We had many, but this was our first. Hand in hand walking the beach together in this world, alone. I told him of my life at home, it was funny calling my house a home. I relized it wasn't a home, it was merely a place where I slept and ate. My home was many different places, not where I lived. That day on the beach with JT was my home. Home is a place you feel safe, and at peace. I never felt that in my house. I never knew when "Whats his name" was gonna take a shot at me. I walked around on broken glass there all the time. You know what I mean?
I told JT about my grandparents, especially about my grandfather. Gramps had always been my rescuer. Him and Grams would pick me up for weekend camping trips. I was able to escape that house, and abuse. Gram, and Gramps loved me to death, and I loved them. They are both in heaven together and still watch out for me. Thiers was another of my homes. I could always go to Gram and Gramps place and feel safe, they even had a bedroom for me. They called it Justin's room.
It was once my Aunt Betty's room, and before that my Aunt Violet's room, now it was called my room. I know my Aunts were jealous, but I think they understood that I needed a room of my own. A place to go when I needed to. A safe haven so to speak.
We talked about my sister, and her upcoming marriage. I couldn't believe she was only a year and half older than me, and she was getting married. In just one week she would be out of the house for good. I would be left to recieve all of "Whats his name's" wrath, confusion, and anger. Could I be strong enough? More importantly would I be strong enough to take it?
While I sit here and write I realize, we didn't talk. I talked, and JT listened. He listened with all his heart. The comfort I felt from being able to unload my feelings, and emotions was unbelievable. I was so spent when we finished the walk I asked JT if he would mind driving us back home. Of course he didn't. There is a song about loving someone before you meet them, and that's how I felt about JT that Sunday in May.
We pulled into JT's drive a little after 9:00, he invited me in. "Ok but I can't stay to long, we have school tomorrowm and I have a 10:00 curfew on shcool nights." I said, "Thats cool, my parents still aren't home, probably be home about 11:00" he said. We walked up the steps t his back door, he turned to me and gave me a kiss. Right there on his back porch. I couldn't believe how brave he was. "I don't give a damn who knows I love you." he said to me. He made me feel so worthy.
We went in to his house, and down to the rec room. I could start to feel the burn on the back of my legs, and my shoulders from the sun. We layed on the floor in front of th big screen and he rubbed aloe on my back. His hands felf so sexy. They are so damn soft. He was an massues, I swear to god. He knew just how to rub me. I was in heaven. And little Justin was trying to break free from my Nautica trunks. He slid both his hands down the sides of my stomach. I pumped into the floor. I wanted release.
He pulled me over, so I was on my back. He started kissing me, softly all over my face. And rubbing his slick hands down my chest, when he got to my waistline, he moved his hands back up. He was teasing me, and I was loving it. My nipples were hard, he started sucking my right one, and nibbling on it. Man the sensations were beyond description. Then my left nipple, and all the while rubbing the aloe all over my stomach, he started to go into my trunks. He would stop just above my bush. My cock was jumping everytime he got close. I looked up into his eyes, they were full of pure unadulterated lust. Those piercing blue eyes, resting below those black eyebrows, and behind those long black lashes. He had me. He slipped my trunks down, and just looked at my body. I felt so exposed, but so proud. He ran his hands around my shaft, and rubbed the aloe on my balls.
He lowered his head to my stomach, and rested it on the right cheek. And softly blew onto my aching dick, the sensations from the aloe was like cool water running down my shaft onto my balls. The he slowly slid down and surrounded my member with his mouth, and sucked me. So slow, up and down, all the way down. I could feel the air coming from his nostrils on my moistened sac. I pumped my cock into his mouth. I reached my hands down to his head, and played with his ears. I would stick my fingers in his ears, and just rub them, as he sucked my cock. I could feel the beginnnings of my climax building. He was pumping into the floor with his cock. Every time he would go down with his lips around my rod, he would pump himself into the carpet on the floor. I took my hands from his head, and slid my right one into his bathing suit. I felt his hot dick, and the precum oozing from the slit.
I was there, I could feel it building in my balls, my nuts tightened, my legs tensed. He pumped into my right hand. We both released within seconds of each other. Blast after blast of hot come came from each of our young cocks.
I took my hand from his bathing suit, and licked his juice from my fingers. He was licking up all the remnants from my dick, and massaging my scrotum. We layed there for a little while, his head in my crotch, and my hand in his bathing suit. We waited til we went soft. Then he brought his face up to mine and gave me a deep, tender kiss.
We said good night after that. And walked slowly upstairs to my car. He gave me another kiss, and said "Bro, I really love you." I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I love you too JT." I got into my car and drove to my house, alone, but with JT.
Well thats it for Chapter 4. I hope you all enjoyed it. I know I did. Especially when it happpened. This story will take you up and down, and all around I hope. Let me know. I know it took me all over the place. If you liked it send me an e-mail at Justin69SK@aol.com Don't get the wrong idea this story is far from over. I'm still in the first weekend of my relationship with JT and that was last May. We have almost a year to go through, and at four chapters a weekend that could be almost two hundred chapters. Ha, I don't think so. Probabably only about 20, JT and I are no longer and item. But we'll get to that, all in due time. I wish to thank a couple of my readers for there positive feedback, thank you HTDDY, and BoyToy and most especially thank you DJ. I'll see you all soon. Just, Justin