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Related post: Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 20:54:44 -0500 From: Writer Boy Subject: rebound - part 7Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:1) If reading this is in preteens in spandex any way illegal where you are or at your age, or you don't want to read about male/male relationships, go away. You shouldn't be here.2) I don't know any of the celebrities in this story, and this story in no way is meant to imply anything about their sexualities, personalities, or anything else. This is a work of pure fiction.Questions and commentary can be sent to "writerboy69hotmail.com". I enjoy constructive criticism, praise, and rational discussion. I do not enjoy flames, and will not tolerate them.That said, we now continue.***I continued to wonder what Justin and Pete had been talking about all through dinner, and I kept watching them over the top of my pizza and my can of soda, looking for clues. I didn't really catch any, but the two of them seemed to be getting along pretty well as they made small talk about Pete's classes. Pete asked Justin a little about recording, and how they make a record, and I listened as well, curious to hear about it. I knew nothing of studios and tracks and mixing boards, so it was all a little interesting, but I was more interested in their interplay. The two of them made eye contact several times, but Justin seemed uncomfortable meeting my eyes, except when Pete wasn't looking. I wondered what had happened, but the two of them seemed to have come to some sort of companionable understanding. I just wished I knew what it was.After we finished the pizza, we all washed our hands (nobody was handling books in my store with greasy fingers), and Justin did the dishes and wiped down the table while Pete and I started wheeling boxes out of the storeroom on the handcart, dropping them near the shelves they were supposed to go on. We stored some books in the back, but seductive preteen models for the most part we stored the extras on top of the shelves, out preteen naturism pics of reach of the customers, but up where we could see them. After we dropped the boxes on the first floor Pete and I began carrying them up boy preteen tgp to the second floor, and Justin tried to help, grabbing the preteen nonude gallery next one off the cart."Where does this go?" he asked, holding it. He'd pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, and I could see veins snaking across his forearms."Upstairs," Pete said. "Drop it by the children's section.""Where's that?" Justin asked, starting up the steps."Look around," Pete answered. "You'll find it.""Justin, you don't have to help us stock," I said quickly, following him up the stairs. I grabbed the box, but he wouldn't let go of it. "Justin.""I want to help," he said, shaking his head."You don't have to," I repeated. "It's stupid. You're a guest. Go sit down and read something, or, I don't know. I didn't invite you over to put you to work.""Look, I said I want to help, ok?" he said, still gripping the box tightly. We were about to tumble down preteen russians pussy the stairs. "You want me to just sit dreamgirl pre teen there and watch you guys stock the shelves? That's stupid.""You don't even know where anything is," I said, shaking my head. "It's Pete's job to do this, and mine. We have it under control. You don't need to do this.""And you don't need to treat me with kid gloves all of a sudden," Justin said, wrenching the box away from me."Justin, you don't preteen search nn owe me anything, ok?" I said. I didn't want him to think I expected anything from him, but something else was bothering me, too. I felt uncomfortable suddenly with having Justin around, staying with me, and now helping out in the store. I kept thinking in the back of my mind about what Pete must be thinking, and what the others would say. I felt like I'd let Justin in too quickly, and it bothered me, as stupid as it sounded."Chris," Pete said sharply from behind me, standing on the steps with what had to be a heavy box. "He wants to help. Let him help, and both of you, get out of the way.""Sorry," I said quickly, walking away.I circled around the railing and went back down the other stairs, leaving Justin and Pete to work up there while I started setting up displays and unloading boxes on the first floor. The two of them kept talking as they worked, but I worked in silence, eventually popping a CD into the store system to distract me. I preteens nipple pics still felt uncomfortable with Justin being here the more that I thought about it, and wondered what the hell I'd been thinking when I impulsively invited him to stay. When we finally finished, Pete bid us both a good night, and let himself out with his key. Justin picked up his bags."Time to go upstairs?" he asked, smiling tentatively."Yeah, let's go," I said, leading him through the storeroom.I unlocked the back door of the storeroom and led Justin into the stairwell, locking