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Good Afternoon Ch. 02

By: Dionyus



(If you haven't read part 1, you should before reading part 2.)

Justin put the towel over his head and rubbed his hair vigorously. The smell of the clean towel reminded him of when he was a little boy, how he liked the way clean clothes and stuff smelt. He could see his Mom telling him to hold out his arms and then give him a big pile of clothes to put away. That was one of his chores to help his Mom. He smiled at the thought and continued to rub the towel over his medium length wavy hair. When he got his hair somewhat dry, he pulled the towel off his head and looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. It was one of those mirrors that was the door to a medicine chest. The metal frame was beginning to show signs of age and wear, in particular where the handle use to be. He rubbed the fog off then mirror with the towel and saw his disheveled hair and young clean face staring back at him. Yeah, he was a very attractive guy and he knew it. He ran his fingers through his hair and stroked it several times to put it more into place. As he finished drying himself, he watched in the mirror as though he was watching someone else. "You are going to nail that interview tomorrow." he said to his reflection before he turn away and headed back to the bedroom. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he hooked the wet towel on the hook next to the door.

He gathered his clothes from the floor and as he did so, Marty's voice being raised and agitated, caught his attention, so he strained a bit to hear what he was saying. 

"I told you I wouldn't do that again, dam it!" Marty was obviously pissed, "If you ask me to do that again, I will come over there and bust you in the chops." 

There was a short pause, Justin was sitting on the edge of the bed slipping on his socks, when he heard Marty reply to who ever he was talking to, "I'll calm down when you get it through that fat skull of yours I'm not doing that again, its too fuckin dangerous." Another pause, "Yeah, the money's great, but not worth dying for or getting thrown in jail for." 

Pause, "Okay, okay, I need the work, but I'm not volunteering to do that. Get someone else to take care of that and I'll do the rest."

"I want to get paid in advance this time," another pause, "You better have it in cash when I get there."

"Yeah, okay, bye." Justin heard Marty slam the phone down on the receiver while finishing pulling is pants up.

Marty quickly came into the bedroom, threw the towel on the floor, then went to his dresser where he opened the top drawer and pulled out a clean underwear. "Sorry, Justin, I got to leave right away."

"Is everything okay?" he finished buttoning his shirt, as he watched Marty move around the bedroom double time putting on his clothes getting ready to leave, "Sorry, I over heard some of your conversation." Marty looked at him sternly but didn't say anything for awhile, but then as though he'd reconsidered, he said, "You better leave now."

"Sure thing Marty, will I see you tomorrow? I'd like to talk to you about how the interview and stuff goes?"

"I'm not sure if I'll be in town tomorrow after all."

"Oh, okay, well, whenever." Justin looked around to make sure he'd gotten all his clothes then hurried out of the bedroom. He said, "Later man!" just before the door closed behind him.

In the hallway, he did a self appraisal to make sure he looked okay before entering his own apartment. He knew his Mom would be there, probably sitting on the sofa doing some sewing or something with the TV on.

He unlocked the door and stepped in.

"Justin, is that you?" Cindy said when she heard the door open.

"Yeah, Mom, its me." He headed for his room.

"Can you come here for a minute dear?" The volume of the TV began to dim.

"Sure," he stepped around a basket of sewing stuff on the floor and stood in front of his Mom.

"I can't see the TV, can you move a bit?" She motioned for him to take a step to this left.

"What? Is this what you wanted me for?" He was getting a bit impatient.

"No, of course not. I need to talk to you about something very important." She put down the sewing into the basket, then motioned for him to sit next to her. 

He sat down looking at her and she wiped her long blonde hair away from her face, "You know, things haven't been going to well around here these past few months." She looked at him with sad blue eyes, "Since your brother died in the war over there, and well, you know your father doesn't have to pay child support any more." She looked down at her hands which she was rubbing as though the arthritis was acting up again, "We're nearly broke. I don't think I'll have enough money to pay the rent, and utilities this month, let alone to buy food, this sewing work doesn't even earn me enough to pay for," her voice broke a little, "For my medicine."

"Wait a minute Ma, don't sweat it. I wanted to tell you." He smiled, "Ya know, I was looking in the paper and found an add for a modeling job, I called and got an interview for tomorrow afternoon." He took his Mom's hands into his own, "You don't need to worry, I'll make enough money so we can move out of this dump."

"Justin! Don't talk about our home that way." She wiped the hair from her face again, "We've lived here ever since you where a little boy, I don't remember you ever complaining about it before."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way, I mean, you deserve a really nice place and I will do my best to get us that place as soon as I can." He lifted her hands and kissed them. "Don't worry, you'll see."

"A modeling job? You want to be a model?" She looked at him curiously.

"Sure, why not. I'll be the best model anyone has ever seen." Looking into her eyes, "You've always said I was your beautiful baby," He smiled.

"You are my beautiful baby, nearly all grown up." She stroked his cheek, "You're growing into a fine young man. I know some girl will be happy to be your wife."

Justin laughed and got up from the sofa, "My interview appointment is at 2:30 tomorrow afternoon. Do you think it would be okay if I wore Tommy's nice clothes for the interview?"

"Oh dear," she was lost in her thoughts of her oldest son, "Tommy would want you to have whatever you wanted of his. You know he was always that way." Another quite time as she reminisced, "Go ahead, see if his clothes fit you. If they do, pick some nice shirt and pants."

"I sort of hate to take his things, ya know. I mean, geeze, he's dead and all. When I put them on, I'll smell like him." pausing for a moment, "Not that that's a bad thing."

"I've washed all of his thing, you won't smell like him." She looked back at the TV, "My show is coming on in a few minutes."

He walked around to the back of the sofa and when he was behind and to the side of her, he leaned forward, with his hands on her shoulders, and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then headed for his brother's room. It wasn't just his brother's room, it was his room too. They'd shared that same room for as long as he could remember. Tommy's picture and other stuff was still there, just like he'd left it the day he left for the Marines. 

He opened the closet door, stood there and looked at the clothes hanging on the hangers. He found a shirt he liked, then some khaki pants that would go well with the shirt. "I'll wear this." he said out loud to himself.

The rest of the afternoon evening and night went by the way they usually did. He sat in his room reading a magazine or book or something until his Mom called for him to come get something to eat. After they ate, he cleared the table and helped her with the dishes. He always dried the dishes, that was his job. Cindy enjoyed him being there helping her so she quietly hummed some tune as she washed the dishes. When they were done, he'd grab the TV remote and switch between the few channels they could get with the antenna stuck out the window on the little balcony. He came across a documentary program about gay marriages, he stopped and watched that until he heard his Mom come into the room, then he quickly switched the channel. 

The news was on. "Do you want to watch this?"

"I don't care, you watch whatever you want." She sat on the sofa and picked up her sewing basket again and started back at the project she was working on.

"I'm gonna go to bed early tonight." Justin said while he switched channels again. "There isn't anything good on. I wish we had cable TV or a Satellite dish, then we'd be able to watch anything we want." 

"Just because you have 200 channels to choose from, doesn't mean you'd be able to find anything you like." She said casually.

Justin laughed, "Well, when I get paid, we'll see about that."

"There are more important things to spend money on than TV channels. If you have money left over after paying for the necessities, you could put some away for college."

"You're always so practical." Still flipping through the few channels they had available.

"You have to think ahead in life. I want you to have a better life than I had, you know that don't you?"

"Sure Ma, I know."

The night was spent partly in silence staring at the TV with occasional small talk breaking the silence. A normal uneventful night at home with his Mom passed.

"I'm gonna go to my room and read a bit before I go to bed." He got up and headed for his room, "Good night Mom. See ya in the morning."

He closed his bedroom door. The night's cool breeze caused the curtains to gently sway at the partly open window. Justin turned on the lamp next to his bed, pulled back the covers, arranged the pillows so he could sit in bed and read for awhile until he felt sleepy. He took off his clothes and threw his shirt and pants on Tommy's bed. He pulled off his socks letting them drop to the floor next to his bed. As he sat on the edge of his bed, he put his hand into his underwear and rearranged his balls and dick before swinging his legs onto the bed and under the covers. 

The paperback book he picked up from the bed side table was one he found outside the front of the apartment building. Someone must have dropped it by accident. The cover was torn off and there was stains on the first few pages, but it looked like the 100 some pages of the book where all still there.

He leaned back onto the pillow, opened the book and began to read:

"Come over here you little prick," The burly older man took hold of the boys arm and slapped him on the ass as he steered him around in front of himself. His dick was hanging out of his pants swaying back and forth as he forced the boy down on his knees in front of his dick. 

"This isn't going to hurt as long as you do as I say," He gripped a hand full of the boys long black hair and moved his head towards his monster of a dick.

Justin stopped reading thinking to himself, "Wow, this is an interesting find." He thumbed through the pages and found some that where partly stuck together. It looked like someone had shot their load and some of it had gotten onto those pages. The subject matter of the book was getting him hot, his dick started moving in his shorts. He reached under the covers and slid his had under the waistband of his shorts and took hold of his dick which continued to get harder. With one hand on his cock, and the other holding the book, he continued to read and slowly stroke his cock. 

While the story was sexually explicit, he didn't like it. The older man was so violent to the 19 year old boy who was weak from hunger and punishment. He put the book down and closed his eyes. With his right hand he fondled his balls while his left had stroked his cock. He thought of Marty stroking his cock, of how his hand felt on his dick. He thought of how different that was than the story he just read, how much more pleasurable that was. His dick felt so good, he loved to jack off. His strokes slowly began to be faster and he squeezed his dick a bit harder. His hips jutted forward as though he was fucking his hand which sort of became stationary. With his other hand, he threw back the covers, then pulled the front of his underwear down below his balls. The bed squeaked as he fucked his hand. He was deep into the fantasy in his mind that took him to his climax which shot out powerfully with the first cum spurts hitting his chin. 

He continued to pump his dick until the orgasm subsided. Finally, he laid there spent, still holding his dick which began to shrink in his hand, enjoying the feeling. Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked for the box of tissues on the table next to his bed. He took the box and pulled out several tissues which he sopped up the cum with. He wiped the cum off his chin and tasted it. Then thought to himself, "that's what my cum tastes like." He finished cleaning the rest of the cum off his chin, chest and groin area then tossed the soggy tissued in the waste basked below the table. He turn over on his side, reached for the lamp and turned it off. The night air was growing cooler, so he pulled the covers over himself, rolled onto his side closed his eyes. The thoughts of the afternoon floated through his mind as he relaxed. "It was a good afternoon." he thought, "I wonder what that phone call was all about?" He remembered the troubled look on Marty's face then drifted off into sleep.

Good Afternoon Ch. 03



(The story continues, this is part 3, so if you haven't read part 1 & 2, you should before you read this. CAUTION: there is graphic violence in this part.)

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The mist of dreams surrounded him as he became the spectator of the dream-scape. It was a dimly lit plane room with several men around a small round topped wooden table. Cigar and cigarette smoke filled the air and drifted in grey clouds around the one bulb lamp hanging on a single 3 foot cord from the ceiling over the center of the table. Beer bottles and shot glasses sat near the ash trays filled with ashes and butts in front of each player at the table. Crumpled hundred dollar bills piled in varying amounts revealed who at the table was winning. He was a stout man, probably in his 30s or 40s, with his head shaved, but his beard wasn't as the stubble of black beard hair darkened his cheeks and chin. He wasn't wearing a shirt so his strong hairy chest could be seen. There was a knife slash scar across his left breast. His thick fingered hands held his cards above his pile of money. He looked at his cards, then at each face around the table as he chewed on the stub of a cigar in his mouth. The rumble of a train passing caused the light to swing a bit so that the shadows danced behind each person on the dirty floor and paint flaked grey walls.

"Okay ass holes, lets see who can beat this hand." The burley man tossed 10 bills onto the middle of the table, leaned back a bit putting his cigar onto the ash tray and smiled an evil smile. The bottle of Tequila was almost empty when he picked it up and downed it one gulp.

