Justin's Story. Written by Justin Case 3/22/00
Chapter 1.
Disclaimer: Hey you guys, this is a story about gay love, if you are offended don't read it, if it is illegal where you are then leave. I won't tell if you don't, and there aren't any cyber police yet, so if you can keep a secret so can I. Actually I have kept a secret most of my life, my sexuality. This story is pure fiction, any resemblance to any actual person is pure coincidence, this story is the property of Justin Case. Here goes, its my first attempt at this, DJPaul has been kind enough to encourage me, and allow me some space on his web page. If you like it send me an e-mail, at Justin69SK@aol.com. If you don't like it tell me too, same address.
It was a beautiful day, in Enfield Connecticut. You know the kind, beginning of May, temperature was mid 70's, slight breeze, clear blue sky; the kind of weather you live for. It was the first Saturday in May. The past week was a bitch. Midterms, in my final semester of my junior year at Enfield High, home of the Enfield Raiders. Oh excuse me, how rude; my name is Justin, Justin Case.
I grew up in Enfield, been in this boring town all my life. If it wasn't for all the shopping centers, and resturaunts, this place would dry up and blow away. Enfield was a farm town at one point, but you know progress. It's a "bedroom" town, a place where the factory people sleep after working in the Hartford area all day. I am one of six, in a blended family. My mom re-married after her first marraige, which blessed her with my older sister Sarah Jane, and me. Her second marraige brought her my step-dad, "what's his name" (real ass, likes to drink and beat my sister and I), and two more sons Jeremy and Jonathan. "Whats his name" works at Pratt and Whitney a divsion of United Technologies.
As I was saying, this week has been a bitch. I had midterms in all my classes except PE, there we had some marathon for some stupid Presidential Award. I mean really. I've never been very good at anything athletic. Except swimming, I love to swim. I'm only 5'7", weigh in about 114lbs, very smooth body, actually I'm a little nervous because the hair on my legs hasn't come in yet. I have wavy brown hair, and brown eyes, I'm average to look at, I guess. No ladies chasing me around anyway, who cares? I'm not even sure if I like girls. I mean I've tried, but for some reason I'm not attacted to them. Oh I pretend with my friends that I am, and I try to be, but nothing. No I have been blessed with being attacted to people of the same sex as me, yep, I think I may be gay. Now theres a funny word, what's so gay about that?
Its 11:30 am, I just got up, have to go to work. I work at the Stop and Shop, I'm sorry, the Super Stop and Shop. I'm a cashier, great job if you like money; even if it is someone elses. I can dream can't I. I'm frantacally looking for some clothes, clean ones anyways, to wear. I have this great pair of Filas I just got at Bob's, the fashion store of teens in Enfield. I have to wear khaki's or black pants to work, with a shirt and tie. Apparently nobody did laundry again this week. Who's turn was it? Probably Sarah Jane's, she always forgets, you know too busy with her stream of boyfriends. It looks like I'll be wearing dirty pants, and I can quickly iron this shirt here under my bed. Yeah thats cool. I have to be at work at 12:30, I have to hurry, I'm always late.
I fly down the stairs, theres my mom's sitting at the table doing her check book. I don't get it she says we don't have any money, and she's always doing her check book. If we don't have any money why the hell is she always doing her check book? I give her a quick peck on the cheek. Moms is cool even if she did marry "whats his name". Sarah Jane calls him the sperm donor. We both hate him, I don't mean dislike, no we actually hate the man, to the enth degree. Moms is looking tired today, up all night worrying about "whats his name", out drinking again. He's a funny guy, claims he isn't an alchoholic. Here's his logic, "I never drink before noon, and never drink on a work night." No but from Friday night until Sunday you are drunk drunk drunk. Oh he also says because he only drinks beer, he's not an alcholic.
"Justin, can you come home tonight after work?" Moms asks me just as I'm grabbing the car keys. There was something about her tone, it worried me. "Sure, Mom's, any thing for the bestes moms in the world." I love to butter her up, she needs it. She looks over to me and blows me a kiss, and I'm out.
I have a 1996 Chysler Seabring, convertable, and with the weather we have today, I'm gonna drop the top. I love my car, its burgundy with a saddle brown top, leather upholstery, and a cd player. Its the JXI, top of the line Seabring, with a V-6 and lowrider chomies, with Pirellis to jet with. My uncle is a car dealer and I got a great deal.
As I pull into the parking lot at Super Stop and Shop, I notice a couple of guys in the employee parking lot by a car. Actually there near the drivers door window of a Volvo, looking like they're trying to break in. I park my car and being the nosy guy I am, I walk over to them. As I get close enough to recognize them, I realize the good looking one, is Jon Thomas, another cashier as the store. Man is he hot! He has black hair, with piercing blue eyes, a set of lips, that set you on fire when you look at them. He's about 5' 10" and slender, with a build like a god. I've seen him in PE, I have been blessed.