the door again behind me and arming the building alarm system. At the top of the stairs, which were a little narrow, I unlocked the loft and stepped in, letting Justin follow me inside."Wow," he said, looking preteenz preteenz around. "This is really, um, it's really nice. It's not what I expected."I looked around, wondering what he was expecting. The floors were nice, hardwood, which I'd discovered with the contractor when we peeled up the linoleum after Matthew died. I'd broken up the separate areas with large rugs, except for the kitchen, which I left tiled for cleanup, and the little gym area where I had my treadmill and exercise bike. I'd put down hq nude preteens a square of indoor outdoor carpet there, in case I dripped sweat on it, and there was a runner of carpet connecting my bedroom cubicle to the bathroom, so that I wouldn't have to walk on cold floors in the middle of the night. I'd had the bathroom walls built out of those cubes of glass, so that light got in, but you really couldn't see inside. The glass walls of my bedroom were clear, but I had curtains on the inside for privacy, and I remembered that I would have preteens assian to close them tonight for mine and Justin's benefit, so that we could both have our own space."What do you mean?" I asked, checking the phone. No messages from April, or from anyone else. I dropped my keys on the table next to the phone, and walked over to the couch."I guess, I don't know, when I think of a loft I think of something a little grungy or something, like thrown together," Justin said, walking around. There were hanging lights on the binaries preteen ceiling that could be switched on in sections to discreetly christmas angels preteen light the different areas, and I flicked on the ones over the living room. "This is a lot cooler, like a house, but with no walls or anything. And the view!"Justin walked over to the windows as lesbian preteen video he said it, and they were the crowning feature of the apartment, one I'd been happy to preserve. They were tall, soaring multipaned glass, twelve feet high. They'd all been resealed, to keep the place from being drafty, and being on the third floor meant that I got a lot of heat from below in winter, so I didn't have to worry about the high ceilings killing my utility preteen feet links bills. I'd had a wide sill built all the way around, so that wherever you preteens forum pass were in the apartment, on any of the four sides, you could sit by the glass and stare out at the city. I turned away, my eyes catching a picture of Matt and I on the bookcases. There were six pictures of us over there, on different shelves, and I looked at all naked art preteens of them, preteen sex japanese swallowing thickly. All this talking with Justin had put Matt in my head again, and he was weighing heavily there."Chris?" Justin asked quietly from right behind me, startling me. I turned, trying to cover it, but Justin caught it. "Sorry.""What's up?" I asked, taking a step back away from him. I covered it by walking toward the living room square, sitting in one of the armchairs so that I wouldn't have to sit by him."Did I do something wrong?" Justin asked, standing with his hands in his pockets."What do you mean?" I asked neutrally."Did I do something wrong?" he asked again. "Because, preteen with dog I don't know, I thought you and I were ok. We talked, we hung out, we had that really great day together, and now all of a sudden you're snapping at me again. It's like when we first met at the airport, and I wanted to know what I did."I was about to tell him it wasn't like that, but he was right. I had been snapping at him, and I'd even admitted it to myself earlier, too. I just didn't really think he'd pick up on it so quickly. I kept underestimating him, and I should really stop doing that."I'm sorry, Justin," I said, looking down. "I know I've been a little snappy with you tonight, and it's because I'm an asshole.""Huh?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. He dropped to his knees, jeans stretching tightly across his thighs, so that we were eye to eye. "Chris, what's wrong?""You," I answered, and he sucked in his breath in surprise. "I'm being a dick because of you."I stood up quickly, walking away from him into one of the darker parts of the loft, staring out the windows. Justin stood, standing under the lights, watching me. I could see him reflected in the window glass, his face turned a little best preteen galleria down at the edges."I don't understand," he said finally. His voice was tight, and I though I heard a little tremble. "Please, what did I do?""Nothing, Justin," I said, shaking my head. "Nothing that deserves treatment like I gave you. Do you know how many people have been in this loft since Matthew died?""I don't know," Justin answered, shrugging. "Twenty? Thirty? You must have a lot of friends.""I do, but I go to their houses and their apartments," I answered. "If I go out at all. Nine people have been in here. Only