Across the table from him sat Marty, obviously not doing as well since there where only a few more than 10 bills in front of him on the table. He nervously looked around and thumbed his cards. The poker faces of each man at the table revealed nothing to him. He paused for a moment before he took the shot of whiskey waiting for him there next to his money. "Oh, what the hell," he said as he threw all his money into the pot. He looked around at each face again as one by one they threw their cards on the table. 

"Okay, punk." the burly man said with a sneer, "I'll see what ya got." He matched the money Marty had thrown into the pot. "Throw em down boy."

Marty laid his cards out in front of him face up which revealed an Ace high straight. He didn't say anything as he looked deeply into the mans dark brown eyes.

"Sorry, fuck up, you loose!" he said with a loud laugh after he threw his cards face up onto the table. There where 4 aces and a joker.

A look of rage came over Marty's face, the muscles in his body tensed like a spring compressed ready to spring in one swift motion. Without a word, in one swift motion, Marty sprang out of his chair lunging with a shiny blade in his hand towards the throat of the burly man. Before anyone knew what was happening, blood spewed from the cut throat onto the table, pile of money and everyone around the table. The burly man fell backwards with his hands on this throat, a gurgling sound of him trying to say something while the blood spurt through his fingers. His body convulsed involuntarily before falling into the darkness on the floor.

With a jerk, Justin awoke from the nightmare. He sat up for a moment shaken by the dream, then quickly laid back down, pulling the covers over himself again and uneasily fell back to sleep.

- - -

"Justin! Are you going to sleep the day away?" Cindy called to him from the kitchen.

Justin peeled the covers away from his face, rolled onto his side and slowly opened his eyes to see the time on the clock revealed it was 8:15 a.m. He snuggled his pillow for a moment before replying to his Mom in a loud voice, "Yeah."

"Come on, breakfast is getting cold." 

Justin's hard dick tented his underwear as he threw back the covers and sprang out of bed. As he stood up at the side of the bed, he stretched, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, then looked down at his bulging underwear. He pulled down the front of his shorts and took his hard dick into this hand and stroked it a couple of times. He had to take a piss really bad, so he returned his dick to his shorts and headed to the bathroom. 

"I'm up, be there in a minute." he said as he went through is bedroom door towards the bathroom. By the time he got to the bathroom, his hard-on had somewhat faded, he stood before the toilet lifted the lid and seat, remove his cock from his shorts and held it pointing it at the water in the toilet. His piss came rushing out making a loud sound as it hit the toilet water. Ah, that felt good. What a relief. When he was done, he pulled back the foreskin revealing the head of his dick and shook it a few times to empty the last drops of piss. He flushed, then washed his hands and face in the warm running water of the sink. The soft face towel next to the sink was freshly washed and felt good on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror above the sink while he picked up his comb and combed his hair. After finishing brushing his teeth he headed back to his room to get dressed.

It was going to be another warm day, so he chose a blue and white wide stripped tank top shirt and faded cut off jeans to wear. 

He walked barefoot into the kitchen where Cindy was standing in front of the stove cooking some pancakes. He came up beside her and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "Good morning Mom."

"Good morning dear, sit down, this will be ready in a minute."

Justin pulled one of the 2 chairs at the table out and sat down in front of a plate which held steaming scrambled eggs, 2 strips of bacon and some home made hash brown potatoes. He took the salt shaker and sprinkled some on his eggs and potatoes, then did the same with the pepper shaker.

"Here ya go," Cindy held a couple of pancakes on the spatula ready to put them onto his plate. He held his plate out to receive them.

A few moments later, Cindy sat at the table across from him. They ate their breakfast without saying much. When Justin was about done eating he said, "I had this terrible nightmare last night that Marty was in." He looked across the table at this Mom. "I hope he's okay."

"What was the dream about?"

"Well, they where gambling and this guy cheated, so Marty killed him."

"Oh my God! That IS awful." She had a shocked look on her face as she looked back at him. "What in the world would cause you to have such a terrible dream?"

"I don't know, maybe it was the telephone conversation I over heard him having before I came back home yesterday afternoon."

"Oh?" She was waiting for more details.

"I was in the other room, so I didn't hear much of the conversation, but after it was over, Marty was pretty upset and in a hurry to get somewhere for some "job"."

"You have such an imagination, I'm sure it was just a bad dream." She changed the subject, "Are you excited about your job interview this afternoon?"

"For sure!" He smiled, "I really hope this works out. I want to help out financially around here, and I know we need the money, so. . "

"You'll do fine. I have faith in you dear." She smiled softly at him.

"Thanks Mom. I love you."

"And I love you too."

Marty scooted his chair back away from the table, got up gathering the plates and silverware to put them into the sink.

"Honey, can you do something for me?"

"Sure, anything Mom." "I finished those aprons for Molly's Diner last night, could you take them over there for me please?"

"Sure thing. I'll do it as soon as we get this breakfast stuff cleaned up."

"That's okay, I can do it this morning." She headed for the living room, "They wanted them before the lunch crowd comes in, so if you could take them now, that would be wonderful."

Justin followed her into the living room where she had a plain brown paper grocery bag filled with her labors folded nicely and ready for delivery. She handed him the bag. "Here they are. Tell Molly when she wants more, I still have the pattern and would be glad to make more for her." She paused, "Molly should give you $125.00 for these."

"Okay." He took the bag then headed for the apartment door. His sandals where there next to the door, so he slipped his feet into them and was on his way. 



Good Afternoon Ch. 04



The apartment building door slammed shut behind him as he stood for a moment on the small cement porch of the building. The sun, held in the clear blue morning sky, shown on his face while a soft breeze rustled some of the trash that spilt out of the tipped over trash can. A small short haired dog dug for scraps of food buried deeper inside the can. Justin stood for a moment holding the bag in his arm and looked up and down the street. These old brick buildings lining the 2 lane street showed their age with signs of needing repair everywhere. Up the block a ways, some boys where throwing a football between them while a young girl sat on the curb watching them. Looking the other way, towards the direction he needed to go, and abandoned car sat with windows broken, tires and wheels missing having been stripped of anything worth stealing a long time ago. He looked at his watch then stepped down the 5 steps to the side walk and headed on to Molly's Diner. He jogged past people from the neighborhood, waved or said a quick good morning to some of them he knew. It wasn't long before he came to Molly's Diner.

The large clean windows gave a clear view of the inside of the diner where a row of booths around the outer wall where occupied by customers engrossed in their meals and conversations. The bar counter ran the length of the diner. At the other end Molly stood behind the cash register taking cash from an elderly man. A large neon sign hung in the center window blinked "Molly's Diner". Justin walked by the blue ceramic tile that filled the space below the windows to the sidewalk, around the corner to the door that faced the corner of 5th and Tailor Street. A bell rang out as he opened the door and stepped into the diner. The elderly man was on his way out, so Justin held the door open for him. He smiled and nodded at Justin as he continued on his way.

"Justin, I see your Mother is true to her word." Molly said cheerfully as Justin approached her.

"Oh yeah, you know that for sure." He handed Molly the bag of aprons. "She said if you need more, she has the patterns and will be glad to make more for you."

Molly put the bag on the counter next to the cash register, then took out a neatly folded apron, holding it up to allow it to unfold before her. "These are beautiful!" She looked at it more closely, "And such wonderful craftsmanship." 

"Mom said you would pay me for these," he paused, "$125.00."

Justin watched as Molly removed her old apron and replaced it with the new one. She sort of twirled around as though she was modeling it, then called to one of her waitresses, "Betty, come and get your new apron." Then her attention returned to Justin who stood patiently smiling at her. "Hun, would you like a nice piece of fresh apple pie?"

"No thanks, I need to be heading back home." He looked at his watch, "I have a job interview this afternoon and need to get ready for it."

Molly opened the cash register, removed several 20 dollar bills then handed them to Justin, "Well, okay then. Come back later if you want. The pie will be on the house." She winked at him while she handed him the money.

He took it and counted it. "I think you made a mistake," he paused for a moment as he counted the bills she handed him. "There's $140.00 here."

"Hun, haven't you ever heard of a tip?" She laughed out loud.

"Thank you very much. I'm sure Mom will be delighted." He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, put the money into it, then returned it to his pocket. "Well, I got to go. Thanks again." He waved to her as he turned around and headed out the door. 

"See ya soon Hun." Molly replied before she took the check from another customer who was waiting there.

Out on the sidewalk again, which was now more crowded with people, he decided to run all the way home, so he started slowly dodging people on the side walk as he ran until he cleared the busy area then began to run as though he was in a race. When he reached the foot of their apartment building porch, he was hot and sweaty. The noon sun shown down on him, its heat reflected off the surroundings. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and flung the drips of it off his hand and fingers with a flick of his wrist, then wiped his hand on his shorts before opening the building door. Inside the lobby, next to the door were the mail boxes, since he was there, he decided to see if they got any mail. Once their mail box was opened he found a couple of business sized envelopes and some advertisement stuff . He removed the mail then closed and locked the box. He leaped up the flight of stairs taking 3 steps at a time then walked briskly down the hall to their apartment.

When he got there, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. This was strange. He pushed open the door and called out, "Mom, I'm home." He looked around and the apartment was a complete wreck. It looked as though a tornado had gone threw the place as everything was turned over, torn or broken on the floor. He felt a sudden fear come over him as he looked around and called again, "Mom?"

No answer.



Good Afternoon Ch. 05



Justin looked around again and found a broken off chair leg which he picked up to use as a club in case who ever did this was still in the apartment. It was quiet except for the sounds coming in from the open windows. He cautiously made his way through the apartment down the short hall where his room was on one side and his Mom's room was on the other with the bathroom door open at the end. The doors to each room where open and the light from the midday sun shown in through the windows. He entered his mother's room to find it hadn't been ransacked like the living room. He went around to the other side of the bed where he found his mother with her hands tied behind her back and a gag in her mouth. He quickly removed the gag and untied her. She had a bruise on her left cheek where someone had slapped her with some force. When he had the bindings free from her hands and feet, he helped her to sit on the bed, looked at her in fear and shock and said, "Oh my God! What happened? Are you all right?"

Cindy rubbed the bruises on her wrists where the torn strips of cloth had bound her hands so tightly together. "Justin dear, I'm so glad you're okay." She took him into her arms and gave him a long hug holding him close. He could feel her trembling as he also held her embraced in his own arms. When her trembling subsided a bit she spoke again, "I'm okay, just a bit shook up. Go down to the lobby and use the pay phone to call the police."

"I don't want to leave you like this." Anger welled up within him that someone would do this to his Mom. "Who did this? Did you get a look at their faces?" He was rambling on and on partly in shock at what had happened.

"Justin, I'll tell you and the police everything once they get here." She was regaining her composure while he was becoming more upset, confused and bewildered. "I'll be okay, go call the police now."

Reluctantly, he got up from beside Cindy and backed out of the bedroom continuing to look at his Mom as he left the room. He quickly turned around and looked into his room to find that his room was also a mess. The mattress from his bed had been thrown against the wall, the clothes from the closet laid in heaps on the floor. The night table next to his bed was still upright. He noticed something on it so he stepped into his room to get a better look. He found a bloody bladed dagger stuck into the table top pinning a picture to the table. As he looked closer he was shocked at what the picture was of. It was a picture of Marty and him in the middle of their sex play. It looked as though someone used a high powered camera lense to spy on what was going on in Marty's bedroom. He quickly looked around to make sure he was alone, then removed the dagger and picture from the table. He stuck the picture into his pocket, then held the dagger so as to hide it from view as he ran out of the apartment and down to the lobby.

