Justin's Story Chapter 3 3/24/00
Written by: Justin Case
About the story and author: Justin is a 17 year old fictional writer. He is from Connecticut, and has lived there most of his life. He has also lived in Texas, Louisiana, Virginia, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and New York. Justin spent some time in Germany, only six months. As you can see he is actually a world traveller. Justin has ammassed a tremendous amount of experience in what he writes us about. While it is fiction, it is based on actual events and places in his life. Some of the true things about him are, he really does come from a family of six, and really does drive a Chrysler Seabring, as well as, growing up in Enfield Connecticut. As for the rest of the story, well judge for yourself. Remember everything he writes is based on real people and places, they just not have happened in the sequence or place he writes, but they did happen.
Disclaimer: This story is the property of Justin Case, it was written by him, and created by him. You may copy it, but please give Justin the credit.
This story contains sexual content between gay teens, so if it is illegal where you are, you should leave this site. If you are offended we wonder why your here, and you should leave too. If you enjoy the story please contact Justin at his e-mail address: Justin69SK@aol.com let him know, and if you don't like the story you may contact him and let him know that. Well with all that said lets get on with the story:
I woke with the sun in my eyes, at first I didn't realize where I was. Then it all came rushing back to me, like a wave in the ocean. I was in bed with JT, Jon Thomas Serrimbelli, the guy I lusted for months. I looked at him, he was still sleeping peacefully. I watched his chest rise and fall as he lay there breathing. I watched his lips, his closed eyes, his arms... I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was breath taking to me, No matter how much I look at him I can't get enough. He makes me feel so vulnerable.
It was only a few moments but he started to stir, I was watching his eye lids as they started to flutter, and he reached out with his right arm and put it on my chest. I love the feeling I get when touches me, I feel so wanted, so needed and so loved. He looked up at me with those baby blues, and said "Good morning Justin, bro." "Did I tell you I love you." I couldn't believe my ears, this guy who I lusted after, this great guy wakes up and the first thing out of his mouth is he loves me. "No not yet, but I love you too." I said as a tear came to my brown eyes, and I sat up in his bed.
JT sat up, and looked me over, and said with excitement, "Hey bro, we have to get ready to go to Misquomocut, if your gonna drop by and talk with your Mom." He was right I had forgotten all about my other life. With all the booze we drank last night, I was suprised I didn't feel any after effects. He started tickling me, on my ribs, with both his hands, and I am quite ticklish. "Come on bro lets take a shower." he says. Yes I have been blessed, we are going to take a shower together now. I can't contain the feelings I have for JT, and begin to cry because I'm laughing so hard from his tickling me. Also because I feel so loved, and so safe with him like this. I have yearned for this feeling all my life, and here it is at my door. "I'm there with you bud." I say as I get out of bed, and he spanks me on the butt.
We get into the shower together, the water feels so sensual running over our two young bodies. I love the feeling of the spray over my face as it runs from the top of my head, to the tips of my toes. Actually though have you ever noticed, it really runs to the tip of your dick, never to your toes. As a matter of fact I always rinse my pelvis area last, because all the soap collects under my balls in a shower. I also always dry my crotch area last too.
JT is behind me and is lathering up my back with soap, the feelings are something I have never experienced. I haven't been given a bath since I was three or four, and that was by my Moms. My little friend Justin likes the feelings too, as he is wide awake, and by the feeling in my ass cheeks so is little Jon Thomas. I turned around to face JT, and looked him in the eyes as the stream of water surrounded us, and kissed him with all the passion I could muster. I held him close to me, and actually felt his heart beat through his chest. I loved the feeling of being so close to another person, the warmth of his body, the slickness of his smooth body there in the shower was as much as I could take.
