Chapter Four

Billie

When I woke up I was half expecting to be in my room, in my bed and in a reality where all of this hadn’t happened. But when the sunshine flooded my eyes and I looked across from me there was Justin. He was smiling in his sleep, as the sun shined through the screen window and illuminated him. He had called me an Angel last night in the showers. But as I looked at him I thought of him the same way. Maybe not angelic so maybe he was a fallen Angel looking for his way. His eye liner was almost gone I never really liked guys who wore eye liner but it worked on him.

I wanted to crawl on top of him and kiss him awake but a familiar smell filled my nostrils. It sent a growl from my stomach. Bacon! (No it’s beggin’ strips!! J) I decided to be daring however and I leaned over him. He looked so beautiful to me, almost like he was glass and I could break him. I don’t know why but I always felt that from him, like he was so fragile, yet he was always so tough on the outside. He stirred as if he felt my presence. I took my opportunity and leaned in. My lips met his just as he began to stretch and yawn. His eye’s shot open, but then he smiled and pulled me against him.

I wanted to lay there all day holding each other and basking in the love he wanted to give but we had to get up. I rolled off of him and he stretched again. Even when he stretches he’s irresistible his back arched and his shirt raised up showing off his growing happy trail, his waistband was loose and showed off the top of his cheeks. I felt myself stiffen. I blushed when he looked over at me and he smiled.

We laid there for a little while not saying anything just laying there. It was strange I didn’t think I’d ever be comfortable enough around anyone to be this silent. My Dad knocked somewhat on the tent and said it was time to get up. We got out of the tent and sat down around the bench with my parents. My Dad was flipping some bacon on the griddle my Mom sipped on some coffee that they probably made with that weird bubbler thing. I always liked watching them make it with that strange thing. Justin yawned and flipped his bangs out of his eyes.

“Such pretty blue eyes you have Justin! You really shouldn’t hide them!” My Mom said.

Justin blushed a deep shade of red and coyly said thanks. I almost giggled and nearly said he was adorable but right before it left my lips the bulb flashed in my head, you could say. After breakfast which consisted of eggs and bacon we woke up all the way. The water brushed against the shore and some hawks above cawed my Mother pointed at them everything seemed so perfect. But even though Justin still had a strange look in his eyes and face. He always seemed so troubled or deep in thought.

I looked at him, wondering what he could always be thinking about, it worried me. When I’d see him looking out into oblivion almost like he was trapped in his head. I caught my Dad’s glance, his eyes met mine for a minute and sent a chill of panic through me. His eyes seemed to ask me what I was doing. As if he saw my feelings for Justin in my stare. Justin looked over at me and pointed behind my Dad.

“Look a squirrel!” Justin said.

I turned to look and so did my parents, sure enough there looking at us was a squirrel. It watched us as we watched it, then scurried away. After awhile I asked if Justin and I could go for a hike. My Mom as always was worried and wanted us to take my Dad along. My Dad said it was ok if we went alone however.

My Dad gave us some fake snow, you know the canned kind. So we could mark a trail in case we got lost. Angie said she needed to run to the store and would be back in a little. My Dad wondered to the showers and we left in another direction.

Once I thought we were far enough out of sight from the camp I grabbed Justin’s hand. He stopped in mid-step and looked at our hands, a smile grew on his face and we started walking again, out of nowhere Justin started singing.

“I’ve got a crush on a pretty pistol, should I tell him I feel this way?”

I jabbed him in the ribs, “That’s not a good song for love. Heck you didn‘t say it right either.”

“Ha, give me a break, it’s not like I listen to lovey-dovey music, Manson’s Love Song is all I got! Plus I don‘t like girls. So ‘him‘ is better than ‘her‘.” He smiled and laughed.

We walked further down the trail and Justin sprayed some leaves. He stopped in mid step and said “Whoa!”

I looked at him and my curiosity took over. “What?”

“Is that Nick… and Jimmy?” he said in disbelief, I looked over and saw what he was looking at.

“Wow I wonder if we look that hot kissing?” Justin said

“Hey!” I said as I elbowed him. “Ya perv!”

“And you weren’t thinking the same Mr. Tent-Pants?”

I looked down and blushed. “Ok so maybe I was, who would have thought though?”

“Not me, that’s for sure!”

“Well shall we go on?” I said. Right as I finished Jimmy saw us and his eye’s bulged. His face paled and Nick turned to see what caused his reaction. His mouth fell open then his face burned red.

He walked up to us and was acting confrontational. Justin just had a huge smile across his face. Probably as Jimmy had given Justin so many problems.

“You didn’t see anything trash!” Jimmy directed at Justin. Justin cringed inwardly, I could just tell. On the outside he maintained his composure. His lips grew wide and raised in the most wicked of wicked smiles.

“Really to me it looked like you had your tongue halfway down Nick’s throat, digested field rat.”

I laughed, Jimmy always called Justin Trash, for white trash, yet Justin always came back with something else.

“I swear to God I’ll beat you until your dead Trash!”

“Lot’s of witnesses you sure your up to hot and hard prison sex little rich boy, plus when you didn’t beat me to death, because you couldn’t I’d tell every single soul in school what I saw. So instead of calling me trash, rich trash, why don’t you give me respect as I now have your soul in the palm of my hand, buboe.” Justin retaliated.

I just watched the expressions on Jimmy’s face, Nick looked sick. I felt bad for them but I knew Justin would never tell a soul even if he hated Jimmy, he’d feel too bad for Nick who was always neutral.

“I just swear!”

“Swear what? All I’m asking for is that you give me respect, which includes not calling me Trash, call it a forced truce. You leave me alone, I leave you alone, and your secret is safe.”

“How can I trust you?”

“You just have to, that’s all you can do now isn’t it?”

“Fine.” Nick said. He grabbed Jimmy by the hand and dragged him off.

