Justin's Story Part IV Chapter 21 ERW
Justin and Tony's Story Chapter 3 August 2, 2000
Written By: Justin Case
Disclaimer: Do I really need to go through all this with you? Ok, here it is: You have wandered onto a gay erotic site. The story you are about to read contains sexual material described in a most graphic style. If it is illegal for you to read this material you need to exit the site now. If the material offends you, because it involves beautiful sex between two of the same kind, too damn bad. Life is life. Oh yeah, in case you were wondering, I wrote this story, so if you think it sounds familiar; it ain't.
------------ Words from our Author: Hey, wassup? Oooh boy, I got some mail on this one. It seems, some of you are offended by the ages of Tony and I, while others are wanting more. All I can tell you is I make no apologies for my actions. I can assure you that I did in fact have sex, if you can call it that, at ten years old. I had an eight-year-old partner, my first time and an eleven-year-old my second time. I felt no shame in what we did. I just knew we couldn't tell anyone. We enjoyed the pleasures we gave one another. The reason we couldn't tell people was because they wouldn't understand. We kept it our secret; three boys that shared a secret. You know what? I don't think we were the first such boys to keep this a secret, nor do I think we will be the last.
Well, with that said, let's get on with the story. I love you all, and keep the letters coming! I still need help in setting up my web site; any takers?? Write me at: Justin69SK@aol.com
We climbed the stairs to the Battista apartment, with great effort. I had one of those huge, brown shopping bags, full of my stuff. Tony ran ahead of me, with Darlene and Joann lugged the baby up from behind.
"We're here! I want you boys to behave and leave your sister alone." Darlene bellowed, as she opened the door.
"Tell her not to bother us. We don't even want her in my room, do we, Justin?" Tony spoke in that child's way of making a statement and a question all at once. He gave me those 'puppy dog eyes'.
"We're going to play Mario." I explained.
"Yeah, on my TV, in MY room. So there, Joann." Tony teased triumphantly, as he ran two steps at a time theflight of stairs to his room, shouting after me. "Come on, Justin."
I followed him up the stairs. I couldn't help but think they were just like my family. I mean, they didn't seem to even like one another. Everyone was just a discomfort to the other. In my house, Jeremy and Jonathan were my discomfort, and I couldn't stand "What's His Name", anymore than he seemed to tolerate me.
I can remember, when I was younger, that I would watch television to escape. I would imagine my life was carefree like those of my television stars. I wished that in my life, when something went wrong, I would be loved for my mistakes. Instead, I always felt less than loved. I always dreamed I would be rescued. I guess I just always felt life could be better if I were somewhere else.
He threw open his bedrooms door and stood proudly in the center of it. "What do you think?" Tony asked, obviously looking for my approval.
I made a show, of carefully peering, with great interest. After all, I really wanted to be his friend. I saw a poster over his bed of a great wizard. The poster was done in shades of blue and gray, and I thought about King Arthur; it was one of my favorite stories.
"I love the wizard; it reminds me of Merlin." I smiled, pointing out the poster.
"I wish... I wish I had my own wizard." Tony sighed, looking at me with those deep set brown eyes and long lashes.
"Yeah, me, too. Then I could be whatever, and go wherever I wanted." I said, peaking Tony's interest.
"Where would you go?" He asked me.
I continued my glances around the room, as he pointedly slammed the door shut on the rest of the house. I noticed the walls were all different colors. Yellow, green, and dark blue stared at me from each wall. There were clothes all over the floor, and piles and piles of clothing were strewn about. I saw his dresser, drawers all dishelved, and clothes seemed to pour out of the half closed ones. I wished I could be so sloppy. I had to make my bed everyday. I still don't understand why. I'm just going to mess it up again when I go to sleep.
"I would go to the land of Hanalei," I decided. "You know, with Puff the Magic Dragon." I continued.
"What?" Tony exclaimed.
"I don't know. I just would go somewhere where I would feel happy." I wondered where I would really go.
Tony moved a pile of clothes off his bed for me to sit down. "Let's play Mario."
"OK." I agreed, saved by Mario.
"I'd like to be with Aladdin," Tony let me know, as he pushed a pile of personal attire to the floor.
We played the video game for what seemed like hours. I didn't care. I just wanted to be there, because I enjoyed being with him so much. I tried to do things for him to make him happy. If he reached for the controller, I would hand it to him. He would do the same thing. They were little, subtle gestures that let me know he thought I was special and I him. It became a game of sorts to see who could be nicer to the other.
"You hungry?" He asked, pausing the game.
"I don't know." I didn't want to commit. "You?"
"Kind of."
"I guess, I mean, if you are." I didn't want to spoil the fun.
Tony grabbed my hand and led me to the stairs. "Let's go down stairs, see what my mom has."
I could smell the spaghetti sauce. The aroma was scintillating and floated into the room as he opened the door. I suddenly felt ravished and could feel the pangs of hunger. I followed him without the least bit of resistance.
