Justin's Story - Part II My Time Away
Chapter 12 4/7/00
Written by: Justin Case ---------
Disclaimer: Hey, you know the drill. This story is on a sexually erotic site. If you got this far, you know this story is about gay love, and is described graphically. Now, if you are too young to be here legally, I want you to run down the hall, find your parents, and tell them what you're doing. Did they have a shocked look on their face?
Then you did well. You did what I told you.
This story is my own creation, and is sprinkled with fact and fiction. I used to tell you at the end of each chapter which was real, and which was not. I decided I want to leave it to you, my reader. You decide. Believe what you want, because you will anyway. If this story seems familiar to you, we must be friends, and as always, keep our secret. More than likely though, you are mistaken. Any similarities to actual persons, places, or events is because I do damn good research, and are purely coincidental.
Words from our author: Hey, hey, it's my favorite spot. My podium, my chance for the one on one. Many actually read this part. You tell me in your letters to me. You make me happy, as each of you touches upon my life and leaves your wisdom with me. I am forever grateful for my gift.
I was thinking again, imagine that. Yep, yep. Justin does think. It is time to spread the message of love, the message of hope. It is time to be recognized for who we are, and time to let the demons free.
So many of my young readers are in pain. So many of you live in fear. It breaks my heart. I can only pray for you, and I promise you I do. I get on my knees everyday, and I pray for all of you. I pray you find the peace and serenity in your lives that you desire. I pray you find the acceptance in your hearts, for yourself and others. Rise up and be counted. I want us all to practice unconditional love. True love comes without conditions. While I am powerless over the world around me, I pray to the Powerful One, the God of all. Mine is a loving God, and I hope yours is too.
I will not profess to carry His message, I carry my own. I leave my seeds with you, to germinate and grow. The seeds of my words are all I have to offer. I give them to you freely, and unconditionally.
Walk tall, my little ones, hold your heads high, fear not your shame, for you are the chosen. -- Justin Case ---------
Over the month that I stayed with Chuck and his Dad, Charlie, I had time to discover myself. I remembered, someone once said to me, "The way to find yourself is to lose yourself in something bigger." I was discovering what that meant. I was losing myself, as I knew Justin, and finding the real me. I was discovering how much I loved and was loved in return.
Several phone calls were made, from me, always from me, to my Grandparents, and Ryan. God, I missed them so much. I got up the courage to finally call Moms and tell her I was OK.
"He.. um.. He.. Hello," came in to my ear, through the cables, and over the lines, right into my head. It was Moms, the woman who brought me into the world.
"Hi, Moms, the bestest Moms in the world," I said as I choked up. God, I didn't want to cry. I wanted to be strong.
"Justin? Is that you? I have been worried sick. Where are you?" she said into the little black plastic device we use for communication. The impersonal black box.
"I'm fine, Mom, I'm fine. I miss you, I love you."
"I know," was all she said. The three words I longed to hear from my Mother were not said.
"I love you, Mom." I was crying, couldn't help myself. "He's an abusive alcoholic. I love you, Mom." I couldn't stop my sobs, they were uncontrollable.
"Justin, I'm not going to have my children telling me how to live my life. I'm not going to listen to this bullshit. I'll talk to you when you're not so mad." Click, bzzzzzzzz That was the last thing I heard my Mother say to me. The very last.
I have not called her back, and won't. I have grown to realize I am powerless over persons, places, and things. My Mother is living her life the best way she knows how. I accept her. I don't have to upset myself. I can make choices, and choose not to talk with her. I choose to get out of the way and let her heal on her own.
She never told me she loved me.
Chuck was there with me, when I called. We had been together the last month. We were inseparable. We never had sex, until that night. That night in June, oh so long ago.
I placed the phone down. I cried. Chuck felt so hurt. We were sitting in the little apartment, in the Big City. I was on the couch, he was in Charlie's recliner. He stood up, never taking his dark eyes from me. He came to me. He hugged me. The sexual tension was broken. I felt him wipe the tears from my eyes. I looked into his eyes, and he was crying. He moved his head to the side, and came into my lips with his. I felt his full lips touch upon mine. I kissed him back. I was feeling alive. I was feeling the love I longed for.
We just laid down on the couch and began a tender love making. Chuck was so gentle, he was so wanton. Lying on that couch, with his strong body on top of me, was exhilarating. I was beyond what my mere words can describe. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted to feel him. I thought of JT, I thought of Ryan, but I wanted Chuck. I wanted his love. I just wanted to feel loved.
I felt his body on me, I felt his stiffness on mine. I had longed to see him. We had been together, but not together. I had seen him, but not. Here and now we were each other's. We were about to make love. Chuck had accepted me unconditionally, and I had accepted him without conditions.
We rubbed our bodies, through our clothes, on each other, while we kissed. Chuck's kisses were so soft. I could feel the love, I could feel his desire. I kissed my dear friend in return. The kisses were electric. We lost control. I was so fucking excited, and he was too. It was long time in coming. We practically ripped the clothes from each other.
I looked down and saw his cock, it was rock hard. Chuck had a smaller dick than me. It was about five and a half inches long, and only about the size of a broom handle around. It was so nice to look at. I thought to myself, "the perfect sucking size." He had a large sac; I could see his balls, and wanted to lick them and devour them.
"You have a perfect body, Charles," I said to him, and smiled. I was so hot and so turned on.
"Justin, I have wanted this for a long time," Chuck said to me as he kissed me. I loved the feel of his full lips, sucking on mine.