“Wow! Babe seriously! Damn!”

Justin blushed at me, “Thanks, why don’t we go back? I bet your Mom is back and probably worried.”

“Yeah we should, come on” I said taking the point. We didn’t need the markings but we followed them anyway. When we got back my Mom was sitting across from my Dad at the bench. They were laughing and having a good time. I looked at Justin, he had a faraway look in his eyes. I couldn’t explain it, but he snapped out of it when my Mom spoke.

“Oh hey you two. Did you boys have fun?”

“Yes Mom! Looks like you and Dad are having a good time too.”

“Yes we are.”

The rest of the day was slow, we all just lazed around our campsite, my parent’s stayed near the bench, while Justin and I hung out under the canopy on our tent. A little before five we started to pack up the stuff. We packed it into the back of the van and and we left shortly after we finished.

On the way home we got off at Deer Valley and went to the waffle house for dinner. We sat at a table next to the bar and my parent’s sat on the bar stools next to the table. Justin’s hand met mine under the table. As the waitress walked over to us she smiled at us, it was then I noticed you could see under the table from her side. I blushed at her and Justin’s hand got clammy.

We all ordered our drinks and meals. Justin and I both got a burger, Justin got hash browns smothered and covered, and I just got mine smothered and peppered. As usual Justin and I ate like pigs and my parent’s slowly ate away theirs. The waitress came up to us with two milkshakes.

“On the house for you little studs.” She winked.

We said thanks in unison and she laughed. She filled my Mothers coffee cup back up and asked my Dad is he wanted a refill on his iced tea. After we were done with the milkshakes, my Dad left a big tip on the counter, we paid then left. It was just about a 20 minute ride home on the freeway. We dropped Justin off at home and he thanked my parent’s for having him along.

About 2 hours after we got home I got on the phone with Justin. We talked about nothing for about an 20 minutes, then he said he had to go. We had one of the “no, you hang up fights.” In the end it was Justin who lost.

The rest of my night went by fast as thoughts of Justin kept me occupied and happy. When my Mom did her routine check before I thanked her for letting Justin come on our family trip. She smiled and told me she liked him.

“He seems like a very nice kid. At first I was worried with how he was dressed. I won’t lie to you, that’s why I let him stay the night I wanted to see if he was ok. I trust your judgment but I wanted to be sure, but he is very nice. A little preoccupied sometimes but I think he’s a good kid. Sleep tight honey.”

“Night, Mom and Dad.”

When they closed my door I stripped down to my boxers and climbed in bed. I tried to sleep, but thoughts of Justin kept me awake. I wanted to see him there next to me. I wanted to feel his warmth and touch him, unrestricted.

My thoughts wandered to when we were in the shower. The steam surrounded us and his eyes glimmered it seemed. He looked so beautiful, his body filled my minds eye as my hand went under my waistband. I could feel my lips gliding over his body like in the shower. My hand was pumping my hardening dick, sending pleasure through me. My eyes traveled further down Justin’s image to his sexy hips, and his treasure trail. I could see him bite his lip, in the memory, and it excited me even more. My hand pumped faster on my cock and some fluids leaked out, it reminded me when his mouth covered me like a abyss of fiery pleasure. It was all I needed, as my body shivered from the overload, my penis expanded and erupted, the first squirt landed on my cheek the rest went on my stomach and groin. I laid there for a minute basking in the aftermath of my orgasm. Before I even knew it I was sleeping.

Justin

When I got home I waited before Billie and his parent's left before I opened the door. I knew my Dad would be waiting and because I hadn't come home I knew he'd be mad. Even if my Mom gave me permission I know who really has the only right to do so. I quietly stuck my key in the hole and opened the door. I heard the TV, some old western was playing which meant I had an hour or so before the confrontation.

I started for my room when he called. I walked over to him, preparing myself for what might come next, you could never tell completely with him. "Where have you been boy?"

"I spent the night at a friends."

"I know that, why were you gone? Did you get permission from me?"

It would be so easy to say yea, from Mom, but I knew that would just cause him to flip out on both of us. I braced myself as I let the fatal word leave my lips. "No... I'm sorry, I didn't think."

"Damn right you didn't think! What you think your a big man now huh? You live under my roof and I will know every move you make!” His fists began to ball up, and I felt sweat start to moisten my hands and forehead. His face twisted and began to get red. I felt myself dying inside, as his glare tore me to shreds. “Come here!” He said.

I took a step closer, he prompted me again, and I took one more step. “No boy, right here!” He pointed by his feet. I took the final two steps needed, “Closer, lean down I want to see your face.” a chill ran up my spine and the energy inside of me was going crazy. I wanted to cry already, as fear began seeping into my bones. I bent closer and in a blur of motion I felt as his knuckles slammed into my cheek bone. The force of the blow knocked me to the ground. He stood and looked down at me.

“Now look what you made me do!” He said Right as my Mom walked into the room. She looked at us an assessed the situation.

“Jason!! Why?”

“Go back to the room bitch! Your next!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. My face was throbbing and tears stained my cheeks. I couldn’t control them from flowing, I never could, and if I did it made it so much worse. He came closer to me and I backed away from him. I knew as I did it, it would only cause more pain, but everything inside of me screamed for me to get away. But my brain pleaded for me to stay still, knowing what the outcome would be.

“Jason, please! He’s just a boy!”

He lunged towards her and back handed her. Then shoved her into the wall. She let out a small cry as he held her by her throat. I froze in a panic then my brain clicked and I mustered up all of my courage. “Leave her alone!” I said, barely above a whisper. She heard me however and said no. Her eyes met mine, but I couldn’t let her get hurt. “Leave her alone!” I said a lot louder, and it even shocked me.

He turned and looked at me with a wildfire in his eyes. “What did you just say? You want to die boy?!”