"Mom! Mom! When's dinner ready? We're starving!" Tony shouted, barreling down the stairs with me in tow.
"Yeah, I got it on the table. Help yourselves," Darlene offered.
I looked into the dingy kitchen, there was only one light on, so the room was dim. The whole apartment was in a total calamity. There were boxes everywhere, and piles of brick a brack, here there and all over. In the midst of the disorder, Tony and I each grabbed a plate of food and headed back to his room. Oh man, this would never go at my house; we could never take food into another room. The rule at my place is that no food should leave the kitchen or dining room at any time. Let alone, we could never live with all the clutter.
I have to tell you, no one can make spaghetti as good as Mom's. Darlene's was good, but paled compared to my mother's. You know something else? I hate eating spaghetti in front of other people. It is so hard to eat elongated pasta with a fork. I did my best and ate slow, but I still felt self-conscious.
We sat on Tony's bed, watching television and eating our Italian cuisine. He and I both liked the same shows, Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune, so we settled on them. In truth, I watched him more than the programs. I was feeling pretty good with Tony and just wanted to be in his company. I remember thinking that we would be best friends for life.
"What you looking at?" He quipped, startling me back from my trance like state.
"You," I shot back.
"Oh." He simply said.
"I like looking at you," I finally confessed.
He looked at me with those dark brown eyes, the long lashes batting up and down. "Why?"
"I don't know, I just do."
"Justin, am I good looking?" Tony asked so innocently. "I mean, what do you think?"
"Tony, you're handsome and cute, too," I assured him with all the seriousness I could muster.
"You really think so?"
"Yes, I do," I whispered.
"I think you are, too," he whispered back.
"Thank you." Was all I said.
"And you have a big dick, too," Tony giggled.
My face burned with embarrassment. I felt so guilty and I didn't know why. I wanted to touch him and feel his body. I wanted to be as close to him as I could possibly be. I felt ashamed of my thoughts, but I couldn't stop them.
"Can I see it?" Tony questioned intently. He was trembling.
"What?"
"You know, your dick." He repeated matter of factually. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."
"I guess, you go first." I stuttered, still blushing and trying to absolve myself of the guilt.
"Ok." He unbuckled his pants.
I watched him. I wanted to see him, but I was afraid. He pulled his blue jeans down, and flung them into one of the piles on the floor. Then he took off his shirt; he was standing there with just his little white briefs on. I couldn't help the extreme feelings of attraction to his body. He was so smooth and so cute.
"Now you," he chimed in.
I took off my shirt, and then my trousers. I sat back down on the bed with just my tightie whities on and could feel my organ begin to rise. I couldn't take my eyes off the beauty of Tony. He was looking at me; too, his eyes focused on the front of my underwear, where my cock was straining for release.
"Now," he announced, "the underwear." We'll do it at the same time. Ready. Go!" He quickly pulled his Fruit of the Looms down and kicked them aside.
I, on the other hand, moved much slower. My little four-inch friend was wide-awake, and I noticed Tony's was stretched out, too. He had a beautiful body and the cutest butt I've ever seen. He was hairless, of course. I was too until that year. His dick was two inches long and cut.
"Wow! Look at how big yours is!" Tony goggled excitedly. "You have some hair, too!"
"Yours will grow, and you'll get hair," I reassured him.
"Do you ever rub it?" He asked me, his brow creased seriously.
"Yeah" I said, feeling a little shame.
"Me, too. I love that feeling. I rub it sometimes on my pillow; I make believe it's a person," Tony confided in me.
"When you get hair, you shoot cream when you get the feeling." I explained to him.
"I know, I saw a dirty movie. The ice cream man took me to his house. We watched a dirty movie and then he sucked me," Tony continued to confide in me.
"Really? The ice cream man?" I asked, completely perplexed.
"Yeah, he's nice. He gives me free stuff all the time. He drives the ice cream truck that comes in the summer." Tony said, as he slowly reached down and touched my dick.
"Did you like it?" I asked, as I tried to keep to the subject at hand.
"Yeah, I guess. He didn't let me touch him, though," Tony said. "He just played with mine and sucked it." He started to stroke my cock.
"You mean, like you're doing to me?"
"Is it ok? I mean, if you want, I'll stop." He took his hand away.
"No, it feels good. I'd like to touch yours." My mouth was so dry.
"You want to get under the blankets?" Tony asked me, as he threw the covers back on the bed.
"Yeah.".
He got up, turned off the lights and television, then jumped into the bed. The two of us lay stark naked, side by side in his bed. It was heaven.
Well, that's the way it happened. That, was the real start of our long partnership. Don't worry; our story here has just begun. I will continue next time. I hope all in your life is bringing you happiness.
I'd like to thank my editor Joseph for his work. Keep it up babe, you're all right.