"Hey you guys need a hand?" "Whats the prob?" I try to be as nonchalant as possible, but can't help getting a quick peak at Jon Thomas package. Man does he fill those pants well. As I said it was a quick peak, afterall, I wouldn't want to give my self away. As I look up to Jon's eyes, I noticed he caught me looking, and the funny thing was, he smiled. "Man, am I stupid or what, I locked the fucking keys in my mom's car. Jim is trying to help me get the door unlocked." Oh yeah, Jim's here too, in all my excitement I forgot he was there. "Are you just getting in or going home, Jon?" I ask. "I have to be here until 8:30 tonight, shit, if I didn't need the money I'd be at the beach." he replies. "Yeah I know what you mean, me too." I say with some detachment to life tone. Just then my mind goes into overdrive, "Hey I know, I can take you home after work, I mean you do have another set of keys at home; don't you?" Pretty slick huh? "Yeah that would be great, Justin, if you don't mind that is." Jon says, "For you JT, anything." is the only thing I can think of to say. Thats the second time he's flashed me those pearly whites in two minutes, I noticed he was smiling at me again. He quickly thanked Jim, and we raced into work. Have to get to the time clock, you know how "they" get if your late.
Man I don't beleive it, I've been trying to figure out a way to get to know this god for months. And here it is, yes I've been blessed. Shit, I promised Moms I'd come right home after work. She seemed worried, and tired; I can't break that promise. I'll call her at my brake, and explain it to her. She wouldn't want me to leave anyne stranded. Man my brake isn't for two and a half hours. The time went quickly we were really busy. Everyone in Enfield must be having a barbeque today, with this gorgeous weather. I never had to lift so many bags of charcoal in my life. Man if I knew that for $6.45 an hour, I'd have to lift so much weight, I might have thought a little harder about this damn job.
"Hello Moms, its me" I quickly rattled into the payphone, "Moms, I'm on brake so I don't have much time, any way Jon Thomas locked his keys in his mothers car, so I was going to bring him home when we get out and then back here to get his car." About 100 miles per hour, I wondered if she got all that, there was a long pause, I heard her breathing; "Moms, are you alright?"
I'm quite bewildered now, "Yes, Justin, You can't leave the poor boy stranded." she says with real concern, "Its just that I wanted to talk with you and Sarah Jane, and I've already made the appointment with her, and you know how difficult she is." my mother trails off. "Gee Moms, it shouldn't take that long." What else could I say, I mean I wanted to get to know this guy, my hormones were controlling me. "Well ok Justin, but promise me tomorrow morning, you're not working, right?" Moms says, sounding better; "Sure Moms, anything for the bestes Moms in the world."
The rest of my shift flew by, I met JT by the time clock. God was he beautiful, especially after a hard day at work. "Justin, I really appreciate you going out of your way for me." Jon Thomas says with those lips to die for, "No problemo dude, let's bounce." We race to my car, I have an alarm so I can unlock the doors with the remote, so my dream guy can get right in. "You want me to drop the top dude?" I asked him as he slid into the passenger seat. "Wow Justin this cars the bomb." JT says, "Yeah drop the top bud, let's cruise." He then exclaims, man did I mention he has lips you could die for? Oh yeah I did, well he does, and I might say it again.
As we pull out of the lot, Jon puts on the radio. I have it set for TIC FM, and Savage Garden is playing, "I Loved You Before I Met You", yeah if they only knew. Jon looks over towards me with those ice blue eyes, that are set perfectly under those black eyebrows, and with those long black lashes . He has a dark complexion, but not too dark, you wouldn't confuse him with being spanish. He has these red cheeks, and when he smiles the cutest dimple on the right one. I look towards him, and he says, "You know Justin, I really am glad I got stuck today, it gives me a chance to meet you." "I know we have gym together, but I've never really talked to you, and I... well... I" he stopped talking. I looked over again, he seemed real anxious, he was figiting with his hair, and staring at me with those blue eyes. I swore to god if he blinked one more time I pass out. We sat back and listened to Savage Brothers.
It really was't a problem bringing JT home, we both lived in Southwood Acres, which is a subdivision in Enfield. "They" have BirdLand, all the streets are bird names, Green Manorville, Presidential Section, downtown Thompsonville, Hazardville, Shaker Park, and Southwood acres. Don't ask me why, "they" just do. As a matter of fact don't ask me who "they" are, cause I don't know that either, but everyone always talks about them. It's kind of like when your mom asks "Who did that?" "Nobody" is the reply we always give, who the hell is "Nobody" and where does he live? I think "They" and "Nobody" should get together, maybe they'd be somebody.