- - - -

It was approaching 1:30 p.m. and the police and investigators where still there asking questions, looking for finger prints and the like. Justin sat next to his Mom on the sofa which had been repositioned upright. Investigator Matthews finally said, "Mrs. Justice, I think that is everything. If you think of anything else or remember anything else, give me a call." He handed Cindy a business card. "Who ever did this, didn't leave any finger prints, but there is other evidence our forensic department may be able to get identification from." He got up from the wobbly chair. "We can have a patrolman stay in the area tonight to make sure you're safe."

"Yes, I'd like that. I'd feel much safer." Cindy looked at the Investigator then Justin, "I hope you find him. I'm sorry I couldn't give much of a description."

"Like I said, if you remember anything, give me a call." With that he went and talked softly to a uniformed policeman who looked at them and nodded.

The rest of the police crew filed out behind Matthews except for the one officer who came over to them and said, "Mrs. Justice, I'm Officer Blake. I'll be patrolling the building and area tonight." He unsnapped a shirt pocket and removed a silver whistle, then handed it to her. He smiled, "Its low tech, but it will work to alert me if you need me."

Cindy took the whistle and smiled in return, "Thank you. I hope I don't need to use it." She looked at the clock on the wall, "Justin, your interview is in a half hour, you better get ready and go."

"I can't go now. What if he comes back. I can't leave you here alone."

"Justin, I'll be okay, go get ready." She said firmly.

Justin looked at Cindy then the Officer, "You make dam sure she is, you hear me?"

Officer Blake nodded to Justin without saying anything. He then left the apartment and closed the door behind him. Justin hesitated a moment before getting up, giving Cindy a hug. When he entered his room, he dug through the pile of clothes and found the pants and shirt he'd decided to wear. They where a bit wrinkled, but not too badly wrinkled. He took them into the bathroom with him and hung them on the hook on the inside of the bathroom door which he closed before he started to strip in preparation for a quick shower. He turned the water on and adjusted the temperature and let it run for awhile until it felt right. He stepped under the warm flowing water and let it beat against his face with his eyes closed. He rubbed his face and lowered his head so the water completely soaked his hair. As he quickly washed himself, the thoughts of the picture kept haunting him. Why would someone do that? Why would someone come and tear this home apart like that? What did he want? What was he looking for? Why did he leave the picture like that? These thought rolled through his mind and repeated over and over. He turned off the water and reached for a towel. Dried himself, only quickly looking at his reflection in the mirror to comb his hair.

"Justin, it's 2 o'clock. You'd better be going if you are going to make it in time. Are you ready?" Cindy's voice could be heard through the closed bathroom door. Justin had just finished dressing.

"Yeah, I'm out of here." He said leaving the bathroom. He came back into the living room to find Cindy picking up the mess the invaders had left. "You sure you're going to be okay?" He paused, "I can call them and reschedule. I think they'd understand under the circumstances."

"Go, I'll be fine." She looked up from what she was doing to see him standing near the apartment door. "My, you are a handsome young man." she wanted to change the subject, "Go, get that job, we need it now more than ever."

"Okay, I'll be home as soon as I can." He paused. "I love you Mom."

Cindy smiled and blew him a kiss then returned to her labors.

Justin found Officer Blake standing outside the front of the apartment building door. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He said as he passed by him and walked quickly away.



Good Afternoon Ch. 06



Part 6.

Justin looked at his watch as he stepped up the steps towards the entrance of 101 3rd Street, the Business Towers Building. The entrance was bustling with activity as men and women in business suits rushed in and out of the building. 

"Shit!" Justin said to himself as he saw the time was 2:35. He quickly entered the building and looked around. The large lobby included a reception desk at the center of the lobby where there were 2 men and a woman helping business types standing there before them. A grey haired man was just leaving the woman's counter so Justin approached her.

"Hello, I need to find Suite 769. I have a 2:30 appointment, and I'm late." he said with a frown. 

"The elevator is over there behind you," she pointed to a wide hallway where several people were waiting, "Just take the elevator to the 7th floor. There is a directory map outside the elevator showing the suite locations."

Justin smiled, "Thanks." turned and quickly walked to the elevator.

The doors of one of the elevators opened as he arrived. A crowd of people filed out past those waiting to enter it. When they were clear, he and the rest entered the elevator. He pressed the button with the number 7 on it, then stepped to the back wall of the elevator. 5 others entered the elevator as well. 2 were getting off at the 2nd floor and the other 3 were getting off at the 4th floor. The doors closed and everyone stood in silence as the elevator began to move. The doors opened at the 2nd floor stop where the first 2 got off. Justin looked at his watch again as the elevator doors opened again at the 4th floor stop where the other 3 people got off. He was alone as the elevator continued on to the 7th floor.

On the 7th floor straight across from the elevator doors was a framed map showing the layout of the floor hallways with markings at each entrance to the suites on the floor. He found 769 was down the hall to his right nearly to the end of the hall on the left. He quickly turned and headed in that direction. Upon arriving at the closed door to Suite 769, he paused, took a deep breath, ran his hand over his hair to make sure it was in place, then opened the door.

Just inside the door was a small waiting room nicely decorated with plants, lamps, magazine racks and several cushioned chairs along the walls. Pictures of beautiful men were artfully arranged on the walls. Towards the back of the room Justin found a man sitting behind a desk who he assumed was Brent.

Brent looked away from his computer screen towards Justin, "Hello, may I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Justin Justice. I have an appointment." He smiled nervously.

Brent looked at his computer screen again then back at Justin, "Yes, I see it here, 2:30." He paused for a moment, "I guess you realize you are late."

"Yes, I'm sorry, I got here as soon as I could." He looked around nervously avoiding eye contact, "Our apartment was broken into and I was delayed because of that." He looked at Brent then smiled weakly.

"Fortunate for you, our agents are a bit behind schedule." He picked up a clipboard with a form attached to it, then handed it to Justin along with a pen. "Have a seat over there and fill this out. When you've completed the form return it to me. I will let you know when our next available agent is ready to see you."

Justin took the clipboard and pen, nodded then sat in a chair Brent had pointed at. The form had space for his name, address and other contact information as well as spaces to be filled in for height, waist, neck and shoe size information as well as suit size.

There was a list of questions having to do with previous modeling/acting experience and space to provide such information. Also questions about photos and composite cards. He checked the box next to where it said, "No previous experience" and left the rest blank.

He quickly finished filling out the form as much as he could, clipped the pen to the clipboard, then got up and handed it back to Brent.

Brent took the form off the clipboard looking it over has he placed the clipboard on a pile of them to his right. "You will need to establish a phone number where we can reach you in order to notify you of jobs should you be selected for them by our clients." He continued looking over the form, "Will you be able to provide us with head shots and composite cards, or would you like us to take care of those for you?" He paused for a moment looking at Justin who was still standing before the desk. "Either way, you are likely to have to spend between $200.00 and $300.00 for the shoot and processing."

He was taken aback by the revelation that he'd have to spend money to get this job. "Uuh, well, I guess you could take care of that part, I guess." He smiled, "As I told you on the phone yesterday, we don't have a phone."

"Well, honey, you'll need to get one." he smiled back at Justin, "or you likely won't be working for anyone."

"Yeah, okay." he turned and returned to the chair he'd been sitting in.

While he sat there, Brent busied himself with his work and Justin picked up a sports magazine from the side table next to his chair. Between flipping uninterestedly through the magazine pages, he looked over at Brent. Brent was a handsome young man, well dressed and groomed. His medium length dark brown hair framed his soft skinned tanned face. His green eyes sparkled with the light reflection from the computer screen.

"I wonder if he's gay," Justin thought to himself, "Since he called me Honey?" Brent looked over at Justin who quickly looked down at the magazine.

There was a buzzing sound, then Brent picked up a phone, listened for a moment, then put the headset back down.

"Mr. Justice, Bill, one of our agents, is ready to see you now." He stood up, "Go through that door, then to the first office on your right." He pointed at the closed door to his left. 

As Justin got up, the door opened and a very attractive well dressed young man came through the door. "See ya later Brent." Charlie said smiling and waving to Brent as he passed by Justin totally ignoring him. Justin had to step aside to avoid being run over by Charlie as he rushed out of the suite.

Through the door, there was a short hallway with 2 office on each side of the hall and a door at the end of the hallway. He opened the first office door on his right and entered a small office which appeared very similar to the entrance office except that it only had one chair sitting facing the desk where Bill stood behind in anticipated greeting to Justin.

Bill extended his hand to Justin as he approached, "Hello, I'm Bill Williams." He smiled gripping Justin's hand firmly in the handshake. "Have a seat." He gestured to the chair Justin was now standing beside. Justin sat down.

The door to the office opened. Brent entered holding the form Justin had partially filled out and a packet of information he handed to Bill without saying a word. Bill took the materials, placed them on the desk before himself, then sat down in what appeared to be a very comfortable leather clad office chair. Brent left quietly closed the door behind himself.

Bill looked over the form for a moment before speaking again, "So, Justin tell me a bit about yourself, why do you want to be a model?"

Justin sat erect in the chair with his hands clasped in his lap, "Well, I'm 18, I live with my Mother in an apartment on East Street. I graduated from Central High School this past fall. I enjoy most sports in particular track and field events and swimming." he paused for a moment to think, "I want to be a model because I think I can be a good one." short pause, "My Mom says I'm her beautiful baby, so at least she thinks I'm beautiful." He blushed a bit and grined. 

Bill laughed loudly at his last statement. "Well, I haven't met a Mother yet who didn't think their child was their beautiful baby." He leaned back in his chair, "I take it you've never done any modeling before?"

"Yes sir, that's right."

"Says here you want us to do your photos for your head shots and composite card," He put down Justin's information sheet, then handed Justin the packet of information about "Male Models Limited." He continued, "You will find most of your questions answered within this packet literature, so take it home and read through it."

Justin took the packet of papers. Bill stood up, then came around the desk all the while looking at Justin. "Stand up."

Justin stood up facing Bill who then stood before him. Bill was about his same height so they stood there for a moment looking into each other's eyes. Bill put his hand on Justin's shoulder in a way as to have Justin turn around before him. Justin smiled nervously as he slowly spun around before Bill. Bill looked him over closely noticing Justin's firm ass hidden under the khaki pants. Justin's loose fitting shirt also hid the v shape of his torso.

Once again facing Bill, "Would you mind taking off your shirt?" Bill studied Justin's face while waiting for a reply.

"No, not at all." Justin stepped back a step and pulled the shirt tails out of the waist of his pants, then unbuttoned it and removed his shirt. He stood there facing Bill bare chested holding the shirt in his left hand. He pulled his shoulders back so his chest jutted out a bit revealing the strong but soft line of his torso. He felt the nervous sweat drip from his arm pits.

Bill stepped back a couple of steps then held his hands in front of himself so as to make a frame with his fingers and thumbs. "Would you be interested in doing nude modeling?" Bill said as nonchalantly as possible still holding his hands before himself but dropping them as though he was panning a camber down towards the floor.

"Well, , ," Justin hesitated, "I, I don't know."

"If you freelance it, I know I can get you a job right away." Bill put his hands down but continued to study Justin's body. "It pays really well, and I can get you in with this client before you have your head shots and composite card."

"What do you mean freelance it?"

"As a new model, that's how you get exposure in the business, you go out on jobs for various clients to build up your tearsheets." Bill stepped towards Justin, "A handsome young lad like you could quickly fill your pockets with money doing those kind of shoots."

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, what are tearsheets?"

"Oh, that's a term we use referring to actual pages from magazines and such where you're work is published."

"Well, I really need the money, I mean, I don't have any money to pay for photo shoots or getting a phone or anything really."

"If you do this job, You'll have at least $500.00 in your pocket after the job." Bill smiled.

"I don't know. . ." Justin started to put his shirt back on.

"Hold it son," Bill said firmly, "If you want to get into this business, you got to pay your dues." He stepped towards Justin, "You can't just come waltzing into any modeling agency and expect the red carpet treatment." He stood right in front of Justin looking him in the eyes, "I'm offering you a foot in the door so to speak. You won't get this kind of offer again from me, so make your decision."