We stayed in the shower together like that for what seemed like eternity. We started stroking each other with our young hands. The kisses were deep, and erotic. I wanted to taste my lover, I wanted him in my mouth right now. I dropped to my knees and put my lips on his hot cock. I was driven like a wild animal, it was pure instinct. I smothered his dick with my tounge. I used my right hand to stroke his penis while I moved my head up and down. I jiggled his scrotum with my left hand and lightly massaged those lucious balls with my fingers as I sucked him. He reached down and pushed my head up and down, and pumped his hips back in forth into my face. I stopped massaging his balls, and began to stroke my own dick with my left hand as I sucked him off. I was so horny, and completely taken by the moment. I could feel the beginnings of my climax, in my cock. The head was becoming sensitive as it swelled with the impending shot. I could feel JT tense his muscles, and knew he was close. I felt his almost seven inch cock swell in my mouth, and felt the head of his staff quiver. I pushed my head down all the way, and he started gushing hot cum into my mouth. Some of it I managed to swallow, but he kept spurting more than my mouth could hold. I began to come as well, my dick exploded, and stream after stream of my jiz flew out of the little hole in the head of my dick. JT reached down with both his arms and pulled me up to him and we kissed, his arms went around me while he held me there in the shower. I felt so at ease. "I love you Justin." he said to me, and I put my arms around him and looked him deep in those icy blue eyes, and said "I love you too Jon Thomas."
After the shower we dressed and got into my Seabring, and headed to my house.
I had to have that little meeting with my Moms and Sarah Jane. I can't beleive we actually have to set appointments to talk to each other. Don't most familys have dinner together or something like that? In my house we exist. Just exist.
We pulled into the driveway, this first Sunday in May was as beautiful as yesterday. Niel Jackson, the TIC FM radio personality was promising great weather continued through the week, as I shut the car off. We went into my house through the back door. We have a Harry Starr cape, a two story ranch if you ask me. We always come in the back door, the front door is reserved for people we don't know. If you know us, you come to our back door to be welcomed into our home. Most people that come are more welcome then the ones of us who live there. As I come through the kitchen Moms says, "Justin would you mind taking the trash out?", I look at the over flowing waste basket, I'm the only one of the six that can empty it. From the looks of it it should have been emptied yesterday while I was a work. "Sure Moms when I'm on my way back out, I'll do that."
I quickly make the introductions of JT to my family. "Whats his name" is sitting at the dining room table in "his" chair, drinking his morning coffee.
Its just a little afer 9:00, and I notice Sarah Jane is sitting at the table with some guy I've never met. My Moms says, "Justin, this is Phil, you sisters boyfriend." I notice this guy is wearing a uniform, a blue one, not a cops, no an Air Force uniform. I also notice Sarah looks a little dishelved. Nothing new for her though so I don't think much of it. That's when "Whats his name" bellows, or grunts "Lets us family go into the parlour." Parlour, most people call it the front room, or living room, not "Whats his name" he calls it the parlour. You'll never guess what he calls the couch, he calls the couch a "davenport". What the fuck is a davenport? Where does he live? Not in my house, he's in his own world somewhere between reality and denial.
We enter the "parlour" , "Whats his name" leads the troops, followed by Moms, with Sarah Jane and Phil behind her and me of course last. Poor JT is left in the dining room by himself. I wondered where Jeremy and Jonathan were, I didn't see any site of the hoodlums. "Whats his name" sits in "his" rocker, and Moms sits in her recliner. The recliner was a gift to "Whats his name" from Moms, but he's too tall to fit in it, so now its Moms. Life does have a way of punishing the bad. Sarah Jane and Phil sit on the sofa, and that leaves me standing. What the hell is this all about I wonder. My Moms starts the conversation, after she looks to "Whats his name" for the silent permission. Moms can never speak without his consent. I don't know whats worse, she does it, or she has to do it.
"Justin, ... I... uh... we have some news." Moms stutters, and stammers alot, but usually only on the phone. She seems to have trouble talking on the phone. I have never been able to figure that out. When your on the phone you can't see the other person, and I would think be more comfortable. Not Moms she stutters and stammers the minute she gets on the phone. I am standing there in the front room looking from person to person, but never making eye contract with "Whats his name". Moms continues, "Sarah is going to marry Phil next Saturday. We are going to have the reception here at the house. I've already talked with Father Johnson and he has agreed to marry them." Wow once she gets going she doesn't stop. I am floored, I don't know what to think. Sarah is only a senior in high school, isn't that kind of young to get married? "I'm really happy for you Sarah, congrats, to you to Phil, welcome to the family." were the words that came out of my mouth. I don't know where they came from, but they came out.
Not wanting to hold this kodak moment any longer I decided it was time to make my exit. I mean what did I have to do with Sarah Jane any way, we never talked to each other. We tolerated each other, but there was some fierce competition. The only times we were close was after she got beaten by "Whats his name". She never seemed to be there for me when I got my beatings. I think there is a jealousy that runs very deep between my sister and I. "Hey Moms do you mind if JT and I go to Misquomocut today?" as I say this "Whats his name" lets out a long breath, man does he breath heavy. I look over to him as he is patting the sweat off his chin with his hankerchief. He keeps a hankerchief in his back pocket at all times, and it is always folded. According the world of "Whats his name" hankerchiefs are not for blowing your nose, they are for wiping sweat from your face.