I live on Dale Road, and Jon lives on Play Road, they're only one street apart from each other. After Savage Gardens quieted down, Jon Thomas turned the radio down, and looked over at me again, and said "Hey bud would you like to play some pool after we get my mom's car back to my house, I have a great pool table, its an 8 foot slate table in our rec room." That's great everyone in Enfield had a rec room, in my house you could pic any room in the house, it was a rec. I felt a little jealous. "Sure man, thats cool." I replied with all my wit. "I have a 1:00 am curfew on the weekends" I quickly added. "Cool, my parents aren't home tonight, they took my Dad's kids to Jersey for the weekend." JT said with some excitemtent, atleast it sounded that way to me, but I was hoping too. "Hey maybe you could sleep over." Jon then said, man oh man this could be my lucky day. "Sure I'll call my Moms, but I have to be home in the morning, she wants to talk to my sister and I." I said, with some sadness. "Thats cool bro, maybe we could head down to Misquomicut Rhode Island after the talk, I mean I'd help with the gas and parking, if you'd drive. My mom won't let me take the Volvo out of state." Jon said with definate excitement, I wasn't imagining it this time. "Sounds like a plan, I'm in." I said, just as I pulled into JT's driveway. "Come on in, whilst I get the keys bro." Jon said as he got out of my drop top. We flew up the walk, all of a sudden he stops, with a panic look on his face, and shouts "Shit, fuck, damn, I am so stupid, I don't have any keys." "No problemo dude, let me show you something, these "Ledger Starr" homes are easy to break into." I said with confidence. Ledger Starr was some guy that built most of the houses in Enfield in the 60's and 70's, he died and left a rich bitch wife. And she is a bitch.
We go around to the back of the ranch style house, it has a big dining room window, that is low to the ground. Mr. Starr only built a couple of stlyes of houses, the ranch, and the cape. Atleast thats all I ever see in Southwood acres. I reached up to the bottom of the screen, and quickly hit it with the palms of both my hands on either corner, it spang into the tracks. I quickly went to climb up into the window, when I felt these hands helping me. Jon Thomas had grabbed both my legs to give me a boost, if he only knew I wasn't the only thing rising. My six inch friend began to rise as I felf those hands on the back of my thighs. My face was starting to flush, I could feel it. I jumped into the dining room, stuck my head out the window and said, "Meet you at the back door." I quickly adjusted my erection so it wouldn't show, and went to the back door and opened it for Jon. "Man how did you know how to do that?" Jon asked as I opened the door, "I am a boy of many tricks, and secrets; if I told you I'd have to kill you." was all I could think of that sounded cool.
We got the keys and returned to the Volvo without further complications. It was about 9:30, and I was in my dream boys rec room, playing pool. Listenning to his sterero, he liked Nas. Not that I'm not into hip-hop and rap, but Nas seemed a little extreme to me. Until that Saturday night in May, in Enfield Connecticut, nope I really listened to it that night. "Money is my bitch, my bitch is my money." yep I definately needed to rethink my music preference. I think I like the one "I wanna talk to the mayor, the govenor, the mother fucking president, the CIA, the FBI, the mother fucking congressmen" too. Jon watched me intently while I lined up my shot on the eight ball, SSSCCCRRRAAAATTTTCCCHHH. The cue ball dropped into the corner pocket. "Hang on a minute, lets take the cue ball out and let me show you how to do that." Jon said with sincerity. He quickly set the same shot up againg and told me to line up on it again, then he leaned over me put his arms on mine. He was so close to me, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I was so excited my nipples were hard, I wasn't sure but it seemed like he was pushing his pelvis into me. I was rock hard, I thought my dick was going to blow, my knees felf so weak. He was telling me how to line the stick up on the ball and imagine a line from the stick through the cue ball, and the eight ball, to the pocket I wanted. All I could think about was the stick in my pants. He quickly used his hand to push my hand and sink, the eight ball went in. He released his hold on me and I made a mad dash to a seat at the bar, with my back towards him of course.
Jon came around to the back of the bar, and said "Hey you want a drink or something? We have beer, and just about anything you could want." "Sure, I'll take a white russian." was my reply, it was the only drink name I knew, and my Moms drinks them sometimes, so I know what they taste like. I like them especailly the way my Mom drinks them, she puts them in the blender with ice, and they're like a milk shake. I told Jon all this, and the gentleman he is, he obliged me, actually he had one too. We both realized we hadn't eaten since our break, so we did what teeanagers do best we called Domino's. He flicked on the tube, and we surfed the channels waiting for the pizza. Finally settled on MTV, wouldn't you know they had a big screen in the rec room. It was a Sony too.
As we waited Jon told me about his family. He was his mother's only son, his dad had been married before. Jon was born to his mother out of wedlock. So his dad wasn't his real father. His father had two kids from his previos marraige, but they lived with their mother in Jersey, and came to visit frequently. His parents were bringing them back home. It seemed Jon's fathers first wife married money, and the two kids went to a private school somewhere in Jersey. From what Jon said they were "spoiled little satin pillow talking brats". I was glad not to meet them. After what seemed like eternity the doorbell rang. We both jumped with fright, it caught us off guard. We bounded up the stairs, "Food atlast, man am I hungry." I said as we sat down to eat. "You know it bro." Jon said with that smile again.
Well thats it for now, sorry to all you pervs who wanted sex. You'll find that in the next chapter. Again e-mail me with any comments good or bad. Justin69SK@aol.com. My special thanks to DJPaul for the opportunity to post my story on his web site. Seeya in a week.
Well Paul what do you think? Is it worth it for me to go on? Let me know when you call me, by the way I'll be home during the day if you want to call me. Just, Justin