Justin stood his ground and stared into Bills eyes. He felt Bills hand grip his crotch. "This will be your entry fee." Bill grinned then looked down at what his hand was holding.

Justin stepped back in shock at Bill's sudden advance but his retreat was blocked by the chair he'd been sitting in. Bill let go of Justin's crotch. 

"What do you mean? What do you want?" Justin was stalling. The thoughts of what was going on swirled through his mind along with the thoughts of the picture of him and Marty, the trouble at home, his promise to his Mom. He was getting dizzy trying to get a grip on all of this.

"Okay," Bill put his hand on Justin's shoulder, "I'll spell it out for you." He felt a slight trembling while his hand rested on the soft smooth skin. "You let me suck your dick now, and then I can guarantee tomorrow you will have a photo shoot with one of my private clients that will put at least $500.00 into your pocket." 



Good Afternoon Ch. 07



The silence was thick as Justin stood there before Bill. He could smell the cologne Bill was wearing. The scent excited him, and filled his mind with images of passionate sex. He wondered what kind of mess he'd gotten himself into. The man standing before him appeared to him to be in his 40's. His short blonde hair was uncombed but looked good that way. His complexion was pale compared to Justin's, it looked as though Bill spent most of his time indoors. His brown eyes roamed over Justin's body undressing him in his mind. Bill's white long sleeved shirt bulged slightly towards his waist with the few extra pounds Bill carried around with him. The stylish black belt with a silver buckle wrapped the waist of the black dress slacks covering Bill's cock which was becoming harder has he observed. 

"Come on kid, I don't have all day." Bill put his right hand on his crotch and stroked the fabric which covered his hardening dick.

"I don't know, I've never done this before." Justin said still trying to figure out what he was going to do. Even though this guy was a stranger, it excited him that a man he'd just met would want to suck his dick.

Bill's hand slid off Justin's shoulder slowly and softly headed towards Justin's crotch. His finger tips paused and rubbed Justin's left nipple in a circular motion around it and over it. The touch sent a chill of excitement through Justin's body which involuntarily convulsed. His cock stirred in his underwear as though it had a mind of its own. Bill's finger tips continued downwards rubbing over Justin's firm belly. Having found Justin's belt, Bill began to undo it while looking into Justin's glazed over eyes. 

Justin stood there while Bill unsnapped the waist snap of his brother's khaki pants. When his pants were unsnapped, they fell to the floor as did the shirt Justin had been holding in his hand. The head of his erect cock was now peeking out the waist band of his white shorts.

"I can't believe this is happening," Justin said softly out loud as though it was a whisper to himself.

Since Justin hadn't resisted thus far, Bill reached into Justin's underwear and firmly gripped Justin's throbbing dick. He stroked it a few times with his thumb on the top of the dick shaft and his fingers wrapped around the bottom, "Feels good doesn't it?" The motion of his hand caused Justin's underwear to creep lower off his waist. Holding Justin's dick in his hand, he steered Justin around so he had room to kneel before him.

Bill let go of Justin's cock which snapped back towards his body from the force of the elastic band now at the middle of his cock shaft. He then kneeled in front of Justin studying the beautiful young cock only inches from his mouth. The dick head flared slightly around the crown. The cap held a seep of pre-cum that glistened there at the opening where the sweet cum would escape in spurts. Bill licked his lips, his mouth watered and filled with spit in anticipation of swallowing that shaft deep into this throat.

Justin stood feeling trapped in the situation, yet longed for the touch of Bill's lips on his dick. He flexed his dick to make it move on its own to a more comfortable position. About that time, Bill peeled Justin's underwear down to his ankles. With his underwear and pants bunched around his ankles, he felt as though his legs were shackled and his feet glued to the floor. 

Now that Justin's cock was freed from the confines of his underwear, it bobbed up and down a few times, then pointed slightly upwards fully erect with more pre-cum trickling down the underside of his cock head. Bill gripped the base of Justin's cock with his thumb and fore fingers and guided it into his open mouth. Bill obviously had done this before as he immediately deep throated the full length of Justin's 7 inch cock. Justin felt the throat cavity engulf his dick head and caress it. As Bill's head pulled away, he felt his tongue fondle the bottom of his dick shaft. This routine continued for awhile as Bill's fingers also gripped and stroked Justin's cock.

Justin stood there with his hands at his sides watching Bill satisfy his sexual desires using Justin's dick as the means of that satisfaction. He then closed his eyes and had a vision of Marty sucking his cock. As an escape from the situation, he fantasized that it was Marty kneeling before him, it was Marty who's mouth devoured his throbbing cock. With these images going through his mind, and his eyes still closed, he took hold of Bill's head and started fucking his mouth with an ever increasing pace until his balls ached for release and the climax built up to the point where release was the only alternative. 

Bill didn't expect Justin's sudden push towards climax, but didn't fight it either. Instead, his mouth and tongue engaged Justin's cock more fully. Was it hours, minutes or seconds? They were both lost in the timelessness of lustfulness, so deeply engrossed in the act that the world around them ceased to exist.

Justin pulled his dick out of Bill's mouth as his climax found it's release. He sprayed spurt after spurt of hot come onto Bills face until he was finally spent. He opened his eyes to see Bill's face covered and dripping with his cum, some of which dripped down onto Bill's expensive white shirt and onto the carpeting. Bill milked the last drops of cum from Justin's cock into his open mouth with one hand and wiped the cum out of his eyes with his other hand. He then got up and went round to the drawers of his desk where he pulled out a towel which he used to wipe off his face.

While Bill busied himself with removing the cum from his face and shirt, Justin pulled up his underwear positioning his softened cock so that it rested to the right above his balls. Then pulled up his pants.

Bill dropped the towel back into the still open drawer, "Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" He sat back down in his chair and watched Justin finish dressing.

Justin didn't look up from buttoning his shirt and didn't say anything.

Bill opened the top middle drawer of his desk, removed a business card which he tossed on top of the desk towards Justin. "Tell them, Bill sent you." He paused, "I'll give them a call to let them know to expect you."

Justin picked up the card, looked at it, then pulled his wallet out of his rear pocket and placed the card into it. "So, what now?" He finally looked at Bill, "What do I do now?" He returned his wallet to his pocket, then sat down.

Bill picked up the folder containing Justin's information forms, opened it and looked them over again. "Let me see here," He continued reviewing the forms then said, "I need to schedule some time with one of our photographers who will do your head shot and composite photography." He picked up his phone, pressed a couple of numbers on the keypad and waited for an answer. "Brent, when is the time slot available to do Justin's photo shoot?" Bill looked at Justin as he waited for Brent's reply on the other end of the phone. "Okay, just a second," He lowered the phone handset, "There are a few openings available next Wednesday, either in the morning or late afternoon." He paused, "Can you come by on Wednesday?"

"Yeah, late afternoon would probably be best for me." Justin was thumbing through the literature Bill had given him earlier.

"Brent, he's available Wednesday afternoon, book him for the 4:00 slot will ya?" Pause, "Great, thanks." He hung up the phone.

"Okay, you're all set for Wednesday, at 4:00 p.m." He scooted towards the desk, leaned forward and rested his forearms with hands clasped on the desk top. "You'll need to pay the $100.00 shoot deposit then." He continued, "Bring 4 changes of clothes, each for a different character type shot. Like for instance, a suit, maybe some swim wear or athletic wear, business casual wear and maybe some grungy clothing." He smiled, "The idea is to show a wide range of character types so our clients have something to look at when deciding who to use for their shoots."

"Okay," Justin looked up from the literature towards Bill.

"But the first thing you'll need to do is get a phone," Bill continued, "Without it, we can't contact you. If we can't contact you, you're no good to us."

"Okay. Where do I have to go for the head shots photo shoot?"

"We have a studio here where we do in-house shoots." He paused for a moment, "Stop by my office when you arrive." He winked and smiled at Justin.

"Is this going to be something you expect of me every time I come here?"

Bill knew what he was referring to, "I don't know," he paused, "Maybe, depends on if I find some other dick that tastes better than yours"

"I only let you suck my cock because I really need the job and money," Justin looked at Bill sternly, "I don't want to be your cock whore."

"Dues got to be paid," He grins, "If you want to work, you got to pay your dues."

Justin quickly replied, "Yeah, well, I may pay those dues, but don't think I'm liking it."

Bill looked at him without expression, "No one said you have to like it. But you better get use to it." he laughed, "I may want to suck your cock again, but other's may want more from you."

Justin got up, "Are we through here?" He looked at his watch, "My Mom is alone at home, and I need to be getting home to make sure she's okay."

"Get that phone today if possible, then call Brent to give him your number." Bill also got up, "I look forward to seeing you again on Wednesday." He looked down at Justin's crotch, then laughed.

With that, Justin stepped around the chair he'd been sitting in then left the office. Upon entering the reception desk area, he saw a blonde haired guy about his same age sitting in one of the waiting room chairs filling out a form. The guy looked up as Justin passed Brent's desk and headed for the door. He nodded and smiled at Justin who smiled in return. 

As Justin past the guy, before leaving he said, "You're gonna pay your dues." 

The guy looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. 



Good Afternoon Ch. 08



Chapter 8.

The walk back home gave him plenty of time to think about the stuff brewing in his life. On more than one occasion, he stuck his hand into his rear pocket where he'd put the picture to reassure himself that it was still there. Thinking of the picture reminded him of the dagger which he'd hidden behind a washer in the apartment laundry room. "I'd better get it out of there before someone finds it," he thought to himself. 

He thought about the $140.00 he still had in his wallet and considered using it to buy a cell phone and pay for the initial service charges, but decided he'd better talk to his Mom about it first since it was her money, not his. He turned the corner and was on the final stretch of his walk home. He walked slowly down a deserted sidewalk hearing someone's radio music escaping from one of the apartment buildings he passed. The mixed smells of dinners being prepared filled the air reminding him he was hungry. He unrolled the packet of information and looked through the pictures of successful models portrayed there. He imagined his own picture one day being included there. Then the picture in his back pocket popped back into his mind. He wondered what kind of stuff he'd have to do for that promised $500.00, where the photo shoot would be, what kind of people would be there. Such thoughts and wonderings rolled through his mind as he approached the foot of the steps to his apartment building.

The afternoon sun held in the clear blue sky was sinking towards the horizon in the late afternoon when Justin got back home. As he approached the steps of his apartment building, he saw Officer Blake chatting with one of the other residence of the building. Old Mister Phelps, the balding grey haired, wrinkled old man leaned against the rail holding it with one hand while supporting the remainder of his weight on the plain wooden cane held in his other hand. Officer Blake stood before Phelps with is arms crossed near his waist. Officer Blake nodded to Justin as he opened the building door. They continued their conversation as Justin entered the building. 

He headed for the laundry room. As he approached the sound of washers and dryers running gave evidence that someone might be in there. He stepped into the room and looked around. There were 12 washers and 12 dryers. 6 dryers lined opposite walls with 6 washers facing them in the middle of the room. Towards the back of the room was a door that allowed access to the utilities and maintenance room. Next to it was a deep sink that dripped in a constant beat that couldn't be heard over the running washers and dryers. Good, no one was there. Justin hurried to the end of the washers near the utilities door, crouched down next to the end washers and reached between the 2 washers below the right one where he felt the dagger. Having hold of it, he slowly stood up and looked around again to make sure no one was there. Being satisfied he was alone, he pulled up his left pants leg enough to reveal his dark blue sock. He carefully put the dagger inside his sock so the point was touching the inside sole of his shoe. He pulled up his sock as far as he could to conceal the remainder of the dagger, then returned his pant leg to its normal position. He stood up and sort of shook his leg to straighten the pants leg. Once he was confident it was not noticeable, he headed out of the laundry room and up the steps toward his apartment.

"Mom, I'm home." Justin called out as he opened the apartment door.

"I'm in here," Cindy's voice was coming from his room.

