It was only a couple days later that Justin approached me again.
He had shied away all during school. It was Sunday when he gave
me that blowjob. Today was Tuesday. We went to the same school,
so we did see each other, but since we were in different grades,
he a sophomore, I a junior, we didn't have any classes together.
We were both once in choir, but we dropped out around the same
time because of some issues with the fellow choir members.

It was during our 50 minute lunch break. We used to hang out
every day in my car during lunch, but Monday he didn't even come;
I assumed out of shock, and possibly fear. I let him have his
space, I was sure it was best for him.

I was sitting in my car, all alone for once. Josh and Albert had
already left to go hang out with their other friends some where
else. I was enjoying the music and the stiff warm breeze flowing
in through the windows. It was still early into lunch; at least
30 minutes left before the bell for 5th period rang.

He came up to the passenger window, and leaned in. He didn't say
anything, but I waved him inside and rolled up the windows as he
got in. He closed to door and just sat there, staring straight
ahead.

"Justin?" I kind of asked to break the silence.

"Yeah?" he turned his head toward me slightly, giving me that
sideways look he liked to give people for no particular reason.

"I was worried," I said simply.

"About yesterday?"

"Yeah... kinda wondered where ya went."

"I was scared."

"I know... I guess you got over it though?" I placed my hand on
his shoulder to try and help him emotionally.

"No... I'm still scared. What I did... was weird."

"Justin-"

"Don't say it James. I know you love me, I love you, all that
bullshit... well... I don't mean bullshit as in it's not true, I
just mean-"

"I know, I know. Dude... its ok. I guess the whole bj thing was
slightly over the top, but it worked. By the way, I still owe you
for that." I laughed a little bit.

"You what?" He gave me this look of utter puzzlement.

"You heard me runt! I owe you for that! Just wait for it." I
shook him a little bit; a giant smile on my face showed him I was
serious.

"Uh... okay... I guess..."

"So, you gonna be okay about all this? You know you can talk to
me. After what happened Sunday, I think its safe ta say we can
talk about just about anything with each other, unless yer just
absolutely uncomfortable about it."

"No, I'm fine now that I talked to you. In fact, I'd go so far as
to say I'm looking forward to my payment!" He put his own hand on
my shoulder and shook me a bit, a smile of his own crossing his
cute face.

"There ya go! That's more like it! Now, shall we head to class?"
I started getting the car ready to pack up; my books and binders,
making sure everything was in proper order. I was always picky
about how my car looked.

"Yeah, I guess so." He grabbed his own books from the dashboard
and got out of the car, I right behind him. I locked it and ran
around to catch up to him. He was already heading towards to
building.

"Coach Morgan next huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, World History. I hate it." He stopped real quick, then
started walking again.

"Eh, we all hate one class or another. I hate Algebra." He put
his arm out slightly toward me, thought for a second, and then
wrapped it around my shoulder. It surprised me to say the least,
but I did the same. I walked him to his class just like that.


*		*		*


 "Jim!" I heard Justin yell, and suddenly I had a very eerie
feeling of reversed-dejavous.

"I'm coming you little runt!" I shouted back, zipping up my fly
and flushing.

"Well hurry up! I'm this close to pushing start on this damned
thing!" I ran back to my room. This time we were at my house; he
had brought his own computer to me this time. He was sitting off
the side of my own desk, surprisingly enough already half naked.
I sat in the doorway for a second, relishing the beautiful torso
before me, then sat down at the desk.

"Hit it." And we played for a couple of hours non stop. It was
just after 9:30 before we sat back, content on our ass kicking of
the enemy.

"So..." he said slowly, gazing at me. I got up and walked over to
him, putting my hands on his shoulders. He just sat there,
watching my eyes. I stared back; he had gray eyes, I noticed
abruptly. Well, kind of gray, with a hint of blue. It fit him
well.

"Oh fuck this," he said and pulled me into him, kissing me for
the first time since last weekend. We kissed for a long while, at
least 5 or 6 minutes, by then my hard-on already straining
against my khakis. I managed a quick glance to notice his own in
the shorts he had worn over here. No one would be home until
tomorrow afternoon, so we had all night long.

I broke the kiss. "You ready?" I asked simply.

"As I'll ever be..." He said breathlessly. That was all I needed.
I worked down his neck, suckling slowly until I got to his
nipples and sucked on it. It firmed up in my mouth, which felt
real weird, but was a further turn on for him and me. I sucked on
it some more, savoring the near tastlessness. I looked up at his
face; his head was tilted toward the ceiling, a pure look of
bliss on him. His slightly pointed chin looked even hotter from
down here.

