I woke up on the floor the next morning. Justin had a habit of moving around at night and sometimes he would press his body against the wall and stretch out with his feet...this ended up with me waking up on the floor sometimes. I didn't care. I got up and looked over at him, he completely had taken over the bed spread eagle....little fuck. I flicked his nose with my finger and he started to move a little, I did it again and his hand came up like it was swatting a bug away, but he was getting up. I decided to hide behind the dresser, he got up and saw no one was in the room.
Justin: Well, thats fucking weird. Wonder where he is.....
I popped out behind him and grabbed him around the waist:
Me: I'm right here bitch!
I scared the shit out of him, and after he calmed down a little bit, he started laughing and asked why I did it.
Me: You kicked me out of bed again.
Justin: Shit, I did? Sorry.
I laughed and ruffled his hair. Anyway, time went on. The semester was going good, we went to parties together and had our moments sometimes too, but nothing too emotional or things we couldn't work out. Summer was fast approaching. Sorry for skipping, but that summer was probably the best part to write about. We did our thing together the next few months, strengthing our connection and of course the sex. He had shaved his head down to match mine, it was the middle of May and the end of his freshman year was coming soon; the end of my college career was coming soon as well. We talked about it openly, we had decided it was better for both of us to just talk about it. We both had anxiety about it, and I think when we talked it out and planned shit for the summer together, it made things a little easier on both of us. I must say though, Justin was really filling out. He was actually pushing me more to go to the gym and work out, and he was getting pretty tight and defined. Nothing like the scrawny little kid I knew when I first met him (although I would take him in any form). And what made me even happier, was that he was happy that I made him proud. I would comment on his muscle tone and notice he was lifting heavier weights when we worked out, he was seeing results, and I wanted him to know other people were noticing. Our sex life was still strong as ever, 3-4 times a week. I mean 3-4 sessions, a session could be us going for hours with multiple situations and ejacualtions. We hung out with Shawny, Ben, Matt, all the guys we were used to. Justin was one of the group now, he didn't need to prove anything, he had developed his own personality, and I was pleased what he had turned out to be. Mainly because he mirrored me in a lot of things; just trying to do the right thing and be a normal kid. Fight for whats right I guess. I never went into our relationship as a mentor or anything, but I was glad some of the things I did rubbed off on him. You make yourself by your actions, not your words...I still believe that today. So the end of the school year was fast approaching, finals were only a few weeks away and then that would be it. After class on a friday, we started our normal ritual, get homework done first, make some drinks and find some music we liked. Maybe a party later, who knows. We settled down to watch something on TV getting the cobwebs out of our heads from studying for the last few hours. It was getting a little later, we decided no to go out that night, and we were getting pretty nice with alcohol levels haha.
Me: So the year is almost done huh? You ok with that coming up?
Justin: Yea I guess we are almost done....
Me: We aren't done Justin, don't say it like that.
Justin: Came out wrong I guess, yea I guess I'm prepared.
He didn't convince me with his words or body language.
Me: You want to talk about it?
Justin: Talk about what? You are graduating, and I'm so fucking happy for you. I have 3 years left here....its just a weird feeling I guess.
Me: Don't make it sound like you are gonna be alone, I'm not that far away.
Justin: Whatever.
I wish I knew a way we could have kept what we had going for eternity, believe me, I do. Even looking back now, those were my happiest days. I looked at him with a stern face and shook my head a little bit, I really didn't have the words to make him happy. I don't think anyone would have had the words to make him happy at that point.
Me: Come here.
He came over and sat down next to me, he tried to lay his head on my chest but I stopped him.
Me: I won't always be around to make you feel better Justin. I'm a phone call away anytime, but laying on my chest and me stroking your hair...its not gonna be around forever dude.
Justin: I know, it sucks....
Me: I told you before Justin. No matter what happens, if we find new people and new lives, I'm never going anywhere. I will always be around if you need me, always.
He teared up a little bit, but not too bad. He got a little better with controlling his emotions. Which was good and bad too I guess. He was stronger mentally now, but the end was coming near and I had to make a point with what we would be to each other after I graduated.
Justin: Can I please just rest my head on your chest now, I need a break from this talk.
I grabbed him in and stroked and smelled his hair a little bit while he was getting his downtime from talking. I just whispered in his ear, telling him what he meant to me, trying to make him feel better I guess. It made things worse. I think he was hoping I would dump him emotionally so it would be easier for him to move on after I left. He wanted me to say "Nice Fuck, have a good life kid", but I was wayyyy too involved at that point, and I did love him. His wish would not come true, and he would have to deal with the pain the same way I did.
Me: We got the concert coming up together, and we can go up to Maine for a week during the summer, things will change, but nothing will change between you and me.
Justin: Ok.
Things did eventually change between us, but not for awhile after I left school. As predicted, he did find someone else (a girl), and he was able to find another emotional crutch. Everyone needs one, don't lie to yourself if you say you don't. I'm not implying Justin was weak minded or anything, but he needed someone in his life that was willing to listen to him, and he would find it later after I left. But for now, it was me and him, and that was fine with me. He changed me as much as I changed him to be honest. He was the only other guy I fell in love with, so I guess he taught me it was possible for me to love another man. More than friendship and occasional sex, just real love. He got up and started taking his clothes off and was getting ready for bed. I did the same and headed over to my bed for the night.
Justin: Where are you going?
Me: To bed, like you.
Justin: No, you are sleeping with me. After that talk, I want you in my bed with me please.
Fine with me. Didn't know what he meant by in bed with him, sex, cuddling, talking, whatever, I was down with anything.
Me: Ok bud haha, you don't have to say please all the time.
Justin: Yea, I do.
Me: Ok. :)
So I got in, and I think he had something in mind before I even got in. He turned himself around and tried to get in a 69 position, but ended up kneeing me in the face haha.
Me: Wow, thats gonna really set the mood.
Justin: Sorry, no fucking tonight, just slow sucking please.
Me: Sounds good to me, mount up.
He positioned himself above me and I held him up with my arms. We both went really slow on each other...although I had tasted him and had every inch of his balls and dick in my mouth, it seemed a little more special that night. We were both trying to impress each other with our moves, and I could tell by his balls that I was ahead in my assault.
Justin: Jesus, slow down....
Me: I can't go much slower, you just cum fast.
So I took a break from sucking while he tried to get me up to speed with him. He was doing a fantastic job, he really loved sucking on my balls, playing with my ass a little bit too. I was 3 inches away from his throbbing dick thinking, hurry the fuck up, I want that in my mouth now! My impatience got the better of me and I resumed blowing him. Licking around his tip, the tastes, the smells, everything was amazing. This got me closer and I actually came before he did. Totally unexpected, I went from 0 to 60 in about 5 seconds, he had no warning but he was used to swallowing me. He was only 20 seconds or so behind me and came, delicious Justin. We fell asleep that night head to toe, wasted from our little encounter and emotionally drained from our conversation. He didn't have the strength to get up and turn himself around. So he just stroked my legs a little bit and mumbled before he passed out. I didnt mind staring at his little Justin that night.
Next part will be the last. It will be a long one, and encompass the summer and the end of our sexual relationship. Not the end of us, he was over 2 days ago, but the end of that part of us you could say. Thanks again for the emails.