He looked around the living room area to find that Cindy had really been busy picking up and cleaning up the mess the intruders had made. There were a couple of garbage bags next to the door filled with broken things needing to be taken down to the trash dumpsters. You couldn't tell from the looks of it, that hours before the place had been a mess. The only things noticeable were the missing lamps and chairs that had been broken.

He entered his room to find Cindy putting clothes on hangers and returning them to the closet. There was still some disarray to his room. His mattress wasn't against the wall, but wasn't properly placed on his bed either, The sheets and blankets to his bed were piled on Tommy's bed. Some of Tommy's stuff still laid scattered on the floor. Tommy's framed high school picture was repositioned on the chest of drawers where it had been. The cracked glass still held in the frame crossed the black and white picture's face.

"I can finish up this stuff in here," he said as he picked up a shirt and began to return it to the closet. "You must be tired after cleaning up the living room." He paused a moment looking at his Mom who also paused, looked back at him and smiled weakly.

"They broke some of Tommy's trophies. I don't think they can be fixed." she said sadly.

"That sucks."

"Oh, how did your interview go?" Cindy's eyes brightened up a bit and she smile more broadly.

Justin picked up another shirt, put it on a hanger then placed it back into the closet, "It went pretty well. I mean, I got a potential photo shoot tomorrow, but I really need to get a phone so they can call me for other jobs." He picked up another shirt and busied himself with that while continuing, "I was wondering if I could use some of the money you earned on making those aprons to buy a cell phone and pay for the service?" He stopped and looked at Cindy.

"Oh, I'd almost forgot about that money with all this going on."

"Yeah, well, Molly gave me $140.00 to give to you." He pulled the wallet out of his pocket and produced the stack of 20 dollar bills.

"That Molly! She's such a sweet heart." She took the money and counted it.

"I know you need that money for other stuff, but Bill, the guy who interviewed me, told me that he could get me a photo shoot right away that will pay at least $500.00, but in order to do that, I need to call them and make arrangements with them, and I need to call the modeling agency right away to give them my new phone number." He paused, "So, I can pay you back tomorrow and give you part of that $500.00 to use for rent or whatever you want."

"$500.00? That's a lot of money." She stopped what she was doing and sat on the edge of Tommy's bed.

"Yeah, I know it is." He smiled, "And that's only the beginning. But I will need to pay for some head shots and other pictures the agency will use to get me more jobs." He sat next to Cindy on the bed, "I have an appointment for next week for them to take those pictures. I'll have to pay $100.00 deposit for the pictures at the time of that appointment." 

"I guess it costs money to make money." She was holding the money in her hands on her lap. After a moment of thinking she continued, "Okay, this is an investment in your future." She handed him the money, "Go get that phone."

"Bill said I should get the phone as soon as possible, so if you don't mind, I'll go do that right now." He took the money and returned it to his wallet. 

Cindy got up and busied herself with cleaning up Justin's room. "Sure, go ahead. I need to get this mess cleaned up. You being gone will let me focus on this and get it done."

"You don't need to do this, I can finish this up tonight when I get home." He took hold of her fore arm as she reached for another piece of clothing.

"Honey, I want to do this. What else can I do? The TV is broken and so is the radio, I might as well keep busy and get this mess cleaned up." She turned to him, "Go on, its getting late."

"You're the best Mom." He kissed her on the cheek then gave her a hug, "I love you."

She held him in that caress for a moment, then said, "I love you too, now get out of here and let me get back to work." 

Justin turned around to go, then felt the dagger at his ankle. With Cindy there in his room, he couldn't hide it there so he left his room and went to the bathroom, closed the door and unzipped his pants to take a leak before he left. As he stood there relieving himself he considered where he might hide the dagger. He knew Cindy didn't often open the lower drawer of the sink cabinet, so after shaking off the last drop of piss from his dick, he flushed the toilet, then returned his dick to his underwear, he zipped up and then pulled the dagger out from his sock. The bottom drawer was filled with old face cloths and face towels that hadn't been use in quite some time, so he put the dagger under the pile of towels and closed the drawer.

"See ya in a bit." Justin called to his Mom as he left the apartment.

— 

Justin was able to find a cell phone service provider who offered services that included an extra cell phone and number for only a dollar more, so when he returned home, he had a cell phone for his Mom and himself. He only had to pay about $50.00 up front by signing a contract for a service plan with a term of a year. They were able to activate his phone and number right away, so as he walked out the store, he dialed the modeling agency's phone number.

"Good afternoon, Male Models Limited, how may I help you?" Justin heard Bents voice greet him after one ring.

"Hello, this is Justin Justice. I was in there earlier this afternoon for an interview."

"Hi Justin, how may I help you?" Bent sounded cheerful.

"I'm calling you from my new cell phone. I need to give you my new phone number."

"That's great, just a moment please," Brent pulled up Justin's record on his computer, "Okay, what is the number?"

"666-6969"

"Okay, that's 666-6969?" Brent chuckled, "That's an interesting number combination."

Justin realize the joke and laughed, "Yep, that it is."

"Good, I've entered that number into your record. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, I guess not."

"Alright then, have a good evening, and I will see you next Wednesday."

"Thanks, see ya! Bye." Justin pressed the "end" button then put the phone into his front left pants pocket.

He happily walked home swinging the plastic bag holding the other phone and paperwork back and forth in time with this stride. When he was nearly home, he stopped at an empty bus stop bench and sat down for a moment. He removed the card Bill had given him and found the number on it to call to make arrangements for his nude photo shoot. He dialed the number, the phone rang several times before someone answered.

"Ya, who's dis? What ya want?" A raspy male voice sounded as though he was irritated at having to answer the phone.

"My name is Justin Justice, Bill Williams gave me your card and said I should call you about doing a photo shoot tomorrow."

He heard a loud laugh, "Oh, you're the kid who let Bill suck your dick." He laughed again, "I guess he was impressed with you." There was a pause, Justin could barely hear the guy talking to someone in the background as he had his hand over the receiver. "Um, you know you got to be naked for this shoot right?"

"Yeah,"

"You're not working for the cops or anything like that are you kid?"

"What? Me?" Justin laughed nervously, "No way man, what makes you think that?"

"In dis business, you gotta be on the look out for stoolies." Another pause with muffled voices in the background. "You know where Hotel Butterfly is?"

"Is that that old hotel on the south side of the city?" Justin had heard about that place in high school. It was known by all the high school kids as a great place to rent a cheap room for a night, to party, drink, do drugs, and have sex without fear of being bothered by the proprietors.

"Yeah, dat's it. Be here by noon."

"Bill said I'd get paid right away for this job," Justin paused for a moment.

"If you're as hot as Bill said, we will do a lot of business together, so get your ass here by noon. Room 69."

Before Justin could reply, the guy hung up.

He sat there for a moment looking at his new cell phone. He found the menu where he could add phone numbers, then entered the phone number for the other phone he was going to give to his Mom, then Marty's phone number, then the Modeling Agency's number and finally the number from the business card. When he was done, he saw the time on the phone display, and felt his stomach growling for food so he got up and returned to his journey home. He wasn't far from Molly's Diner, so he decided to stop in for that free piece of pie she'd offered him earlier.

- - -

The lights were on in the diner and lit up the outside sidewalk as Justin entered the diner. He looked around, the place was packed. There was only one empty chair at the counter, so he went and sat down there. Molly was busily rushing around taking orders, at the counter, pouring coffee refills and such stuff when she noticed he'd sat down.

"Hi Sweetie!" She greeted him a bit more cheerfully than he'd expected she would, "Are you here for that piece of pie?"

"Yes Mam, and a Pepsi please." Justin put the bag on the counter in front of himself.

The woman next to him on his right was just finishing her meal and the guy on his left was still looking over the menu. The guy looked a little familiar, but Justin didn't want to stare at him to figure out where he'd seen him before.

Molly appeared before Justin holding a plate in one hand with a large piece of apple pie topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream that was melting from the warmth of the pie. She placed the pie and soda before him. "Here ya go Sweetie. If you need anything else, just let me know."

"Sure thing, thanks." Justin picked up the fork and leaned in over the counter just a bit so the smell of the fresh apple pie filled his nostrils. He smiled broadly, "You know I love your pie with ice cream on top don't ya?"

"As long as I can remember, you've been lovin' my pie, and I've been lovin' serving it to you." Molly took her little order tickets out of her apron pocket and held it and pen ready to take the order of the person sitting there still reviewing the menu. 

"What can I get for you Hun?" she said to him.

"Oh, I think I'll have the dinner special of the day please. Hold the onions, and can I have extra sauce please?" He put down the menu and looked at Molly who was writing down his order.

"Sure Hun, and what would you like to drink?"

"Oh, water is fine, thanks." He smiled.

"Thanks Hun, I'll have your meal here shortly." Molly turned away and then place his order ticket on the rotating clip stand that was nearly filled with order tickets.

It came to Justin where he'd seen this guy before, he was the guy filling out the application form at the modeling agency as he was leaving. "Hey, how's it going?" Justin said as he turned slightly towards this guy.

He looked at Justin for a moment before he realized he'd seen Justin earlier at the modeling agency. "I got sort of hungry after paying my dues." He laughed while looking into Justin's eyes.

"Yeah, I know what ya mean." Justin joined him in laughter. "My name is Justin."

"Hey Justin, my name is Clark." They shook hands. Justin's grip was a bit firmer than Clark's grip. "So, umm, what do you think of that agency?"

"I don't know yet. I didn't expect things to go the way they did, but, hey, I got a photo shoot tomorrow."

"Wow, that's awesome dude." Clark was looking over Justin, his eyes wandered from Justin's eyes on down to his crotch before he quickly returned his gaze to Justin's face. "I got a job for tomorrow too, that's amazing, isn't it?"

"I guess, I mean, I didn't know what to expect." It was Justin's turn to casually scope out Clark's young lean body. Justin was captivated by Clark's sparkling beautiful blue eyes. "My shoot is at noon tomorrow, when is yours?"

"Did Bill give you a business card with a number on it to call?"

"Oh, Bill interviewed you too?" Justin looked at Clark's crotch for a moment. "Yeah, I called that number a little while ago."

"So did I." Clark paused for a moment, mindlessly shuffling his napkin and silverware around a bit, "I'm suppose to be at the Hotel Butterfly by noon tomorrow."

"Oh man, this is strange." Justin laughed.

"No shit." Clark laughed.

"I guess we will be seeing MORE of each other." Justin laughed again.

"No doubt." Clark turned more towards Justin, "I look forward to it." He winked.

Justin busied himself with his pie and soda which disappeared from his plate and glass quickly. When he was finished, Molly came over and removed his empty plate.

"Would you like a refill on that soda Sweetie?" She wiped the counter in front of Justin with a damp cloth.

"No thanks, I'm done." He reached for his wallet, "How much do I owe you?"

"I told you this one's on the house." She paused for a moment, "I'll charge you double for the next one." She laughed out loud and Justin joined her.

"Sure thing. Thanks Molly." Justin swung his chair around towards Clark to leave. "Nice to have met you Clark. See ya around."

"Bye, see ya." Another waitress was placing Clark's plate of food before him, so he turned to her, smiled and prepared to chow down.



Good Afternoon Ch. 09



Chapter 9.

Upon arriving home, it was almost dark outside, lights from many of the apartment building windows shown through the windows, a few were open with their curtains flowing in and out of the window with the slight breeze that carried with it a cool dampness. Officer Blake wasn't anywhere to be seen, but there was a young attractive female officer walking around the building entrance. Justin leaped up the apartment building steps taking 3 steps at a time. The young woman stopped him before he could reach for the door knob.

"Do you live here?" She said rather flatly.

"Yes, I'm Justin Justice. There was a break in in our apartment this morning. That's why you're here, isn't it?"

"Affirmative. Officer Blake's shift ended, so I've taken his place." She looked him over somewhat suspiciously, "He had nothing out of the ordinary to report, but I've been assigned to patrol this area on foot for the night."

