Justin's Rock

Chapter 1-2

“I could do with coffee,” Justin said. “How about you guys?”

“I’m coffeed out,” Brody said.

“I could use a cup,” Gary said, yawning.

“Yeah, it looks like you could.”

“Well, Jus, you know how to do it.”

“Okay.”

As Justin spooned coffee into the filter, Brody asked, “So, what’s up with you guys this morning?”

“Oh,” Justin said over his shoulder, “Gary’s concert was Thursday night, and it was great. A really hot gay dude from Windsor was the guest conductor.”

“Come on, how do you know he was gay?” Brody asked. “Your famous gaydar?”

Gary chuckled. “Well, in this case, everybody knows the guy’s gay.”

“But hey, don’t put down my gaydar. I’ve got a pretty interesting picture to prove how good it is.”

Gary laughed out loud and Brody blushed.

“Don’t rub it in, twerp!”

“Call me twerp again, and I might have to show the pic around.”

He was talking about a very embarrassing picture of Brody, taken to pay off a bet about the reliability of his gaydar. Brody had bet Justin the previous summer that Dave Cromer was straight. And now Brody and Dave were a couple.

Thinking it best to change the subject, Justin said, “Gary’s got some news, too.”

“What’s that?” Brody asked.

“I’ve been accepted at Indiana University, which was my first choice.”

Brody got off the stool and hugged Gary. “Congratulations, guy! I’m happy for you. They must have a good music school, huh?”

Gary looked flustered. His pale skin blushed easily, and he was reddening at that moment. “Yuh, yeah,” he stammered, “it’s a great school, and I think it’s the right place for me.”

“Now,” Brody said, looking at Justin and raising an eyebrow, “if we could just get this guy to get off the pot and make up his mind…”

Justin grinned. “Get off my back, okay? I’ll make up my mind before they revoke my admission, or whatever it is they do when you wait too long to respond.”

Later, after they’d finished their coffee, Justin asked, “Sarge, what are you doing this afternoon? Are you and the studly Dave gonna spend the afternoon f*****g?”

Brody chuckled. “Someday, Jus, your mouth’s gonna get you in big trouble. But for your information, the studly Dave and I are gonna plant shrubs this afternoon. He’s got a contract to do the planting around one of the new houses in the Castlemaine subdivision, and the rain earlier this week put them behind. He and I are gonna do some work so his regular crew can have the weekend off.”

“Oh, man, I can just see the two of you in your work boots and jeans, all muddy and sweaty! Hot, hot, hot!”

“Be still my heart!” Gary said, putting the back of his hand against his forehead in a theatrical manner.

“We need to get a hose and wet down you randy little fuckers,” Brody said, laughing. “There’ll be mud and sweat, sure enough. But the sexy part comes later, when we shower together and then get it on.”

“Jesus!” Gary exclaimed.

“Yeah, Sarge, you’re talking to a couple of horny teens here. No need to make the picture even sexier.”

“You’re the one that brought up the topic…twerp. So what are you guys up to when you leave here?”

Justin grinned. “Well, we were planning to go to the mall, grab some lunch, and see a flick. Now I’m thinking maybe we should find a private place and get naked.”

Gary groaned.

Brody laughed. “Yeah, the pheromones in here are pretty thick. What’s gonna happen when you two are on different campuses?”

“Good question,” Gary said.

“Uh, yeah, we haven’t worked that out yet,” Justin said, having lost some of his self-assurance. Then he looked at Gary. “So, what do you say, ready to head out for the mall? I think I could manage a Whopper or two. How about you?”

Gary grinned. “Yeah, a whopper sounds good.”

Laughing, Brody said, “You two aren’t fooling me. I just wonder if either of you has a whopper to chew on.”

“You had your chance to find out, jarhead,” Justin said, grinning. “And as for my friend here, I’ll never tell.”

“Well, guys, have fun.”

“Oh, we will, won’t we, Gare?”

Gary just blushed and shook his head.

In Justin’s car, Gary said, “You’re bad, you know that? I never know what you’re going to say, and sometimes I want to jump in a hole and pull it in after me.”

Justin snickered. “My hole isn’t that big, dude, as you know. So, are you really hungry? And do you really wanna go to a movie this afternoon?”

Gary licked his lips and grinned. “Well, my folks are gone for the day. Won’t be back until late tonight. We could go to my place after lunch and then go to the mall tonight.”

“Lick your lips again and we won’t make it to the BK.”

* * * *

They made quick work of their burgers, fries, and colas. When they got to the Kellers’ house, they ran up to Gary’s room, where they shed their clothes as two teens will when they’re getting ready to have s*x. They’d done leisurely strip teases for each other before, and each had slowly removed the other’s clothing. This time, however, it was simply a matter of getting naked as quickly as possible.