nine. April, her parents, my parents, Michelle, Meg, Pete, and Julie. preteens shaved That's it.""Why?" Justin asked, looking around. "You could fit like fifty people up here. Your table seats eight.""I don't, I'm not good with people, vera preteen nude Justin," I answered tiny preteen chill finally. "I never have been. Matt was the one who was social, and without him, I've just preteen blog nn kind of shut boy preteen pretty down. It's, it's just hard for me, Justin, ok? I've been thinking all along about your walls, and I forgot about mine, and I guess when my brain rika preteen hc realized you were sliding behind them, they all went back up. I'm sorry."Justin sighed, looking at his feet."I understand," he said finally. "I feel kind of the same way. I told you before, it's hard to talk to people. It's hard for me to get used to people, and I, it was hard to talk to you. It felt better to let it out, and to have you listen, but it was hard for me, too, and you didn't push it. That matters to me, a lot, Chris. I guess what I'm trying to say is I respect your walls. Pete and I talked about them, sort of.""What?" I asked, preteen boys undressing turning around."When you went to park the car," Justin said, blushing. "He, uh, he asked what my intentions were toward you.""What?" I blurted again. I'd kill preteen nude tiny him. I'd kill all of them. Pete wouldn't have thought of that on preteen hentai xxx his own. "What did you tell him?""I said I wanted to be your friend," Justin said, and I remembered earlier thinking about how preteen suppermodels nn much I wanted to be his friend, too. young underground preteen This couldn't be a bad thing, this being friends with him. I just had to take it slow. "I also had to promise not to fuck you up.""I've never heard you swear before," I said, smiling."I don't do young photos preteens it a lot," he said, grinning as well. "And it wasn't me who said it.""Come on, let's get that couch unfolded," I said, walking over to it. It was kind of late, and moving all those boxes left me a little more tired than I thought. Justin was yawning as well, and I wanted him to be able to rest, since he was supposed to be relaxing. "Are we ok?""Yeah, I think so," Justin answered. "If you want me to go somewhere else tomorrow, I can find another place.""No," I said, shaking my head. His asian preteens bright blue eyes were widely solemn. "Not unless you want to. I naked 10yr preteen invited you to stay here, and sex preteenie if you want to, I want you to stay.""Then I will," Justin said, smiling again.After we got the couch unfolded I showed Justin where all the lights were, and then I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and took care of my other business. When I came out, Justin had changed into a candid young preteens pair of pajama bottoms decorated with the Calvin Klein logo, and a clinging white beater. He was barefoot, his back to me, as he looked through his suitcase for something, probably his toothbrush, and I walked quickly to the bedroom."Good night, Justin," I said, shutting my door."Good night," he called, as I pulled the curtains all the way around. The inside of the bedroom alcove was pretty roomy. I had a large bed, an armoire, and a pair of tables with bed lamps. There was room to walk around and get changed in the large open area at the foot of the bed, and I was just about to turn the lamps off when Justin tapped softly at the door. "Chris?""Yeah, Justin?" I answered, opening the door. He stood in front of me, barefoot, and the rest of the loft was dark behind him."I just wanted to say thank you for everything," Justin said. "For listening to me, and making me feel better, and giving me a nude preteen latinas place to stay, and for lollita preteens apologizing for something you shouldn't have to apologize for, since you wouldn't have acted that way if I wasn't here. I'm kind of glad April isn't here, because you're a nice guy, Chris, and I, well, I need more friends like you.""I'm not that nice, Justin," I said, smiling a little. "But you're welcome.""Yes you are," Justin said, suddenly wrapping me in a hug. preteen free clips His arms were strong around me, and his preteen young free grip was firm. "You're a really nice guy. I'd be lucky to have a guy like you.""Good night, Justin," I said, quickly, pulling away a little."Good night," he whispered, giving me a last squeeze before he hurried into the darkness, blushing.I closed the door and flicked off the lights, trying not to shameless preteen boy think about what he'd just said, and what it might have meant. He said friend, and that was it, nothing more. I kept thinking about it as I pulled off my clothes, stripping down to my boxers, even though I wanted to think of anything else. In the dark, I could almost feel Justin's large hands brushing over my shoulderblades as he squeezed me tightly, hugging me goodnight. I slid into bed, glancing at the nightstand I couldn't see, and the picture of Matt and I on it that I knew was there. Eventually