"Great. I know my Mom will rest more easy knowing someone is on the watch tonight."

With that he entered the building and leaped up the steps to the second floor taking 3 steps at a time. As he walked down the corridor, he had an urge to see if Marty had gotten home yet, so when he came to Marty's apartment door, he knocked a couple of times. There was no answer. Just out of curiosity, he tried the door and found it was unlocked, so he slowly opened the door.

"Marty, are you here?" He called out as he stuck is head into the barely opened doorway. There was a light on in the bathroom, but the rest of the apartment was dark, so he came in and closed the door behind himself. 

"Marty? Its me, Justin." He looked around and slowly approached the open door of the lit bathroom. There was no one there, but the sink faucet was dripping onto the sink which was almost over flowing with water. Justin looked closer to find a white t-shirt covered with blood stains was being soaked in the sink. 

"Holy shit!" He stepped back a step in shock at the sight of the blood stained t-shirt, turned and rushed back out of the apartment.

- - -

"Mom, I'm home!" Justin called as he entered their apartment. He could smell food cooking and heard his Mom humming a melody as she was cooking in the kitchen. "I'll take this trash out." He sat the bag which contained the phone and paperwork on the little table next to the doorway, then picked up the 3 trash bags, sat them in the hallway for a moment while he closed the apartment door. The bags were heavy with their contents, so he had to shift his grip a few times so the plastic bag didn't cut off his circulation as he gripped them firmly in his hands. He headed down the back steps of the apartment building where the trash dumpsters were lined up against a delapidated wooden fence that separated the area from the back are of apartment building next door. He opened the dumpster lid, then threw each bag in one at a time. He heard a shriek as one of the bags hit a rat that had been scavenging food from the dumpster. He slammed the lid shut then headed back into the building. Before he opened the door, he stood on the back stoop and looked around and up at the buildings which were on the other side of the wide alley way. He was looking for a window from which the picture in his pocket might have been taken. From that angle, he really couldn't see much more than the lights shining through the windows. After a short while, the opened the door and returned to his apartment.

When Justin entered their apartment, Cindy was just coming out of the kitchen. "Dinner's ready dear, go get washed up so we can eat."

And so he did, he washed his hands and face, and combed his hair. He hung the hand towel on the towel rack before turning off the bathroom light and heading back to the kitchen.

"I got a little surprise for you Mom." Justin held the bag behind his back as he entered the kitchen. 

Cindy was already seated at the kitchen table serving herself with some of the food she'd prepared. "Oh? What is it?" she looked up from the serving bowl of mashed potatoes.

Justin handed her the bag. "The cell phone plan I got gave me an extra phone and number for only a dollar more so now you have a phone too!" he was excited and showed it in his voice and actions. "Isn't that great?"

She removed the box containing the new cell phone from the bag and looked it over, "This is wonderful. I'm glad we finally have a phone once again."

So, as they sat there and ate together, Justin told her about how to use the cell phone. He also showed her how to enter phone numbers into the phone's phone book by entering his cell phone number into the phone book. They were both excited like children on Christmas morning playing with their new toys. He removed the phone battery charger kit from the bag, placed it on the counter next to the digital clock and plugged it in. He placed his own phone in the charger rack before setting down to finish his meal.

After the meal was over, he helped clear the table and helped do the dishes. He dried the dishes as Cindy handed them to him after having rinsed them in the warm flowing water. She hummed a random melody as she washed the dishes. Occasionally, she brushed the hair out of her eyes out of habit without even thinking about doing it. 

With the dishes done, the kitchen back in order, they both went into the living room where they both sat on the sofa. Cindy had started another sewing project, so busied herself with that while Justin found a magazine he'd not read before and thumbed through it looking for something interesting to read.

"In going through your room, I found a nasty paperback book on the floor." Cindy didn't look at him as she spoke, "Where in the world did you get such a book?"

Justin blushed, "What book? You found a nasty book in my room?" He knew what she was talking about but played it dumb.

"It was a paper back book with the cover torn off." She looked at him briefly before returning her attention to the sewing. "I don't know why, but I opened it and read a few lines from a random page." She continued her sewing but didn't say anything for a few moments, "Is that the kind of stuff you spend your time reading when you go to your room to read?"

"Oh, THAT book," he chuckled, "I found that outside the front of the apartment building on the side walk. I was going to read it, but didn't have a chance to yet." He paused, "It's a nasty book?"

"Yes. I threw it in the trash with the rest of the broken stuff. I don't want you reading such filth." She stopped her sewing and looked at him sternly.

"That's cool. I'm sorry, I didn't know that's the kind of book it was. You know how much I like to read, so I couldn't pass up a book laying on the sidewalk. What do you mean by nasty?"

"Well, it had sexual stuff between a man and a boy. I only read a few lines, but it was revolting."

"Oh. I'm sorry I picked it up. I guess I shouldn't pick up stuff I find on the sidewalk. There must be some perverts who live around here or something." He desperately wanted to change the subject. "Would you mind telling me again what happened this morning?"

"I told the investigator this morning, you were there, you were listening weren't you?"

"Yeah, but I'd like to hear about it again if you don't mind, I mean, I was pretty shook up and all, so I wasn't focusing very well. I was so worried about you being okay and everything."

"It wasn't long after you left that I heard someone knocking on the apartment door, I thought maybe you'd forgotten your key and locked yourself out, so I opened the door only to be hit in the face by this man dress all in black. He wore a stocking cap that was rolled down over his face so all I could see were his brown eyes. He violently pushed open the door, hit me in the face with his closed fist which sort of knocked me out. The next thing I knew, my wrist ached from the cloth he'd bound my hands together with, my cheek really hurt, and my mouth was taped shut with duct tape. I looked around still not seeing too clearly to realize I was laying on the floor in my bedroom." She rubbed her cheek which was swollen and bruised. "I heard crashing and breaking sounds coming from the living room, then your bedroom. I feared for my life, so I just laid there as still as I could with my eyes closed." She looked into the space before her, looking but not really looking, visualizing the experience. "I don't know how long it was, but eventually the sounds stopped and it became very quite." She looked at him, "Then I heard the door open and you call to me. You know the rest."

"How tall was he? Could you tell me anymore about his size and stuff?"

"I can't say, I only caught a glimpse of him before he hit me." She paused, "What kind of awful man hits a woman? If your father was still here, that man would have hell to pay for hitting me like that."

"He'll have hell to pay if I ever get my hands on him." Justin said angrily.

"I didn't really mean that, I mean, let the police handle this. Its bad enough that our home was broken into, I don't want anything worse to happen, especially to you."

"I'm no fool ya know. I know how to take care of myself." He thought back to his high school days, "Taking that self defense class at school was time well spent."

"Fighting someone with helmet gloves and padding isn't anything like fighting someone on the streets." She looked him straight in the eyes, "I want you to promise me you won't take the law into your own hands. I want you to promise me that you will let the police take care of this."

"What if the police never do anything? What if that guy comes here again when I'm here? Do you want me to hide in a corner and let whatever happens happen?" 

"There are a lot of "what ifs" that I don't have answers for, but I do know I love you and don't want you to be hurt. Please promise me you will let the law handle this."

"Okay, I promise, but I'm not going to stand by and let someone hit you again without doing anything to defend you."

"Fair enough."

They sat there for a long time in silence, Cindy working on her sewing project and Justin reading the magazine article. Time passed and it seemed that the evening and night routine returned as much to normal as it could without having a working TV or radio. 

Justin looked at his watch to see it was already ten o'clock. "I'm gonna go to bed. Good night Mom." He leaned towards her while still seated on the sofa, kissed her on the cheek that wasn't bruised, then got up and headed for his room, "I love you Mom."

"Good night sweet heart. Sweet dreams." She put the remainder of her project back in the basket, stood up, stretched then said, mostly to herself since Justin had already left the room, "I'm tired too, I think I'll hit the hay as well. Its been a long hard day."



Good Afternoon Ch. 10



"This has been a special report for channel 13, Eye on the News" 

The camera man widened his shot as the reporter finished her closing line. Flames and smoke billowed from what appeared to be a huge pile of debris half a block away behind the reporter. The red flashing lights of fire trucks, ambulances and police vehicles strobed the camera lense with their rotating light. He got the cue from the director through his head phones, so he pressed the record button again to end the recording, then took the camera off his shoulder and turned around to head back to the news truck.

"I'm gonna go see if I can get any more information on what happened and if there are any survivors." She handed him her microphone and ear piece, "I'll be right back." Once freed of her mic and ear piece, she turned around and walked down the middle of the street towards the emergency response command center. The air was thick with smoke which occasionally changed directions as the wind circled the fire. The orange and yellow flames occasionally leaped into the night sky doing their fire dance. She had to watch her step as she walked, she nearly stepped on a partially burnt doll head that must have belonged to some young girl who resided in that building. It startled her for a moment because the only light was that coming from the fire, so the image of the head on the ground wasn't at first clear what it actually was. The impact and explosion had been thrown more than a block away. The windows of all the buildings she passed were shattered, the pieces of glass on the ground acted like little mirrors each with the dancing flames reflected in them. There were other pieces of debris she stepped over and around before she finally arrived at the command center. She didn't want to look too closely for fear of what she might see.

The command center consisted of a Emergency Response Mobile Unit manned by both the fire department and the police department. They where giving instructions through walkie talkies, cell phones and police radios as she approached as well as getting updates and information on casualties and the extent of the damage. 

"This is a restricted area," The police officer, blocked her path as she neared the mobile unit. "You'll have to leave."

"I'm Brenda Chase from Channel 13 Eye on the News, can I speak to someone about what has happened here?" She looked over his shoulder towards an overweight older man wearing a fire cheif's uniform. She took another step to approach the fire chief, but the officer blocked her progress. "Look, I'm only trying to do my job, let me talk to someone for 5 minutes, then I'll be on my way.

The red flashing lights lite up the left side of his face as he held his ground. He had a microphone clipped to his shoulder which he activated, "Chief, a reporter from Channel 13 news is here, she wants to speak to someone for 5 minutes."

She didn't hear the reply because the officer had an ear piece similar to the one she used wedged into this right ear. "You got 5 minutes." He turned to his left and pointed to an open door on the mobile unit, "The information liaison is in there, he can fill you in on what we know so far." He stepped aside and let her proceed to the mobile unit.

She entered the unit to find several people seated before a bank of computer screens, phones and radios, they were all engrossed in their specific jobs. Some wore head phones while other had spiral wired ear pieces in their ears. As she stepped into the unit, a tall thin man spun his chair around and almost leaped out of his chair towards here. "Brenda Chase! I watch you on the news all the time." He extended his hand in anticipation of a hand shake. He smiled as she took his hand. Her grip was very firm for a beautiful young woman which sort of surprised him. "I understand you want an update on the situation here?"

"Yes, that's right." She returned his smile, "I know you are very busy, so I won't take much of your time." She pulled a tablet and pen from her shoulder bag to take notes with, "Can you give me a brief overview of what happened, the extent of the damage and a casualty count?"

"Sure," He pulled out his chair and offered it to her so she could sit while taking notes, "Would you like to sit down?"

She sat in the chair, placed her shoulder bag on her lap as a sort of table where she place the tablet and looked up at him awaiting the information she'd come there for.

"At about 3:07 a.m. the fire department received a call from the airport control tower indicating a commercial cargo plane was having engine difficulties as well as some problem with navigation and control surfaces. They indicated the plane was quickly losing altitude and substantially off course. They projected that the plane would crash somewhere in this vicinity in about 10 to 15 minutes. Most of the people in this area probably didn't get the warning notice, so they probably didn't know what hit them." He paused for a moment.