My head shook involuntarily at his question but I knew it rhetorical. He let go of her and walked towards me. I got up and walked backwards from him. He kept advancing shortening the distance in every stride. I found myself pressed against the wall. He grabbed me by the arm and swung me into the wall to me right. His hand met my face three of four times, each slap making my cheeks tingle in pain. A familiar taste filled my mouth, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me towards him then he pushed me right back into the wall. My Mom grabbed him from behind and he swung around and hit her right in the head.

She fell to the floor and didn’t move. Sheer white panic filled me, cutting at my sanity. “STOP IT!! LEAVE US ALONE!” I screamed. His elbow hit my chest, and he threw me into the front door. The door knob rammed into my lower spine and I cried out in pain. He punched me in the stomach and it sent me to my knees.

I felt the pain on the back of my skull which caused my vision to got white. Everything went away. When I woke up my Mom was sitting on the couch, a huge black eye adorned her delicate face and she looked at me with tears in her eyes. She put her finger to her lips, my Dad snored in his chair. We both went into the kitchen.

“Oh my poor baby, are you okay?”

“Yea… are you?”

“Yes…” she said looking at the ground.

“Mom why don’t we just call the police, he’s sleeping, the cops would come and take him away. He’d have to stay in jail a full night and that would give us enough time to get out of here.”

“We cant Justin! You know that… I know he’s mean when he’s drunk but we just have to deal with it. I’m afraid he’d kill us if we did what you suggested.”

“Mom, please, he’s gonna kill us if we don’t.”

“I just… I can’t.”

I understood her fear but at the moment I was sickened by her. We could end this and be free but she never would. I got up and went to my room. Right after I closed my door our phone rang. I picked it up and it was Billie. I talked to him for just a little bit. I knew if he woke up, he’d kill me for not having his ‘permission’ to talk on the phone. So I talked for a little bit then told Billie I had to go. I tried keeping my pain out of my voice, it wasn’t too hard, not with talking to Billie. His voice alone seemed to be like an endorphin pumping in relief and happiness, if only for a moment. When I hung up I tried laying down but I just hurt too much.

I knew what song I wanted as I lay there numbing myself. “I want to disappear” By Marilyn Manson. His lyrics seemed to be perfect for my life. I silently song along, “Hey we love the abuse, because it makes us feel like we’re needed now, but I know, I wanna disappear.”

I sighed out loud and hugged myself trying to make it from hurting inside so much. Every time he did this to us I could feel myself dying, like a void buried deep within, taking over slowly, eating me whole. Everything seems so broken, as if I was inside an oblivion of blackness. I wanted to cry, scream, kick, punch, claw, die, and kill at the same time. I wanted to cry out my frustration while shoving my fist down his throat and watching him gag to death.

I looked at the clock, it read 9:01. I rolled onto my aching back and found my spot. The spot on my roof, was so small you wouldn’t see it without looking for it, but I could always find it. I focused on it and let my mind shut off. I watched it grow from a tiny spot into everything in a second.

When I snapped out of it, it was because my Dad. He was standing above me, “What the fuck is wrong with you, I’ve been yelling at you for almost ten minutes! I swear to God boy if I have to take you to the hospital your dead!”

I blinked my confusion at him, for ten minutes? Usually when I space out on my spot I hear right when my door opens. My Dad hit my leg and told me to get to sleep because I had a long day tomorrow. When he left my room I sighed out of relief and to relieve the stress. A long day? Great! I looked at my clock and nearly jumped out of my skin. It plainly read 12:43.

He woke me at 5AM. My head throbbed and my body ached. I stumbled out of bed, did my business, then he shouted telling me I had five minutes to be dressed. I decided just to leave my clothes on that I had slept in. I already knew what was coming next. Yard work, he always made me work the next day after supposedly disobeying him. It was all about control and I knew that.

First was pulling weeds, then raking, mowing, the weed eating. After I re-raked I picked up the piles of grass. Then it was onto the porch, then the garage. By 2 I was so worn out, and my stomach was threatening to eat itself. My mouth was dry, he dragged me out front while he sat in a chair and ate a sandwich and drank a glass of hot cocoa. I peered at him now and then daring a glare. When I was done with the front he made me do our alley way area with the weed eater. Finally he let me rest.

My muscles screamed with joy when I hit the warm insides of my house, my Mom had a sandwich, chips, and a cup of cocoa for me at the table. I sat down and inhaled the nourishment. I went to the living room and asked if I could take a shower.

He grunted a yes at me. I walked down the hall and stripped down. I got in the shower and let the warm water cascade down my body. I sighed a long time as my muscles relaxed. I washed the dirt from me then got out and dried off. I wrapped the towel around me and went to my room. I got into some nice clean clothes and sat on my bed. Without even knowing it my brain went blank, and my vision left.

Usually I controlled when I zoned out, but it took me without my knowledge. I would later find out it’s a sort of survival mechanism, so the brain doesn’t have to process it all. I was snapped out of it again it was from pain caused by him

I felt the sting of his hand on my face “What’s wrong with you, you fucken mistake? This is the second time you’ve not responded to me!”

“I… I don’t know.” I was scared, I was losing time, and I was afraid of him hitting me again. I felt a tear drip down my face he scowled at me and shook his head.

“Fucken sissy boy, I refuse to have a retarded cocksucker as my son!” He said as he walked out of my room.

Eventhough he was gone the tears still kept running, I couldn’t stop them. I sat there for an hour if not longer and still the tears flowed constantly in a river down my face. By dinner time my Mom came in my room for me. She found me there on the edge of my bed in the same condition.

“Oh Justin, baby what’s wrong?”