I reached up and ran my hand up his leg, stopping when I came
across the beginning of his shorts leg. I kept sucking his
nipple, running my tongue across it then sucking it like a baby
bottle, then repeating. He gave out a slight moan as I probed
further with my hand, finally reaching the connection of his leg
to the rest of his body; not quite there, but close enough to
feel the heat. I reached around and found a hot, solid rod of
flesh suddenly in my hand, and he moaned again as I grasped it. I
just sat there, sucking it all in; me sucking his nipple while
holding his kind of thick cock. I started jacking him off slowly,
inducing yet another moan. Boy! He sure did enjoy the slightest
of things!

I started working my face down his torso, reaching his inversed
belly button. The little button was sticking out, and I sucked it
like I had the nipple. Not very long though; I was anxious for
the prize a few inches below. I pulled my hand out, causing him
to look down to see what was going on. I ignored him, grasping
for the waistband of his shorts, and with a little help from him
lifting his butt off the chair, I pulled them off, his erection
springing into view, nearly slapping my face.

He suddenly wrapped his hands around the back of my head, and
gently guided me to his dick, and then stopped when it touched my
chin. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head a bit, then
ringed the whole thing with my tongue. I worked it down the
shaft, then onto his balls. I sucked them in my mouth one at a
time, savoring the manly flavor of them. After a few minutes and
a chorus of moaning, I worked my way back up to the tip top of
him, and then engulfed him.

It was the first time I had ever sucked a dick, and I felt him
cringe as my teeth suddenly scraped a little too hard. I figured
out a way to move them back without losing the suction, and
bobbed my head up and down on him. He kept his hands on the back
of my head, which for some reason seemed to turn me on as well.
He played with my hair while I sucked him off, and my own
erection was straining against my boxers. With a little bit of
effort, I managed to take my own clothes off while still sucking
him off and not making him move his wonderful hands off my head.
I had no choice; I had to jack myself off, or else I may have
ended up passing out from all the blood flowing to it. I did it
slowly though; who only knew what would end up happening before
this night was over.

I began trying to see how much of him I could take. I had read
many a times about deep throating, and how good it felt for the
receiver. So I tried to do it to him, and with a lot more success
than I had first thought I'd get. I got down to the point that I
was about to start gagging, and I gently swallowed like I would
food, and it popped right down my throat. It must have felt as
good as I had heard, because he immediately began shouting: "I'M
GONNA CUM JIM! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID, BUT HERE IT...
UGHN, UGHN," and my throat was filled. I pulled off and let him
shoot in my mouth, tasting the substance. It was kinda salty, and
thicker than honey, but not bad. He shot about 4 more times in my
mouth, I quickly swallowing (I later found out I was a
natural-born deep-throater, yay me!). He held my head on him for
a couple more minutes, then he finally popped out, mostly
deflated.

"My GOD!" he said, breathing very hard. "That was amazing! What
the fuck did you do??" He looked down at me, his eyes wide open
still from the orgasm.

"Deep throated ya. Guess it's as good as I had heard." I looked
back up at him as well, staring into the deep gray eyes.

"No shit... I've never felt anything like that!" He helped me
back up to my feet, my own hard on sticking out like a sore
thumb. "Looks like you didn't quite make it." He reached out and
grabbed me, jerking me off slowly. He was still sitting in the
chair; the perfect height. He leaned forward and sucked the head
of me into his mouth, and just sucked the knob like a bottle. It
felt good, but it was going to take more to get me off.

"Justin?" I said quietly. No reason why I did, it just felt
right.

"Yeah?" he replied, getting off me.

"I don't know how you'd feel about this... but do you wanna
try..." it took everything I had to spit it out, "well... you
know... fucking?"

He only stared at me, I swear for 10 whole minutes. My legs began
falling asleep and tingling. He just kept staring, not with a
mad, or confused look. It was blank... he knew I couldn't read
him while he thought. God damn good facial control he had...

He finally took in a deep breath and sighed audibly. "I...
Mayb-... I, yea-... n-... yes."

I kneeled down and hugged him. "If you don't want to, we don't
have to. I won't be mad, nor will I think anything of it. It's
completely up to you," I whispered in his ear.