"We dispatched the alert immediately, notified the police and emergency response teams." The plane apparently nearly fell out of the sky as the impact crater took out several apartment complexes rather than blocks of them. As far as we can tell, several of the apartment buildings on the block of East Street at Second Street were totally destroyed upon impact. The apartment buildings as well as businesses in the surrounding area have also sustained damage from the explosion, fire and flying debris. We don't have a fatality count yet, but we expect the number to be between 200 to 300 people." He paused again with a lump in his throat at the thought of all the dead and suffering people. 

"Right now, our primary objective is to put the fire out and keep it from spreading." He apparently heard something in his ear piece, "If you have no further questions, I have work to do here."

"I have a lot of questions, but this might not be the time to ask them." She stood up, put the tablet and pen into her bag which she then hung from her shoulder, "Thank you very much for your time." With that, she turned around and left.

- - -

The front page of the local news paper had a large picture taken during the early morning light the following morning of the aftermath showing a huge blackened hole with scattered debris everywhere. Several days later, another news paper article included a list of known casualties, amongst them where Cindy Justice and her son Justin Justice. The closing line to that article was a quote from a John Lennon song, "Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans."



Good Afternoon Ch. 11



(What follows in this chapter, is sort of like first episode of season 2 of a TV series. Chapter 10 might be likened to the season 1 final episode cliff hanger.)

*

The ringing of Justin's cell-phone, which was on his night stand next to the lamp and clock woke him from a dream where he was being chased by a pack of wolves howling and snarling as they drew nearer to him. He was startled by the phone ringing and the dream at the same time. He took a moment to get his orientation then opened the phone, held it to his ear as he rested his head on the soft puffy pillow. "Hello?"

"Hey, Justin, I hope I didn't wake you up did I?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar, but Justin didn't recognize it right away. "This is Clark, remember me?"

"Umm, yeah I remember you. What the fuck are you doing calling me at this hour?" Justin rolled over on his side so he was looking at the glowing numbers of his clock, "It's midnight." 

"I usually don't go to bed until later, so I'm laying here thinking about you. I got a big hard on just thinking of you." Silence hung in the air except for the faint sound of Clark's breathing. "I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of calling the modeling agency to get your phone number." He paused, "They weren't going to give it to me, but I told them I met you at the café and you left your sunglasses on the counter, and I wanted to return them to you."

"I don't have any sunglasses." Justin was becoming more awake.

"Oh, well, a guy will do crazy things when he is in love." Clark laughed. "I'm stroking my dick right now." He breathed harder into the phone. "Wanna come over and help me out here?"

"I don't know where you are, and even if I did, I don't think I could get there at this hour." Justin's freehand reached into his underwear and held his own dick, squeezing it until it began to come alive and get hard.

"I have a car, I can come get you." Clark held the phone down by his dick so that the sound of him stroking his hard cock could be heard on the phone by Justin. He returned the phone to his ear, "What's your address?"

"My address is 7 East Street, apartment 182." He paused, "Do you know where that is?"

"Yep, I'll be there in about 15 minutes. Be out front. I drive a red BMW." Clark sounded excited. "Get out of bed dude, hurry up."

"Oh, okay, see ya in 15." Justin closed the cell-phone which ended the conversation. He threw back the covers and swung he legs out of the bed. His dick was still hard from his stroking it so the dick head peeked out of the top of his underwear waist band. There was light coming into his room through the window from the lighting of the building across the alley way, so he didn't bother to turn his light on. He pulled a plain white t-shirt over his head, and slipped into this jeans. When he was dressed, he opened his bedroom door quietly so as not to wake up his mom. He quietly went to the front door where he found his sandals and slipped them on. He quietly closed the apartment door behind himself and locked it. Than walked down the hallway, then down the stairs.

When he was out front of the apartment building, he didn't see the police officer anywhere around, so he sat on the top step and looked up and down the empty street. It wasn't too long and he heard the roar of a sports car engine, heard squealing tires as a red BMX sped around the corner to his right. He got up and walked down the steps, then waited at the curb until the car came to a stop right next to him.

The passenger window rolled down, "Get in, lets go dude!" Clark sat behind the wheel beckoning for Justin to get in.

Justin opened the car door then slipped into the black leather seat. He grabbed the seat belt and fastened it over his shoulder and waist. With that, Clark hit the gas and they sped away into the night.

"Hey, man, slow down a bit will ya?" Justin was uncomfortable with the quick acceleration and speed Clark was driving. "I want to live to see the sun come up in the morning, if ya don't mind." He was looking at Clark who was bear chested and only wearing what appeared to be loose fitting swimming trunks.

"Oh, sorry," Clark chuckled, "I have a lead food" He slowed down to a more reasonable speed as they drove down the mostly empty dark streets out of the apartment district.

"Where are we going?" Justin scoped out the car, admiring it and realizing it was a new car. It had that new car, fresh leather seat smell too.

"We have a guest house on our property." Clark looked away from the road for a moment, smiling at Justin. I think you'll like it." His eyes returned to the road as he continued, "We have a lit heated pool, sauna and workout room attached to the guest house." He looked at Justin again for a moment, "You like to work out?"

"Yeah, I guess, I mean, I don't belong to a gym or anything, but often used the exercise equipment at school."

"I love to work out my dick. I hope you will help me with that." Clark laughed out loud.

Justin looked over at Clark's crotch where he could see the swim trunks where slightly tented from Clark's erection. "Might as well give it a work out, I mean, that's what a healthy guy needs to do, right?"

"For sure." Clark's right hand dropped from the steering wheel and ended up on Justin's left leg. "I can't wait to see your dick Justin. If it is as beautiful as you are, I may have a heart attack when I see it." He blushed slightly as his hand moved to stroke over Justin's crotch area.

"How much further till we get there?" Justin said curiously.

"I'm almost there, all's I need is to get those pants out of the way," Clark laughed. His hand felt Justin dick get hard under the layers of cloth.

"No, I mean, till we get to your place."

"Its just a few blocks further. Not far." The had just entered a gated community guard station where a uniformed guard let them pass without slowing down. The properties within this community looked to be on 2 to 5 acres of land each. The houses where all custom built and many had several expensive cars parked out front of them. The road was lined with trees and well cared for lawns and landscaping. They finally came to the end of the road where small lights lined the driveway which curved around to the left behind a 2 story white house which had for columns supporting a slight overhang at the front face of the house. As they rounded the curve, Justin could see a large 1 story house where the inside lighting could be seen through the sheer curtains of the front window. To the back and side of the house was the lit swimming pool where small whiffs clouds from the warm pool water rose up into the air.

The car stopped, Clark turned off the engine, looked over at Justin and said, "Here we are."



Good Afternoon Ch. 12



Geez! Are you fuckin' rich or what? Justin looked around outside before opening the car door to get out. In front of him was the 2 car garage door which was closed. The garage was attached to the guest house by a short glass enclosed hallway towards the rear right side of the garage. Beyond the hallway, Justin could see a portion of the swimming pool which from what he could see and guess, was a regulation Olympic sized swimming pool. The landscaping was beautifully maintained, an 8 foot high hedge lined the drivers side of the drive way starting where the drive way curved and ran past the front of the garage. Justin was awed by the sites he was taking in, and apparently, so was Clark, as he silently sat staring at Justin all the while.

"Are we going to sit here all night, or what?" Justin had his right hand on the door latch ready to open the door.

"Oh," Clark snapped out of his daydreaming chuckling embarrassedly, "Sure, let me show you around." With that Clark got out of the car then walked around the front of the car where he stood for a moment adjusting his swim trunks so the legs portion hung properly.

Justin got out of the car as well, "Lead the way." 

Clark did lead the way and as he walked in front of Justin, Justin watched his nicely shaped butt swivel with each step. Clark's lean back didn't have much of a "v" shape, but was well tanned as was the rest of his body. His short blonde hair rustled in the slight night breeze. He noticed that Clark and him were about the same size except that he was a bit more muscular. Having taken the opportunity to check out Clark like that, he quickened his pace just a bit so he was walking next to him.

Clark walked up to the front door of the guest house which was at front center of the house, below the large picture window to the left of the double doors were colorful flowers planted in rows. They stepped up a couple of steps and stood on the covered porch as Clark unlocked the front door and opened it. He stepped to the side a bit and beckoned for Justin to enter first.

As Justin entered the foyer area, the lighting which had been very dim, automatically adjusted to a brighter setting. The ceramic tile on the floor reflected the small light fixtures embedded in the ceiling. Clark closed the door behind him, then put his right arm over Justin's shoulder to hold him closer as they proceeded into the main part of the house. Along the way, Clark pointed out what he thought were items of interest like the original Greek statue of a nude young male standing with his left foot forward looking down and to the left, with his left hand on his hip and his right hand extended as though holding a glass of whine. The white marble statue was in perfect shape standing next to the whine cabinet which was stocked from top to bottom with fine wines.

"That's a statue of the Greek god of whine and merriment." Clark touched its penis, "For a god, he doesn't have a very big dick!" He laughed loudly and Justin joined in on the laugh. 

They proceeded through the house mostly in the main living spaces in a similar manner. When they made it to the back of the house, they'd come to a den and game room area which had large sliding glass doors which opened to the pool area. At the end of the room to their right was a 60 inch high definition television screen encased in a wooden cabinet which was designed specifically for the TV and sound system. The furniture at that end of the room was arranged for optimal viewing pleasure. At the other end of the room was a small bar complete with a brass foot rail and 4 bar stools. Behind the bar on stepped shelves were an assortment of alcohols and above them were racks where several sizes and shapes of crystal glasses hung awaiting use. Behind the stepped shelves was a textured glass window which you couldn't see through but was made to show the colored lighting behind it. The lighting color could be adjusted to fit the mood for the night or party.

"Want a drink?" Clark stepped behind the bar watching Justin as he looked around the room. 

"I'm not old enough to drink, I mean, I don't drink." Was all Justin said as he looked around at the pinball machines and other electronic games to the sides of the bar.

"Hey, I don't have to see your ID." Clark started to pour himself a shot of tequila. "Come on, try this," He held up the bottle, "This stuff cost around a hundred dollars a bottle."

"Holy shit! You must be rich!" Justin had moved over to the bar and sat on one of the plush leather stools in front of Clark.

Clark got another shot glass and sat it next to his, then poured one for Justin. He capped the bottle, placed it back where he'd gotten it, then slid the one he'd filled for Justin towards him on the black marble bar top.

"You sip this stuff." He picked up his glass and sniffed it. He held it out in front of himself towards Justin in a toast. "To our new found friendship."

Justin who hadn't had any experience with alcohol before, did as Clark did. They clanked their glasses together then each took a sip of the tequila. It was very smooth and tasted a bit peppery to Justin. The alcohol burned a bit as it passed over his tongue and down his throat.

Clark came out from behind the bar and headed over to the cushioned chairs in front of the TV screen. Justin followed. He swung the chairs around so they were in front of each other. He then picked up a remote control, and pressed a couple of buttons which caused music to softly fill the room. He pushed another button which caused the lights to dim a bit.

"How do you like it?" Clark took another sip of his drink.

"Its okay, I guess. I've never had alcohol before, so I wouldn't really know if it was good or not." Justin took a larger sip this time. "Do you drink a lot?"

"Nah, only when I'm trying to get a cute guy drunk so I can fuck him." Clark sat his glass down on the small end table next to him, leaned forward then put his right hand on Justin's knee. "Want to get more comfortable?" He rubbed Justin's left leg creeping towards his crotch. "Want to go for a swim?"

Justin took another large sip of the drink. He was already beginning to feel light headed. He held it in his mouth a bit longer this time and let it slosh around his tongue before swallowing it. "You don't need to get me drunk to fuck me." He was feeling more bold than normal so he gulped down the rest of the drink, sat his glass next to Clark's, then leaned forward to kiss him. Clark's open mouth met Justin's, their arms hugging and bringing each other closer. Their tongues met and danced with each other. Both of them were enjoying the moment, but sitting in these chairs opposite each other was a bit uncomfortable, so they slid out of the chairs so they were laying body against body on the carpeted floor.