I looked at her, and I wanted to stop crying but I just couldn’t something inside of me broke and it wouldn’t fix itself. She sat next to me and her arms wrapped around me. “baby please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-I…” I wiped at the tears but that didn’t help any. “I don’t know, I just can’t stop crying… I just… it hurts so much inside I can’t… not anymore…” then a thought hit me. What if, just what if I killed myself? I could end all this pain, all the abuse, she always said he was so nice when I wasn’t alive, maybe I was the problem. The tears stopped, as if whatever was broken fixed itself finally. “I’m sorry Mom, I’m ok, really. I don’t know what came over me.” I upped it more and made myself excited, “So what’s for dinner? I’m so hungry!”

She looked at me as if I might be insane, she had a concerned face but she said, “Beef stroganoff.”

“My favorite!” I beamed - it was after all.

“I know, honey I made it just for you since you had to work so hard today.”

“Thanks Mom! I’ll be down in a minute.”

She left my room, I looked over at my desk and saw the scissors. A thought entered my mind as she closed the door.

My First Love
Chapter Three

Justin

I woke up to a knocking. At first I was a little dazed, but then it flooded back. As reality became real and not just a dreamy state I noticed the warmth flowing from Billie into me. Our bodies were tangled together, in a mess of flesh, boxers, boners and the sheet we had been laying on. His morning wood was pressing into my thigh and made my hard on more painful. I jerked a little and looked at the door when all my senses came to me.

Billie laughed at me. “My Mom quit coming in my room when I started getting morning boners.”

“Your lucky, butthead.” I leaned into him and kissed him on his lips, then said, “Not as lucky as me however.” I bit my lower lip automatically. I hated when I did that but it always happens when I’m nervous.

“We should get dressed. I’ll use the downstairs bathroom you can use the one across the hall. There’s shampoo in there as well.”

“Ok.” I said and grabbed my clothes. Billie opened the door and walked out. I wasn’t nearly as brazen as I peeked around each way then ran to the bathroom a crossed the hall. I always felt strange taking showers elsewhere than home, but I managed. I cleaned the rest of whatever was left from last night, washed my hair and used some mouthwash I found. I got dressed and went back to Billie’s bedroom to put my dirty clothes away.

I found my way downstairs and Angie told me he was still taking his shower. I sat at the couch and waited for him. Billie’s Dad sat on a recliner and read the paper. I said hi as he sat down and he said hi back. For being older Billie’s Dad was pretty hot. He looked like an older version of Billie, but Billie had his Mom’s eyes. I on the other hand looked very mixed. My hands were like my dads, short and kind of stubby. But I had my Mom’s long arms and legs. My Dad’s eyes and my Mom’s cheeks. Then my red hair was an anomaly they both had black hair, but mine was red. I was told I got it from my Father’s Father.

I was getting antsy when the door finally opened and Billie came out. He gave me a smile that weakened me inside. Around him I feel so vulnerable as if he could pick me to pieces just by looking at me. It gave me comfort as well.

Angie called all of us into the kitchen for breakfast. She had made pancakes, eggs and bacon. Billie and I scarfed it down like the wild animals we were. Angie was pleased that we enjoyed her cooking. We rinsed our dishes then went to Billie’s room. We were in the middle of playing Splinter Cell when Billie’s Mom knocked at the door. She opened up the door and told me my Mom was on the phone. She handed me the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi honey. Did you enjoy staying the night with your friend?”

“Yes, it has been fun.”

“Well good. Angie told me they were planning a trip to the lake and asked if it would be alright for you to go with them. I said ok as long as you want to.”

“Yes that would be so cool! Thanks Mom!”

“Your welcome honey. I’ll be over in a little bit to bring you some swim trunks and a change of clothes.”

“Ok, see ya then mom!” I said, then hung up. “Thanks Angie!”

“Your welcome.” She said and smiled at us. She left and Billie asked what that was all about and then I told him. “I swear your Mom must be psychic.”

“Heh, she’s a Mom, they all have a sixth sense!”

A few hours after lunch everything was packed we were headed to Lake Pleasant. It was a fun yet boring ride. It takes about half an hour to get there but the whole landscape is desert. Nothing but Saguaros and other cacti.

When we finally got there, we paid at the entrance for a camp spot then went and found one we liked. We got one close to the shore. After all of us finished unloading the car and set up the tents we went and changed in the bathrooms. We hiked down the trail and to the water. Billie and I spent most of our day in the water. His parent’s weren’t too interested as the water was freezing. Once we were cold enough we got out and we all hiked back up the trail. Billie’s Dad threw some burgers on the grill. As usual when the food was done Billie and I inhaled it.

After dinner we all hung around the bench and talked. It was fun being with them. Angie and Billie’s Dad were nice. I could see where Billie got it from. I bet half the kids at school have rude and mean parents. Everyone is so preoccupied with popularity, money, and power. I think the most profound people are the ones who do everything for the greater good and ask nothing in return. A true good person like Billie and his family. If only everyone was so pleasant.

A little after 9 Billie’s parent’s got in their tent and went to bed, before going Billie told them we were going to go to the showers so we didn‘t smell like fish. I had cigarettes in my backpack and pulled out two. It had been too long. Billie and I went to the showers soon after his parent’s rhythmic breathing told us they were asleep.

We stood outside the showers and smoked our cigarettes then put them out with some water from the fountain. Even if it was cool we didn’t need to start a wildfire. The shower rooms have two stalls instead of using different ones we both go in the same one. It was strange taking a shower with someone else. The last time I had done this was when I was 4 and my brother lived with us. This was different than that as well. Billie rubbed the soap over my belly from behind me. His penis rubbed against my butt and sent chills down my spine. This contact was so new, and felt so good. I never wanted it to stop. He worked his way lower down into the beginnings of a happy trail, then inched lower again. He was rubbing soap right into my pubes, his fingers daringly explored lower to the base of my cock. Which was now hard and twitching. His lips found the back of my neck, his lips sent shivers through me. And the contact made my skin tingle.