I fell asleep.I woke up just before my alarm clock went off, and dug through my closet to find a bathrobe. I didn't usually have a need for one, since I tended to just pad angel preteen bbc around the loft in boxers or a towel or whatever I happened to have on, but I didn't want Justin to wake up and spot me walking around naked on my way back to the shower. I couldn't say for sure why that bothered me, since I'd been naked in locker rooms with lots of my male friends before, but I just didn't feel comfortable doing it in front of Justin. Somehow it seemed wrong, like hugging him last night had seemed wrong, too. I knew he was just looking for comfort, to feel better about everything that was going on with him, and that was completely understandable, right? When he'd said he'd be lucky to have a guy like me, he'd meant a friend, and that was all. I was preteen fre porn just tired, and misreading him again. I kicked off my boxers, pulled on the robe, and walked down teen movies preteen the runner to the bathroom.After I was showered and dressed, I hastily made my bed, something I didn't usually do. There was no point when you were just preteen cute kittens going to get back in it again, and nobody was preteen bikini nonude going to come upstairs to see it. When I was done I went back out into the loft, walking quietly, carrying my shoes in my hand so that preteen nymphet 5yo they wouldn't make noise on the pieces of floor between the rugs. I peeked carefully over the top of the couch to check on sweet preteen panties Justin, and smiled. It was nice to see him completely relaxed, his face smooth, mouth open a little. The covers were pulled tightly around him, and he was trying to bury his face in a pillow, as if escaping the light. One bare shoulder rose above the covers, smooth and tanned, and I reached down and caught the edge of the comforter in my fingers, pulling it back over him. He made a little noise, and squirmed a preteen penpals little, wourld preteen burrowing preteen nymphets star in tighter, and I smiled again. He was kind pre teens bbs of preteen good models cute like that, all sleepy and innocent, sunlight just starting to stream through the windows, catching in his amber lashes.I spent a minute or two going through the phone table, until I found the other preteens sex zoo set of apartment keys. They tinkled softly, and I tried to muffle them, not wanting to wake him up, as I pulled them out and looked at them, swallowing the lump in my throat. I'd forgotten that they had a Toronto keychain, a memento from another trip with Matt, and I glanced around at the nearest picture of him a little preteen teenies little guiltily, knowing that he'd just watched me watching Justin sleep. Matthew would never have disapproved of me having a new friend, or of taking care of someone who needed help, but I still felt a flush creeping over my skin as I remembered hugging Justin in the doorway of my bedroom the night before. It wasn't so much that I'd hugged him. The reason I felt guilty is that I liked it.I pulled the keychain off, dropped it back into the drawer, and left Justin a note on the door of the loft before I went downstairs to start the opening chores."Justin-I didn't want to wake you this mini tiny preteen morning, so I snuck out without saying anything. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry. Towels are in the tall cabinet in the bathroom, and you can just drop it in the hamper when you're done. If you want to check your russians preteen nude e-mail, the computer is on. I'll be downstairs all day, so come down if you're bored or free preteen defloration you need something. If you just want to stay in and call people or hang out or whatever, videos and dvd's are in the bottom of the entertainment center. I don't have any video games, but there are games on the computer. (Don't kill my Sims, please!)Hope you slept ok, and I'll be done working around dinner bald pussy preteen time if I don't see you before then.ChrisPS: Here's my cell number, in case you need something but don't want top100 preteens pictures to come downstairs."I figured he'd be ok with that, and met Michelle down on the first floor as she began bringing the bakery boxes in."Running preteen nudism photo a little behind this morning," she said, smirking. "Late night?""Well, Pete and I did have all that stocking to do," I said, shrugging, as I went to get the newspapers. "Good morning to you, too.""I heard you guys had a little model philippine preteen help," Michelle said, filling up the case, her voice a little playful. She was a black wraith in hanging lacy wraps this morning, one preteen panties sex even wrapped around her head like a turban."Don't you guys have lives?" I asked, shaking my head. "Do you have nothing better little preteen sweeties to do than call each other and gossip?""Actually, I ran into Julie in my lobby, oh defensive one," Michelle said, shaking her head. "That happens sometimes, what with she and I living in the same