We were like two wild animals, grunting and groaning. We each had grabbed the other's man stick, and jerked hard and furiously on each other. It was like we were trying to punish one another. Only we weren't, we were just so fucking horny, and the rougher we got, the better it felt.
We rolled off the couch and got on the floor. Chuck kicked the coffee table out of the way. We were grabbing and pinching each other. Pain, oh sweet pain. We were hurting each other, but it felt so good.
Chuck bit my nipples, he bit hard. I bit his, and bit him just as hard. My nipples felt like they were going to have an orgasm. There was nothing tender about the session. We were rough with each other, and there was a softness in the roughness. There was a tenderness in it.
We turned our bodies inwards so we could have our faces in our crotches. We both wanted to taste each other. I wanted that perfect cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel his come splash down my throat. I needed him, and I needed him now.
We sucked each other feverishly. No relenting. Pounding each other's flesh with our hands, as our mouths sucked each other. I was on fire. I was like a dog in heat. I was an animal. I needed the release.
Pow, wow, and blam, my come burst into his mouth. Shot after shot, my come spurted down his throat. Blast, zap, and wham, his juice screamed into my mouth.
We were spent. I heard the door open.
"Chuck, Justin? What the hell? Oh, my God," I heard Charlie's voice.
We laid there on the floor, a heap of two sweating bodies, spent from our deeds. Just as Charlie came in the door.
Both of us jumped up. Literally caught with our pants down. Right there in that little Manhattan apartment. Fear built inside of me, and I could feel myself trembling. Chuck ran to the bedroom. I was left there totally naked, in front of his Dad. My mind was swimming. My thoughts were confused. The only thing I could do was reach for my clothes. Charlie stood there, said nothing; he turned his back to me, and allowed me to dress.
"Justin, I had no idea," Charlie muttered, never facing me.
I could hear Chuck fumbling around in the tiny bedroom. Why was he leaving me here alone to face this? I wondered to myself, my very lonely self. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide. I wanted to be anywhere but there. I felt so all alone, like the whole world had turned its back on me. I felt the walls of that tiny apartment closing in on me.
"Mr. Radburn, I am so sorry, I don't know what to say," came from my lips, in a whisper, but pierced through the deafening silence which made it even more malapropos.
"Justin, I think you should join Chuck in your bedroom, and when you're ready, we can talk. Give me a little while to collect my thoughts, please," came back to my ears.
I walked down the hall with extreme remorse, my head hung low. My bottom lip was protruding beyond my top, and it felt like I could hang a huge wash bucket from it. I had never felt so much shame and guilt. I was humiliated. I reached the door and opened it. I walked in. Chuck was sitting on his bed. His face was buried in his hands. I could see by his body movements he was crying. He looked up as I closed the door. He was still naked. He rose from his perch and came to me, he hugged me. His sobs were irrepressible. I held him in my arms. We cried together.
We stayed in the bedroom for what seemed like eternity, embracing and loving one another, as only two young boys knew how. When we had calmed our nerves and were able to talk, we did. We had to sort out what had happened by ourselves, before we could face the inevitable.
About an hour later we emerged from the bedroom. We found Charlie sitting in his chair. He was sitting in the recliner, staring into space. For the first time since I had arrived, the apartment took a disheveled look to it. I realized nothing really matched, it was just an armanentarium of furnishings.
"Boys, I am sorry," Charlie started. His voice was low, and controlled.
"Dad, let me..." Chuck said, but his Father raised his hand to silence him.
"Chuck, let me finish. I think it would be best if Justin left. I have given you boys two weeks longer than we agreed. I think it best, and that's it." Mr. Radburn turned his gaze to me and continued his dissertation, "Justin, I want you to understand that I don't think less of you. It would be best if you found somewhere else to go. Please, you have until the end of the week. If you need any money, I could help you out some."
"Thank you, Mr. Radburn, if I could make some phone calls, I will make arrangements to leave," I said, as politely as I could, as I held back my tears.
Chuck and I went back to our room. We sat in that tiny bedroom, staring off into time. Watching the world pass us by. The silence was only broken by the hiccoughs, caused by crying so hard. We fell into a deep sleep, together in the bed nearest the window.
Sirens blaring and traffic noises woke me from my restless slumber. The sunlight was peeking through the hole in the paper shade on the window. It was right in my eyes. I stirred, and felt Chuck wrap his arms around me.
"Justin, I want to go with you. I love you," he said, and tears were streaming down his face.
"Chuck, I love you, too. I don't know where I'm going to go. Hell, I don't even know how I am getting where it is I'm going," I said and began to whimper. I couldn't look into those dark eyes.
"I know this guy, he lives in St. Louis, he takes young guys in. We can call him. I met him last year. He's sort of a friend. Please, Justin, please." Chuck was starting to relax, there was the sound of hope in his voice.
"I guess, I mean, I don't want to be alone. I want to be with you," I said, and smiled at him through my tears of pain. He was so handsome.
"What time is it?" Chuck asked.
"A little before 8:00 in the morning," I replied.
"I think they might be in a different time zone. We'll wait an hour and call him," Chuck stated matter of factly. Like it was a plan to go to the zoo. Nothing too daring about this.
Well, boys, and girls, that's all she wrote. What is in store for our young heros? Do you like? Send me your comments Justin69SK@aol.com
My dear friends, this story was edited by a very special person, who has come into my life. He showed up on my net door. I am forever grateful to Ed, my editor. I only worry for you Ed, don't eat too much pie . Keep the faith, and my very best wishes for a long, long relationsip.