I turned to face him. His hair was wet and mopped around steam was rising all around us and he looked so beautiful, like a heavenly vision. I wanted to worship him, ravage him, seduce his senses, and be one with him. I would give him my heart on a platter, my soul, body, and life if it came to it. His lips found mine and took away my breath. He pulled away and looked deep into my eyes. I became lost in the emotions in his eyes. I pressed my body against his and soaped up his back and butt while we kissed. I spread his cheeks apart and lightly ran my fingers down across his hole and back up. His hips ground into mine. We turned and his back was now facing the faucet. I rubbed the soap from his back, then he applied soap to my back.

The ritual continued, as we tenderly cleaned each other. The stimulation was so intense, and the feelings shook my world. I had seen it in videos before, and I knew I wanted to try it on him. I pulled back and smiled at him. He smiled back, and I guided his back to the wall. He leaned against it, and my mouth devoured his body, starting from his lips down. My next target was his jaw line, then lower to his neck. His breathing become more rapid as my lips covered his left nipple. It stiffened and I lightly pulled on the nub with my teeth. He grunted and grabbed a hold of my ass. I licked my way down to the middle of his stomach, it became a game, licking at his stomach and watching his muscles spasm from the contact. I moved on lower down to his navel, then licking lightly down his happy trail. My knees finally rested against the floor. He looked down at me, not knowing what my next move was, but I knew. My tongue crept out and reached the head of his cock.

He quivered and watched. I dove in more and buried my face next to his package. My tongue teased his scrotum then worked its way up his shaft. When I got back to his head I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He shuddered and bucked, his hands clutched my shoulders as I took more into my mouth. I pulled back and sucked on him. His foreskin was strange to me, there was a lot and it was a strange feeling. But I decided I didn’t mind it. As I pulled almost off his foreskin followed, at the same time he quivered again, and his hips bucked. I did the motion again and got the same result. I smiled as much as I could with a cock in my mouth and played with that button awhile longer.

When I could tell he was close I focused my attention to taking more and pumping the rest with my hand. He started to grunt and moan, his hips bucked more often, I gagged a couple of times but got better at judging when to pull back more. His voice was so ragged when he told me he was about to cum. I kept up at it however, my hand reached for his balls. I lightly tugged and rolled them in my fingers, then with a hot noise his fluids flooded my mouth. Some dribbled out, some went down, and the rest got spit to the drain. I came up and kissed him and then he licked some of his cum from my chin. I was surprised when he did it, but somewhat turned on by it too.

“Wow Justin! That was… amazing!”

I blushed at his enthusiasm and giggled. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and the most wicked of smiles grew on his face.

“Your turn!”

My First Love
Chapter Two

Billie

We walked back to my house, and as we rounded the corner I saw my Dad’s car pull into the garage. I pointed at it and told Justin. He looked over and seemed to fidget.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well it’s just that, well you know…” He said, and he looked more miserable.

“What? Come on tell me I swear I’ll try and make it better.” He bit his lip in that nervous way he does. It makes him that much more adorable to me. But something was also bothering him and I wanted to know what.

“Most parent’s have trouble dealing with me by my style alone. Throw in the fact that you can tell I’m no moneybags for sure. I hate when kids at school look at me like I’m trash, it’s worse when adults do it, especially the really old ones, like I’m going to mug or kill them or something…”

“I swear my parent’s won’t mind. They trust me with what I do, they will look at you and know you’re a good person because your hanging out with me.”

“If you say so Billie.” Justin said still seeming to be worried.

We walked into the front door and my Mom called out to me. Her usual welcome home call. “Hey Mom, I brought a friend over to hang out.”

“Come into the kitchen honey.”

We walked to the kitchen, my mom stopped preparing some food to look, she smiled at us. I noticed she did look Justin up and down for a minute, but then she just smiled. Meaning he passed her inspection. Dad rose his eyes above the paper and said hello.

“Hi Mr. Johnson, and Mrs. Johnson.”

“Hello--?” Mrs. Johnson said.

“Justin” Billie said.

“Nice to meet you. Are you new to the neighborhood?”

Justin clammed up a little at the question but recovered quickly and spoke. “No, I live a couple miles from here on Shelby, not far from 19 Avenue and Thunderbird.”

“I know the area, I am helping a woman, Mrs. Jacobs sell her house.”

“I know Mrs. Jacobs. She’s a nice old lady, has a lot of cats though.”

“That’s her for sure. Where in the area do you live?”

“Just a couple houses down from her house.”

“The one with red trimming or the blue trimming?”

“Blue.”

“I’ll have to ask your Mom how she keeps her rose bushes so nice I always admire them when I drive by.”

“Mom can Justin stay the night?”

“Well, first he needs permission from his parent’s but yes, I see no problem there. Justin honey call up your Mom and ask, after your finished I’d like to have a word with her though.”

“Ok Mrs. Johnson.” Justin said.

“Call me Angie dear, I hate Mrs. Johnson.”

“Ok, Angie.” Justin said while giving her his cute smile.

After Justin called his Mom, got permission, and asked for a change of clothes to be brought we went up to my room. We sat on my bed with my door shut. I dared to kiss him now and then, knowing any minute my Mom or Dad could walk in. But the fact that we could get caught excited me all the more. I couldn’t help it, I had been wanting to touch him, and feel his lips against mine. It was like a drug, and I needed my next fix. The ringing of the doorbell scared Justin and I, our lips parted with a little pop noise and we both giggled.

We ran down the stairs right as my Mom opened the door for Justin’s Mom. My Mom invited her in for a drink so she could talk with her. Justin got his clothes and we took them back to my room. We played a few games and then went back down. Justin’s Mom was getting ready to leave. She gave Justin a kiss on the forehead, and he blushed. I almost started laughing out loud. I’d get him later, he’d never live it down. He said goodbye to her and she left. My Mom informed us to be ready in a half hour for dinner.