building, you know? She just mentioned that, you know, you had a houseguest. How's that working out for you?""What is everyone's young preteen titties problem?" I snapped, wheeling the empty handcart back into the storeroom. "Why do all asian nonude preteen four of you have something to say about this? OK, I hung out with a friend. OK, he's going to stay with me for a little bit. What the hell is the big deal?"Michelle sighed, shaking her head, and I wanted to smack her."What?" I snapped, starting to take the chairs down as she switched on the coffee machines. "Just say it.""OK," she said, crossing her arms. "None of us have a problem. It's a little amusing, preteen modelss actually. I mean, you were all pissy about having to pick him up, and then the two of you get in not one, but two fights, but now all of a sudden you're hanging out and he's sleeping on your couch. Like I said, we're a little amused, but none of us really have much of a problem with who you hang out with and what you do with them. The only one who really seems to have a problem, actually, is you, so maybe I should bounce that question back at you. What's the big deal, Chris?"I sat down on the edge of the gay preteen thumbs counter, and she came and sat next to me."I don't know," I said finally. "I just, he's not as bad as I thought, like I told you guys yesterday. He really is a nice guy.""But?" she asked, waiting. preteen picture newsgroup "I hear one coming.""I don't know," I said, shrugging. "I realize I barely preteen bikini modes know him, but he and I seem to really connect sometimes. We're really different, but we seem to think about a lot of things the same way, and it's just kind of nice to have someone to talk to.""I still hear that 'but' that preteens girls yr you're not saying," Michelle said, tapping a nail on the counter."I feel guilty," I said, looking down. That was the truth, finally, behind everything else. "I've been hanging out with a nice guy, having a good time, and even though nothing's going on, nothing like that, I still feel bad. I feel bad for going out and having fun, or, actually, I feel bad for going out and having fun with someone else."Michelle nodded, and then awsome preteen model got up, walking away from cute preteens mpg me."You filipina preteen sex know what you need?" she said, walking behind the counter as I finished putting the chairs down. I best pics preteens looked at her questioningly, waiting. "You need some coffee, and maybe a nice cheese Danish.""That's it?" I said, confused. I'd forgotten, for a second, that as a bitter Goth girl she wasn't allowed to be directly nice to anyone. "I tell you I feel teenage preteen nude guilty and you tell me to have some coffee?""It'll help you think," she said, pouring one for me and one for herself. She dropped cream in mine, knowing how I liked it, and preteens sex download pushed it across the counter. I'd pick it up after I unlocked the front doors. "And you have a lot to think about.""I know," I sighed, flicking on the lights. "Pop something japenese preteen gallery calm into the stereo? Pete and I had Greenday in there last night.""Sure," she said, leaning into the storeroom, where the sound system was. "You know, Chris, Matthew wouldn't mind you having a friend."I froze, staring at her back."I know you're about to snap at me for preteen lust preteen nature models bringing him up, but one of us has to," Michelle said quietly. "Matthew wouldn't want you to sit up in your apartment without ever talking to anyone. He'd want you to go out and live your life and have fun.""Would he?" I asked icily. I knew what she meant, and that she meant well. The five of us in the store had started together, and when Matt was gone we mourned him together. Michelle might have been the only one who would say this, the only one who would be this direct with me, but I knew that if she was saying it, they were all thinking japan horny preteen it."Yeah," Michelle answered, turning around, her eyes locking on mine. "He would. The problem isn't Matt, Chris. It's you, and how you feel, and that's what you need to think about."It was hard to argue preteens sleeping topless with someone who was right.I spent the day helping people and doing the general sort of tasks that always popped up, but I also spent it thinking. Michelle was right, in a way. I'd known all along that Matt wouldn't care if I made a new friend, or how much I hung out with him. I'd known that last night, when I apologized to Justin for snapping at him. It wasn't cock hungry preteens that I liked Justin as a person that was really bothering me. It was that, just a little bit, I could kind of see the possibility that I might like him a little more than that, or that there was at least the potential that I might. It preteen pure nude was hard to explain, even to myself. I didn't like Justin as more than a friend, or at least I didn't think I did, but I could see that someday, I nn directory preteen might, and I felt guilty hairy nude preteen about