Gary pulled the duvet and top sheet off the bed. When he had done so, Justin pushed him back onto the bed and fell on top of him. Their faces were together and they began to kiss. But because of the difference in their height, Justin could feel Gary’s hot, rigid c**k along the bottom of his balls and his perineum, the head just poking into his ass crack. His own tool was mashed against Gary’s abdomen. Stimulated from the tip of his p***s all the way to his anus, he felt ready to explode. But that wasn’t what he had in mind. Not yet.

Pushing his knees into the mattress, he raised his hips. Gary’s now-free c**k flopped up, smacking against his own stomach. Justin lowered himself once more, and the two boys ground their pelvises against each other as they eagerly explored each other’s mouths to the accompaniment of moans and grunts. Long before either of them was ready for it to happen, both powerfully unloaded their seed. Justin, who’d been resting his weight on his elbows, collapsed onto Gary. Then he wiggled around a little, enjoying the slippery feeling of the warm semen trapped between their chests and abdomens. Gary giggled and they lay still.

After a few minutes, Gary wrapped his arms around Justin and rolled them both over onto their sides.

“That was great, ba—uh, Jus, but I couldn’t breathe.”

“Sorry.”

They lay there content, enjoying the warm haze that comes at such times.

And they awoke three hours later.

“Geez, man, we’re stuck together.”

“Ouch! Damn!”

They pulled apart, breaking the patches of dried semen.

“I didn’t think I was sleepy, but that was nice. I always sleep best when your arms are around me,” Gary said.

Justin turned his head and licked his friend’s ear. “Yeah. You wanna take a shower or are we gonna f**k?”

They chose the second option and then they showered.

* * * *

Justin and his dad had resumed their habit of running together before breakfast as soon as the winter snow cover melted and they were able to run on more or less dry pavement.

When Justin was little, Larry had taught him how to hold a bat, had taken him to his T-ball and later little league games whenever his teaching schedule permitted. As he grew older, Larry took him to Detroit and Cleveland to see big league games several times a summer. Father and son had always enjoyed each other’s company.

Like Moira, Larry had been perfectly accepting and supportive after Justin had come out to them. Both parents had been truly surprised when he told them, when he was fifteen. They say parents often have a sense when they have a gay child, but Justin had been all boy, an excellent athlete. Whatever they may have felt privately, they didn’t even make him feel guilty by talking about the grandchildren they’d hoped for. Justin had pretty much fought his own battles so far as being gay was concerned, but he always knew his folks were there whenever he needed them.

They never complained when he got his ears pierced and began to wear a small stud in each ear. They didn’t even complain when, in his junior year he let his hair grow long and began wearing it in a pony tail—though they both told him they were happy when, after he met Brody, he started wearing it short again.

Sometimes as Larry and Justin ran, the only sounds were those of traffic and their feet slapping on the pavement. Sometimes they talked.

“So, Gary’s going to Indiana,” Larry said.

“Uh huh.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“I’m glad for him. It’s where he really wants to go.”

“And being apart won’t be a problem for you two?”

“Well, it’s pretty much in the cards, isn’t it, Dad? I mean, I don’t want to go there, so we’re gonna have to be apart.”

“From what you’re telling me, it sounds as if you and Gary aren’t as close as I thought you were.”

“s**t, Dad! I’m trying to be mature here, to do the grown-up thing. Gary wants me to come to Bloomington with him. But I just can’t see it.”

“Don’t be upset with me. I’m only trying to understand.”

“Okay. Sorry.”

“Have you decided where you do want to go to college?”

“What’s wrong with Colby State?”

“Well, for one thing, your old man’s on the faculty here. And not only that, if you’re really serious about majoring in architecture, you’d be in my department.”

“Is that a problem for you?” Justin turned his head toward his father and smiled.

“Not at all. I just thought it might be one for you.”

“Would you be happier if I went to Case Western or Carnegie Mellon?”

“They both have excellent departments. So does OSU. Don’t worry about what I want. Just do what you want, Son, please.”

“Okay. I know I have to make a decision soon. I promise I’ll think about it.”

“You really need to s**t or get off the pot, you know.”

Justin laughed.

“What’s funny?”

“That’s just what Brody said when he was lecturing me on the same subject.”

“Do you think I’m lecturing you?”

“No,” Justin said. “I’m sorry. I know you just want what’s best for me. Like I said, I’ll figure it out soon, okay?”

“Okay, dude,” Larry said, grinning at him. Then he speeded up and talk ended. Justin kept pace as they sprinted for home.