I got an idea, and hoped Justin would be into it. He wouldn’t know what I really had in mind though not until I did it. “Hey Justin let’s go out back.”

“OK.’ He said.

We went out back and I tackled him. He yelped out from the surprise but then retaliated. Whenever I did this with my friend Brian he’d get a boner and I could cop a feel without him knowing. But this time I didn’t have to be sneaky to my partner, just to my parents. After about five minutes I felt what I wanted. Justin’s penis poked me in the stomach. I flipped him over and with my left hand I rubbed between his legs found my target and latched on.

Justin’s eyes bulged but then a grin spread across his face. As he did the same thing, instead of grabbing my penis he grabbed my nuts, and rubbed them softly. My hips nearly bucked from the pleasure it brought. I lost my thoughts under this condition, and when I felt a drip of precum work it’s way out I flipped him, and grinned. I held his arms down and sat on top of his thighs I leaned against him and our cocks rubbed each other as heattempted to struggle away. I wanted to buck into him from the pleasure our contact was bringing us but I stopped I knew better. I scooted off of him and sat in front of his bulge. So my parents couldn’t see anything out the window.

He blushed at me and I caught his gaze fixed on my bulge. I soaked in his image for a later use when I needed it.

“Nice bulge, sexy.” he said, inciting a blush to grow on my face.

We were just talking for awhile about nothing really just making chit chat. I was just absorbing him it was nice having him here, and I didn’t have to hide around him. It was just comfortable. We were interrupted by my Mom calling us in. By now we were completely soft again, well I was still a little hard but not enough to notice.

We all sat at the table, and the regular routine proceeded. “So Billie & Justin how was school today?” My Mom asked.

“Boring same old junk they say prepares us for the real world.” I smiled always giving a smart-ass answer before an acceptable one. “Actually I learned how to divide whole numbers into fractions, then in shop we put the hinges on our bird house lids.”

My Mother shifted her attention to Justin. “I got to first hour a little after the tardy bell, I thought the whole day was doomed but at lunch time they had pizza hut delivered, then in science we found out how the reproductive organs work in frogs next week we finally get to dissect.”

“Oh I hated the frog!” She exclaimed.

“Did you have to do a squid in 8th grade Mrs. I mean Angie?” Justin asked.

“No, but last year they told us parent’s they would be adding it to the course. With an alternative program that runs on a pc.”

“I think it might be cool to dissect it. A squid is so different from us I wonder if it has all the same organs or not, or like an air bladder.” I said.

“Ok, let’s talk about something else maybe?” My Dad said.

”How was work honey?”

“Same as usual, we got another major business account today, my design team starts on it’s new logo and commercials tomorrow. If we can keep them happy I will get a nice bonus.

Justin ate some of his stuffed chicken, and made a very loud ‘mm’ noise which got a huge smile on my Mom’s face.

“Heh, excuse me, but this is really good!”

“I’m glad you like it. Billie usually complains when I make it because he supposedly doesn’t like cheesy broccoli inside his chicken.” I smirked at my mom then took a big bite of mine. I switched to my green bean casserole.

After dinner we went up to my room. We again played more video games. Justin dominated Tekken Tag while I dominated with Mortal Kombat Trilogy We had been going at if for about an hour when my Mother and Father poked their heads in. Right as Justin killed Sub-Zero with Sindel.

“Oh yeah who got who?” Justin boasted. He gave me this very sexy smile and I gave him my cocky one.

“Hi Mom. Are you going to bed now?”

“Yes, try not to stay up too late you two.” My Dad finished.

“Good night!” Justin and I said in unison. My mom smiled at us, and closed the door.

Once they closed the door we waited for about 20 minutes. I lightly pushed Justin to the floor and sat on him like I did in the backyard. I looked down in his eyes, the desk lamp shinned in his eyes and created sparkling orbs. His skin was smooth, and slightly blushed from out contact. He had a very cute grin and looked so innocent, but it quickly disappeared when thoughts from earlier made my cock get harder. I put my hands on his sides and rubbed his stomach, chest. and sides. His member began to stiffen as well, his nipples got hard and were adding more to the erotic pleasure of looking at him in this state of arousal.

I leaned down, I used my elbows as to not crush Justin and let my body come in full contact with his. Our cocks were comfortably crammed together. I kissed his chin and neck then moved to his lips. His mouth opened and I invaded his mouth. Our tongues rolled around, tasting each other. Before I knew it we were both grinding our hips together. Justin’s hands roamed over me. Justin broke our kiss and pushed me upwards. He sat up with me then started pulling my shit up. I took it off the rest of the way then pulled his shirt up and off. As I threw his shirt behind me he leaned against me, my back met the bed as his lips attacked mine. Our flesh was now pressed into each others. I let his warmth invade me. My hands roamed over his flesh and his did the same to my lower back.

He broke our kiss and leaned back enough to reach my waistband he undid my belt, then the button. He leaned into my neck, and lightly sucked and licked right next to my adamsapple. His finger tips slipped down into my waistband. I stood up and pushed my pants down, I helped him up and he did the same. We got into the same position and he continued his expedition. This time he opened the button on the fly of my boxers. He looked in my eyes and I smiled at him. I kissed him to urge him on.

His hand went into the hole and found my rod. He squeezed it, then slightly jacked me. I felt some precum dripping out of my penis. His fingers came across the sticky liquid, with his thumb he rubbed it over the exposed part of my head. He pulled my foreskin back and spread it all over it. At this point he had my cock and balls out of the hole.

I wanted to explore him now, it was awesome having him play with me, but I wanted to check him out. I got off his lap and pushed him to the floor again. There was a small wet spot at the head of his cock, just under the waistband. I pulled his boxers down instead, I lifted his balls with one hand and put the elastic band below them. He was completely exposed to me. His penis twitched as if on cue to make a show for my exploring eyes. Unlike me he was circumcised, it was interesting to see, I grabbed a hold of his pole and let it go and heard it make a slap noise against his groin. I took hold of it again and pumped up and down on it. More precum oozed out and his hips began to writhe.