that. I felt bad for thinking about someone who wasn't Matt.Part of that problem was Justin himself. He japan preteens models was cute. There was no denying that. He was in great shape, and he had this energy and enthusiasm about him. His whole face lit up when he smiled, but when he preteen sex blog frowned, it was like hitting a dimmer switch. He was a lot smarter than I had initially given him credit for, too, and had a little more depth. I realized that I hadn't really seen Justin, the real Justin, until yesterday when we'd talked about him. Before then I had seen the one I wanted to see, and had painted everything he did to fit the picture of who I thought he was supposed to be. Now that I'd seen behind that, seen a little bit of who he was and what he was really like, I had to admit that under different circumstances I might horny preteen girls actually be a little bit interested in him, or could be.We weren't under different circumstances, though. Justin was a young guy from preteen pussy comic a different world. He was interested in a friend, and someone preteens model toplist to listen to him, not in some old guy who thought he was cute. And I wasn't interested, either. I loved Matt, and I wasn't going to betray preteens nude nice his memory by going after the first cute guy who wandered by and seemed a little interested in me. Actually, that wasn't true, either. Lots of guys had hit on me since I lost Matthew. Working in a bookstore you met guys all the time, and every once preteen erection in a while one of them expressed an interest, but I never reciprocated. I wasn't interested in them, any of them. The reason I was feeling so torn up now, though, so snappish and confused, was that I felt a little interested. I felt a little spark of something, and I didn't understand what I should do with that feeling, or even if I should do anything. Michelle was right. I needed to think, and I tried to all day, but my thoughts just seemed to circle themselves in my skull, leading me nowhere.Why couldn't April have just stayed here and entertained her friends herself?Justin didn't come down all day, and by lunchtime he had kind of drifted out of my thoughts as we fell into our daily routine. Julie was the morning shift today, and she kept trying to convince Michelle and I that we should have the poet from the other night back for another reading, because she was just about to publish another book. >From a business sense, I could see the point of having her back, especially since she'd brought so many potential customers with her, but from a personal perspective, I couldn't think of anywhere I wanted to be less than at a second reading. Michelle seemed to feel the same way, but Julie just wouldn't give up, and I wondered how long it would take to wear us down."Just think about it!" she called as I walked through the storeroom to the stairway doors just before dinner. Julie was about to leave, and Meg snickered as she hung up her jacket in the back."Maybe," I said. "And I'm only giving it a maybe if you line up someone else before then, someone a little less, well, a little porno fresh preteens less like her. Good night, ladies. Call if you need me.""We won't need you," Michelle said, smirking.I shook my head, climbing the stairs. When I opened the door, two things struck me. The first was that my apartment smelled like food, not like gourmet food or anything, but like someone was cooking, and I saw a couple of pots on the stove. The second was that I didn't own any music like what I was listening to, and as I watched Justin's back, where he stood in front of the sink in a t-shirt and jeans, barefoot, I realized that he was beatboxing and dancing along. When I closed the door he jumped, stopping and turning around to grin."Hey," he said, smiling. He began walking over toward me."Hey," I said, nodding toward the stove. "What's all this?""I was making dinner, and I thought I might make you some, too," Justin answered. "It's not fancy, because, free preteens boy you know, I don't know how to cook. Hot dogs, mac and cheese, some beans I found in a can in your cabinets. I wanted to do something nice for you.""Justin, you don't have to do anything nice for me," I said, shaking my head. He daddy masturbation preteen surprised me by hugging me tightly, and I stood, unsure of what to do."I know, but I wanted to thank you," Justin whispered, his head on my shoulder. "I wanted to say thanks for being so good to me, and for being my friend, and for, well."He didn't say anything, art preteen boy holding me tightly, and I thought about how warm he was, and how strong his arms preteen prostitutes felt, and how good he smelled. Justin carefully pulled back, his arms still around my shoulders, and I stared into his bright blue eyes, hot looking preteen frozen."I want to be nice to you because I like you," Justin whispered, and then I felt his lips flutter across mine, light and quick.***To be continued.
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