"Well I suppose Justin, but be careful." was Moms answer. That was it short and sweet and to the point. Don't you love all the affection flowing around my family. I was so excited, I ran up the stairs to collect my things and change my clothes. I was still wearing Jon Thomas's warm up suit. I grabbed my Nautica trunks, my best American Eagle T-shirt, and my Addida Superstars sneaks. Hey its the best I can afford on my lousy $6.45 and hour. Thank god for the Bob's sales. I quickly strip out of my new boyfriends warm up suit and dress in my own attire. My bathing suit is a royal blue and crimson red, my T shirt is yellow, and my Superstars are white with black stripes. I'm cool. I grab a towel, for the beach out of the bottom of the linen closet in the hall right outside the bathroom.
I bound back down the stairs, and go into the dining room. "Come on dude, we're out." I say to JT he starts to get up and I'm already half way out the door. When all of a sudden I feel this big burly hand grab me and pull me back into the kitchen. "You little shit," its "Whats his name" he's pushing my face into the waste basket, with his right hand and twisting my right arm up my back with his left. "OOOWW" I scream in pain. "You told you mother you'd take the trash out." he shouts as he pulls me up, and twists me around to face him. His bloodshot eyes are buldging out of his head. The sweat is dripping down his chin, and all I smell is his stale breath. He is like a lion, he waits for my littlest screw up and then pounces on me and tears me apart.
He picks me up, this six foot six, two hundred and sixty pound, size 14EE shoe, gorilla, picks me up by my underarms and throws my 114 lb body into the dining room. I fall off the wall like a crumbled piece of paper on the floor. He's not done with me. He reaches down, and picks me up and starts slamming me into the wall. "Why" slam, "Didn't" slam again, "You" slam, "take the trash out?" he screams into my face as he slams me into the wall, both my feet are about a foot off the floor. My mind is in a daze, I think about JT being there, and Phil these two outsiders, having to witness what is a regular weekend event. The beatings of Justin, in the Case household. Justin is the only one that does anything to deserve the beatings. He is a piece of shit, a worthless piece of shit.
I want to run, I want to hide. I want to escape this beating. I can't even answer him. I just forgot, I was so excited about going to the beach, but no words come out. They never do when he confronts me like this. I am overcome with fear, this man is huge, and his size alone scares me. He has hurt me so much I want to cry, but can't. "Now go empty the trash, you piece of shit." "Whats his name" hollers at me as he drops me to the floor. My mind is racing, what did Phil think of that? What did JT think? Here I was beaten and made to feel like a piece of the garbage I was about to bring out, and all I could think of was what these others were thinking. I slowly got up from the floor and carefully walked to the waste basket and took it out to the barrels, eptied it and returned the now clean basket to the kitchen. I looked over to JT who had been frozen in his place in the dining room and gave him a nod of my head to indicate lets get out of here. He understood and we made the escape.
I got behind the wheel of my car, and began to cry. It was like I had just gotten every beating from "Whats his name" at the same time. Every fear, all the pain, all the shame came out with those tears. "Whats his name" had manage to make me feel worthless, and full of guilt. It wasn't bad enough I had to deal with my sexuality alone, I had to deal with the regular beatings and abuse, as well. JT quietly reached for my right hand, and looked over to me and said, "Justin lets get the fuck out of here, I am so sorry for you. That man is a monster." I looked over to those soft blue eyes, and felt his warm hand embracing mine, and smiled between my sobs. I backed the convertable out of the drive, and we headed for the beach. Just the two of us, no one else existed in the world. I loved the sense of power I had when driving my car, and now the comfort that JT added to my world.
Well readers thats enough for now. This chapter was very draing for me. It gave me a chance to reflect on my life, and look inside myself. It was painful. It still is. I hope you liked it, and most of all I hope you like me. I go through my little life wanting to be loved, and wanting to love. Its really all I want. I have found my guy, and he gives me the solitude I need. He makes me feel at home. Please e-mail me with any comments you have, my address is Justin69SK@aol.com Thank you DJ for allowing me the chance to tell my story, and thank you readers for reading. Love to you all. Just, Justin