I laid down next to him and held onto his cock. I began pumping it again, and his hand found it’s way around my cock as well. We began pumping each other in unison. My arm controlled the speed. I wanted this to last as well so I went slow. We kissed while jacking each other, Justin turned his head up and breathed in then bit his lower lip to stifle a moan. I started pounding harder on his cock and my hips began to buck. I started kissing him frantically as I felt my balls pull up I grunted into his mouth and I felt my load flood out and spill down on my chest, then stomach, then down Justin’s hand into my pubes. It set Justin off and instead of grunting out he sucked in stealing some of my air while doing so. I felt his warm liquids cover my hand. They pooled a little at the base of my hand in his pubes. He had small spasms just as I did. I felt a smile get glued to my face. Justin cock slowly softened in my hand as we laid there catching our breath.

Justin leaned over and kissed me. He got on top and our cocks rubbed against each other. And our fluids mixed. He laid against me and made a bigger mess of our mess. We kissed for a little bit then I grabbed some new boxers out of my drawer for both of us, with our old ones we cleaned up the mess. We both fell asleep on the floor next to each other.

My First Love
Chapter One

Justin

It was the tenth of October and as always my friend Billie and I were excited about Samhain. It was the mark of the most spiritual day, and also marked the new year. When I got to school I found Billie in our usual spot. He pulled his coat closed as the chilly wind invaded.

“Hey Billie!” I said.

“Hey Justin what’s up?”

“Not much you?”

“Same.” I replied.

We hung out for the few minutes we had before the morning bell. As usual we ignored the first one and talked for awhile longer. We were making the plans for the upcoming ritual to be performed. When the second bell - the tardy bell - rang we headed to class.

I am glad I found Billie in this school. It seemed as if only yesterday I had gotten enrolled. Me, at a rich school. It was so new to me, all the kids with their cell phones, fat wallets and cocky smiles. Then there was me, thrown into the middle of preppy high, a goth no less to add to my problems even more. I sighed as I walked down the halls that first day. When I first saw Billie it was in our usual spot, he stood there, almost perfect. His white teeth shinning brightly and the sparkles in his eyes seemed to make him look almost holy. When he saw me a huge cocky grin grew on his face.

Then the thoughts plagued me, Oh great, I have to deal with kids like him… great! He walked up to me however, shook my hand and welcomed me. I was shocked to say the least, and maybe a bit stricken by his looks. His black hair with his pale blues eyes captivated me. His lips were so supple and soft looking and when he flashed that cocky grin again, I knew right then I was in for it. More thoughts plagued me, as always he just had to be straight. Most kids my age - and that would be 13 - can’t admit to themselves that they are gay, much less accept and openly gay teen. I heard those horror stories of coming out, and I sure didn’t want that, but at the same time I wanted to be free to express myself, just as anyone else can (I mean just as straight people, but I digress).

I walked in the door when the final bell rang. I looked at Mr. Chadwick his stern piercing grey and cold eyes crept over me. Sending chills down my spine, his foot tapped at the floor and he gave me the scowl that I just hated. His head shook back and forth with admonishment. “Late again are we Mr. Stevens… I’ve told you coming to my class late is not acceptable. This is your third and final warning. Come late to my class again and you will be sent to the hall for the duration of class and will be given zeros on that days class work and the home assignment.”

“Sorry sir. I will not be late again.”

“It’s Mr. Chadwick, get seated!”

I quickly sat at my desk, which I despised. Being left handed sucks, all the desks are made for right-handed people. Which made doing work uncomfortable and annoying. I grumbled to myself and pulled out my notebook and pen.

"Today we are learning about WWII. So pay attention we will be having a quiz sometime this week. Also get out a notebook, and pencil." I still wonder how ANYONE could get history for their first hour! It seems so evil, like a mass conspiracy to torture our poor zombiefied minds. I yawned audibly and got another scornful look from Mr. Chadwick. He shook his head in that disapproving manner that he seemed to love. The hour dragged by as always, inciting a mental riot in my head, The rioters screamed and pleaded for the hour to end so I could see Billie again.

Finally the bell rang, I packed up all of my stuff and handed the teacher my homework and in school assignment. “Now why can’t you apply yourself this well to getting here on time?”

“I’m sorry really. I woke up late today my alarm clock didn’t go off at the right time because it automatically switches an hour ahead, and since our state doesn’t do daylight savings well you get the point.”

“Sure…” He said then I walked out and started towards my class.

I was walking, or more like running towards my next class. I knew if I ran into Billie - which I wanted to - that I’d be late, or end up skipping it, and I was getting low on absences. Just as I was avoiding I ran right into him.

“Hey where are you going in such a hurry?”

"Hum lets see here, every time I meet up with you I'm always late and the teachers hate that. Also I need to take a major piss!"

"See your in too much of a hurry you've already passed the bathrooms. Also I'm headed that way too."

"Fine. Lets go, you win!" See this is the time Billie and I usually skip and hang at the park smoke a ciggarette or two. But he wanted to go home instead. Which was weird seeming we usually go back to school after lunch. That way you don't get caught skipping. We don’t how but it always seems to work. "Why do you want to go home?"

"Because school sucks and I want to just relax today and play some video games."

"Still what do I tell my parents when they ask why I wasn't at school?"

"Dude did you forget my aunt is the secretary. She will excuse us. DUHHH!"

"Fuck off pansy ass!"

"No thanks I've had better offers!"

"Yah, yah whatever, Billie. So what do you want to do at your house?"