"I will," he said as he pushed me away slightly. Again, his face
was a blank. He stood up and walked into the bathroom, leaving me
standing there. He came back a half a minute later with a bottle
of some kind of cream, and a condom he had brought in case this
would happen. He had known it might happen, and had prepared.
Smart little runt!

"Here... I'll help with this." He kneeled down and took the
condom out of the package. He slowly slid it on me, then lubed it
up a bit with the cream. Unsure of how to proceed next, he stood
up and looked at me. I took the bottle, K Y, it read, and turned
him around, leaning him over my bed. His butt basically popped
out at me, and I stared in awe... GAWD he was cute! Bubbly, but
not to the point of ugliness, and small but muscular like the
rest of his body.

I dipped my middle and pointer fingers in the cream, or whatever
it really was, and slowly worked them around his hole. It was
small, puckered out. I stuck my finger in, and he tightened up
slightly, but slowly eased out of the tension as it sat there. I
stuck my other finger in, and started working the stuff around.
He seemed to enjoy it a little; I know I heard at least one moan
before I removed my fingers.

I wasn't quite sure how to do it, so I just moved my dick slowly
to him, and then pushed forward. Nothing happened.

"Justin... try to ease yourself. I can't get in without forcing
myself."

"O-ok..." he said in between breaths. I couldn't tell if he was
just so horny he couldn't breath, or scared shitless. Could have
been both. I tried again, and the head popped in ever so
slightly. He cringed again, but quickly released his muscles. I
started in slowly, working my way down until I was all the way
in.

"I'm in..."

"Really?" he asked. "You have to be joking, it feels... it feels
so different. Like... like taking a shit but not letting it out.
It... it feels really good actually." I sighed heavily... I was
so scared I was hurting him, to hear that made me more confident.


"Alright... here I go then..." I said, and with that, began to
slowly move in and out. The sensations were absolutely heavenly.
It was so tight and warm, and somehow he started working the
muscles in his anus to where they were squeezing and releasing me
while I pumped.

I kept a steady pace, not going too fast. The few times I tried
going faster, he started grunting, and I wasn't sure if it was a
good grunt or bad grunt, so I just kept slow. But it was good. I
looked down to see that he had backed off the bed a little bit
and had grabbed himself.

"Jim... can I try..." he asked between my thrusts, "to turn...
around?"

"Yeah, God Justin, this feels so incredible." I stopped thrusting
and watched him slowly turn, my dick still impaled within him. He
did a 180 on the bed, and then his legs were on either side of
me, him facing me. True sex, I thought to myself. We were doing
it, both of us virgins, both of us having no prior experience,
and here we were, making love.

"That's so much better," he said softly. I leaned down and kissed
him. It was supposed to be a quick kiss, but he pulled me down on
him. "Fuck me, kiss me." That was all it took. I resumed my
pumping and we kissed. It was a little awkward, but it worked. I
felt his hand slide down my chest to his own member, and he
slowly stroked himself, all the while being fucked and kissing
me. Geez he could multi task!

"I'm almost there Justin..." I broke the kiss.

"I am too again. This whole sensation is so wonderful..." I
started pumping harder and harder, faster and faster, getting
closer and closer. It was amazing. I had jacked off for years,
but none of that compared to what I was feeling now.

"Oh God, OH GOD, HERE IT COMES!!!" I yelled at the top of my
lungs, and fucked him so hard he flew back in the bed, I right
behind him. His head hit the wall, but he didn't seem to care, he
simply closed his eyes and felt me pump my seed into him while he
pumped his own all over his chest.

I collapsed on top of him, our bodies still joined. I could feel
his cum all over my chest, and I could feel him hugging me
tightly as I tried to regain my energy.

"Just... in... my God... that was... so incredi... ble." I pushed
myself up off of him, my dick popping out of him.

"I know... that was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my
life..." He stood up himself, his body covered in sweat and cum.
His hair was soaked in sweat, and he rubbed it where he had hit
the wall.

"Sorry..." was all I could say.

"It's alright," he laughed. "I didn't even feel it; I was so
wrapped up in the sensations."

"Yeah. C'mon, lets get cleaned up." I grabbed his hand and led
him to the bathroom. We had this medical whirlpool tub with the
massaging jets on the sides, it was for my grandparents. It was a
tight squeeze, but we both found a way to fit, and we cleaned
each other off and sat on the chair in the tub together, just
letting the hot water hit us. It was so peaceful; I wanted to be
in his arms forever.


If only I had known what else was to come for us.