"I don’t know I'll tell you when we get there." The walk to his house took us right past the park where we smoke. I had never been to his house before so I was excited to see where he lived, and his bedroom. I know perving on my best-friend I’m low. But these damn hormones take control I swear! I was amazed at the size of the houses. They looked like the ones you see in the magazines and I was nervous. This was much different than my middle class neighborhood. Everything was so clean and nice, like it just came out of the bubble wrap or something.

Billie must of seen the look as he started telling me about the different houses and owners and their dirty little secrets. He told me about The Johnsons, Mr. Johnson liked helping the 17 year old babysitter while his wife was at the crochet club. Or how Mrs. Botwin was the communities weed dealer (Got to love the show weeds :-D) We suddenly stopped and I looked up from my feet, or rather Billie’s ass. It was two stories, the front was a cylinder and the rest was squared. On top of the cylinder middle section was a balcony and under the front door. The house was framed with beautiful weeping willows and rose bushes.

I was shocked to say the least. How could three people live in a monster of a house like that. The entryway seemed to be bigger than my room. I was sure I was collecting flies with my mouth gaping open. It was nicely decorated inside, with a Victorian met with a modern flare.

Billie smiled at me, and my obvious shock. And in the sexiest voice I had ever heard from him he said, “This way sir, the Miss’s want’s me to give you the grand tour.” His somewhat cheap yet cute British butler voice was so adorable. After the tour we went to his room. He told me to sit on his bed while he hooked up the Playstation. When I sat my eyes wandered to Billie’s perfect bubble butt. I was ever so tempted to reach for it and squeeze but I knew that was not a good idea. I swallowed my lust and leaned back. When I put my hand against the bed I felt something under the covers. I knew the familiar feel, a magazine I was sure. I reached under the cover and pulled it out. Billie had just started to turn around when I pulled it from under the covers. His face paled and I wondered why. I looked at the magazine in my hand and felt my eyes bulge.

I looked at it and saw on the front a very hot looking guy with his lips firmly wrapped around another guys dick. It was my eyes turn to bulge. I was tempted to open it and look through it, but even I was too petrified to do that. Not yet willing to be that vulnerable. I put it down, and looked at my feet, I didn’t know how to approach it any better. I just kind of clammed up.

“Justin… I. Uh… I-I.”

“So what are we playing?” I tried changing the subject completely.

“Uh…” Billie’s eyes were red like he was about to cry, it was stupid - I was being stupid. This is what I had been dreaming for so long and now I was playing it off as I was dumb or something.

“Fuck it. Look I wasn’t supposed to see that, but I’m glad I did. It--”

“I’m sorry, please don’t tell anyone… I.”

“It doesn’t matter to me, because… I’m.” I couldn’t say it, it was too terrifying what if this was a test? But the look on Billie’s face, he was searching my soul it seems with those eyes that captivate my soul. It was as if instincts kicked in, and my consciousness became second to none. I leaned into Billie, he backed away and I crawled closer until our lips were centimeters apart. His sweet scent and warmth washed over me and I dove in. Our lips connected, so softly at first, they were barely touching. The contact sent chills through me, then our lips were forced together, mashing into each other. His lips parted and his tongue touched my lips. My mouth opened automatically and his tongue explored my mouth. The taste sent electrical stimulus through my lips and spine, and our tongues battled for supremacy.

When the kiss ended I felt my face burn with a blush, I couldn’t explain to myself how I had just kissed the boy I was falling for. I had actually kissed him, something I had only done in my dreams. I felt a smile work it's way across my face and saw Billie’s grin too.

“Wow…” Billie stammered he looked at me and giggled slightly, his grin grew even bigger. “I’ve never… that was… Wow!”

“Me either… I mean I always wanted to but… Whoa I’m sorry I didn’t mean to just jump on you like that I don’t know what possessed me, but I’m kind of glad it did!”

“Me too that was so hot!”

My face flushed a full 7 different shades of red I am sure.

Billie continued “I can’t believe you did that… I thought you were going to hate me and never hang out with me again.”

“Never would I. I couldn’t hate you…”

“Well we sure are going to hang out more often now!” His face was beaming with a smile that could weaken any heart.

Billie

I still can’t believe it! He kissed me! Me?! I wanted him so badly, and then he did, and how he did it, oh my god. I felt as if my heart was going to stop with the sensual way his lips lingered just away from mine, then he came in and I was lost in total bliss, it was nirvana. I was so hoping my ploy wouldn’t backfire on me, for a minute I was really worried. It was stupid of me, but look what I gained from it! Ever since I saw him that first day in school I knew I wanted him and no one else. He was so cute with that mischievous grin and confused look. His red hair, pale skin and blue eyes got to me. I just had a feeling I had to introduce myself. Ever since then we were best of friends. But now we're ‘better’ friends! I had it set up perfectly! I caught him in the halls like usual and had him come with me. See this is one of our daily routines go to the park smoke a ciggarette, bullshit then go back before the end of lunch. But today I needed to find out if he was gay. I had to, so I did so! I can't believe he kissed me like that though I was in heaven I wish humans didn't have to breathe if we didn't we could have kissed for hours which we did anyway. It was so magical, I can't believe Justin hasn't seen me checking him out before now. I was hoping he would say something and that would be how we found out. But I couldn't wait that long. It has already felt like an eternity! But I'm sure glad I did pull my little stunt! Look where it got me, right where I wanted to be, in Justin's arms. That felt so good, Justin and I feel asleep and awoke at 4:00 PM.

However I was startled by the fact it was four. My parent’s would be home in any second. I shook Justin awake. He grumbled at me, but then his eyes shot wide open and that dopey grin came back. I felt it infect me as well. We went out the back and walked down the alleyway. We took the long way around to avoid my parent’s usual route home. When we saw other kids walking home we turned and started walking back to my house.

We talked about the events that had happened today, and how wonderful it was. I wanted to grab his hand, pull him into me and kiss him passionately for hours, but I knew we couldn’t not right now. It would have to wait, sadly.