Clark's naked nipples rubbed against the soft cotton fabric of Justin's t-shirt while they continued their embrace and kiss. Justin's hands moved down Clark's smooth back where his finger tips slid down and inside the back of Clark's trunks. Each hand found a butt cheek and caressed and kneaded it. 

Clark's fingers ran through Justin's soft brown hear holding him in the lustful kiss. His dick was throbbing hard and he could feel the bulge of Justin's dick as their crotches pressed one against the other.

They didn't want to end the moment, the kiss, the touching but their clothing was getting in the way. They broke the kiss and took a deep breath, looking deeply into each others eyes. Justin was experiencing the effect of the alcohol. He started to quickly get up so he could take off his t-shirt. He lost his balance and fell over onto the cushioned chair. He laughed at his clumsiness as he recovered his balance.

Clark laughed with Justin, "Ah ha! I've got you where I want you now." He reached up to the table where he found his drink. He sat up and gulped the rest of the drink down then returned the glass to the end table.

"Let me help you with that." Clark took the bottom of Justin's t-shirt and pulled it out and up towards Justin's head. Justin lifted his arms over his head and leaned towards Clark so the pulling motion would allow the shirt to slip off more easily. Once it was off, Clark let it drop to the floor. His fingers rubbed softly over Justin's nicely formed chest and down over his firm belly. He leaned forward and licked Justin's left nipple. That send a shiver through Justin's body.

While Clark continued to fondle Justin's torso, they both stood up still facing each other. Justin unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and lowered the zipper which let his pants drop down to his knees. The white Jockey shorts bulged with his hard dick as it laid encased within the shorts to the left.

Justin sat on the chair behind him and lifted his feet off the floor. Clark took hold of the back of Justin's sandals and slipped them both off at the same time, letting them drop to the floor, then yanked the pants off and dropped them in the pile of clothing on the floor. The smell of young lustful bodies grew in the air. Justin's dick throbbed strongly in his shorts as did Clark's within his trunks.

They both returned to a reclining position on the floor where they rolled around, kissed and fondled each other's body. Justin reached into Clark's trunks to find the sticky pre-cum oozing from Clark's uncut dick. He stroked the skin down from the dick head and back again several times while Clark found and gripped Justin's dick in a similar manner. They were both on the verge of cumming.

"I'm gonna cum." Clark whispered into Justin's ear. Then licked the ear he'd just whispered into. Justin began to stroke Clark's dick harder and faster as did Clark to Justin's dick. They both pulled down the front of the other's clothing and pounded the other's dick in rhythm with each other. As they did so, they locked in an open mouth kiss with their tongues fondling each other passionately. With their heads spinning from the lust and alcohol their climaxes built to an explosion point.

Justin felt the warm cum eject from Clark's hard throbbing dick which he continued to milk until every drop had found its release. Clark's cum sprayed his own chest and the carpet between them. 

Shortly after Clark's orgasmic convulsions subsided, Justin's cum found it's release exploding from his dick head onto Clark's tightly gripping hand, then dripping onto the carpet. Clark continued to stroke Justin's dick for some time after his convulsions had faded.

Having both found release, they held each other in a mutually satisfied embrace savoring the moments.

"Shit, I didn't get to fuck you." Clark grinned while looking into Justin's eyes.

"That's okay, we can do that later if you want." Justin kissed Clark on the lips.

"Well, to be honest, I would really rather you fuck me instead of the other way around." Clark returned Justin's kiss.

"That works for me." Justin paused for a moment, "Lets do that in a bed though. This floor is too hard."

"Of course. Might as well be as comfortable as possible."

The grandfather clock next to the coat rack struck 2 chimes after a short melodic tune.

"I'm tired." Justin said sleepily.

"Yeah, I guess it is getting late." They both sat up repositioning their shorts and trunks. "Lets take a shower then I'll show you where the bedrooms are."

Justin gathered his clothes while Clark went behind the bar, wet a towel, then came back to scrub their cum out of the carpet. Once he was satisfied with his efforts, he repositioned the chairs and end tables so they were positioned as they had been. He then put the 2 glasses in the small sink behind the bar. Justin was waiting holding his clothing in his arms before himself while Clark made sure everything was in order. Once he was satisfied, Clark clicked the remote which turned off the music and lights. He put the remote control down and then headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. Justin followed close behind.

The bathroom not only had a large shower area, it also had a sunken tub with power spray nozzles in its walls to churn the water when the tub was filled. Beyond the tub was the entrance to the sauna which Clark said could hold 6 people comfortably. He then entered a small room then emerged with 2 large soft white towels and matching wash cloths.

The shower was huge by comparison to Marty's shower. This one had 2 shower heads on opposite walls with the shower entrance side having textured glass doors. There was one control handle for each shower head which could be adjusted for the temperature setting you preferred as well as the spray type you wanted.

Justin stepped out of his shorts and Clark removed his trunks. They stood for a moment admiring each others completely naked body.

Clark grasped his chest as though he was having a heart attack. He staggered a bit, then laughed out loud.

Justin looked at him in shock for a moment, then realized he was just acting.

"Oh my God! You are beautiful." Clark came closer to Justin touched his shoulder and kissed him on the lips.

"You're not so bad yourself" Justin smiled.

They both stepped into the shower. Clark gave Justin a brief lesson on how to set the temperature and spray settings, after which they went about washing themselves in silence.

Once they were done, they stepped out of the shower, dried themselves, then hung the wet towels on the empty towel hangers before heading off to the bedrooms. The bathroom had a door to each of the 2 bedrooms on that side of the house.

"Do you want to sleep alone, or would you mind a bed partner?" Clark stood inside the bathroom next to the open bedroom door.

"I'm use to sleeping alone, but hey, there is a first time for everything right?" Justin grinned.

"Great, I'd love to sleep with you in my arms." He took hold of Justin's hand and led him into the large bedroom where a king sized bed awaited them. Clark threw back the covers. "Which side do you prefer?"

"Umm, the left side I guess." Justin went round to the left side of the bed then got in while Clark got into the bed on the right side. They rolled over towards each other. When Clark turned off the light, the only light in the room was a small night light in the light switch next to the bathroom door.

"Sweet dreams." Clark laid on his side facing Justin so that Justin's face was the last thing he saw before closing his eyes. He faded off to sleep with thoughts of their night spent together.

"See ya in the morning." Justin rolled over on his back and pulled the sheet and cover up to his neck, shuffled around a bit to get completely comfortable, then fell off to sleep quickly after closing his eyes. His head was still spinning a bit from the alcohol.



Good Afternoon Ch. 13



Chapter 13.

Justin’s physical sensations being in bed with Clark, feeling the warmth of his body next to his, and feeling Clark’s breath on his neck combined in his thoughts and dreams.  The alcohol effects also added flavor as though he was drifting down a lazy river, floating in a boat that carried him deeper and deeper into sleep.  As Justin was floating about, feeling as free as he’d ever felt, he also felt the warmth of the body next to his and his hands searched the darkness for and found the soft dick next to his own leg.   Was he dreaming this or was he actually holding someone’s dick?  He didn’t know, and he didn’t care.  He held it in his dream touch and his own dick became erect.  The floating of the boat was rhythmic, swaying slightly from side to side, drifting along under branches of large trees which filtered the sun light through their branches.  It was all so beautiful and wonderful until suddenly the scene completely changed.  The distant sky was filled with dark clouds that were building up and approaching.   The bright sky became darkened, the floating sensation was replaced by a feeling of cold hardness, the feeling of a barren desert night.   Suddenly, there was a bright flash of lightening in which, for a brief moment, he saw his mother’s face.  It faded away as quickly as it had appeared in the flash. being replaced once again by darkness.  There where multiple flashes of lightning which carried anguished screams and cries which each only existed in the moment of the flash.  He began to feel an ever increasing weight bare down upon him so that he was pinned to the ground and unable to move.  The clouds above him rolled and billowed angrily and had flashes of red and yellow folded into their ever changing forms.  The ground under him trembled.  The trembling built to a crescendo, then suddenly exploded in to a thunder that shook him and awoke him from the nightmare.  The thunderous rumble lingered as he let out a cry and jerked awake in a sitting position, shaking in the bed. He was trembling as the thunderous sound faded into the distance.   In those the first moments of being startled awake out of the nightmare dream, he didn’t realize where he was.  This place wasn’t his room, it didn’t at all look familiar.

“Hey,” Clark was awakened by the thunderous rumble and Justin’s startled cry.  “What was that?”

Hearing Clark’s voice made him remember where he was.  “Oh man, that was weird.”  Justin was trembling but didn’t know why.

“Man, are you okay?”  Justin’s trembling was shaking the bed.  Clark took him into his arms and held him in a loving embrace.  “Its okay, you were just having a bad dream.”  He said to comfort him.  Clark didn’t give a second thought to the thunderous sound that awoke him, but rather focused his attention on Justin.

“I wonder what time it is?”  Justin’s trembling was fading.  He looked around for a wall clock, but even if there was one, it was too dark to see it anyway.

Clark pressed a button on the night stand next to his bed which caused the time to glow on the ceiling.  “Its 3:22 a.m., you’re at our guest house remember?”

“Yeah, I know.”  Justin gently pushed Clark away now coming more to his senses, “Did you hear the thunder?”

“Yeah, it shook the house.  Must have been pretty close.”  He got out of bed and went to the window where he pulled back the curtain to look out into the night sky.  “I don’t see any clouds.  That’s odd.”  He returned to the bed slipping into the bed next to Justin.  “Want a glass of water or anything while we are awake?”

“No thanks.  If I drink now, I’ll have to get up to take a pee before morning.”  He laid back down and pulled the sheet up over himself.

“Okay, but if you want or need anything, wake me up and let me know.”  He paused a moment, “you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a stupid nightmare.”  Justin rolled over and kissed Clark on the cheek.  “Go to sleep.”  With that, he rolled over with his back to Clark and closed his eyes.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” Clark paused for a moment, “I mean your nightmare?”

Justin pulled the covers up closer to his face and said, “Na, go to sleep.  Sorry I woke you.”

“Its okay, everyone has nightmares, don’t worry about it.”  With that, Clark snuggled up next to Justin putting his arm over Justin’s shoulder in a relaxed embrace.  Soon they both were asleep again.



Good Afternoon Ch. 14



Justin woke up with the bright morning sun shining through the sheer bone colored curtains covering the bedroom windows. He had this uneasy feeling as though something wasn't right. He sat up at the edge of the bed with his feet touching the floor. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stretched a bit before standing up. His dick was standing up too as he had to take a piss, so he headed for the bathroom. When he entered the bathroom, he noticed that his clothes had been neatly folded and placed on a shelf where extra clean towels could be placed. He also noticed that the towels and wash cloths they used the night before had been replaced with fresh ones. He stood in front of the toilet waiting for his hard-on to subside. When it had, he relieved himself then looked for a handle to flush the toilet but couldn't find one. As he stepped away from the toilet, it automatically flushed and the toilet lid slowly lowered to the closed position. Next to the toilet was the vanity where a large well lit mirror topped the counter which held two sinks, each with gold colored fixtures in an elegant design. 

There was a liquid soap dispenser mounted next to the faucet knob. He turned the water on, adjusted the temperature then splashed his face washing the sleep out of his eyes. After drying his face he noticed a brush and comb compartment where he found a clear plastic wrapped comb and brush set. He tore open the plastic to remove the brush, then used it to brush his hair into place, admiring himself in the mirror as he stood naked before it. In another compartment were travel size samples of deodorant, after shave and cologne next to a cordless electric razor. He sniffed his left arm pit then decided to use the deodorant. He took his clothing off the shelf, got dressed, then returned to the bedroom to find Clark still in the bed with the pillow partially covering his head. 

He touched Clark's shoulder gently, "Hey, Buddy, are you going to sleep the day away?" He shook him a little harder, "Come on! Get up will ya?"

With that, Clark threw back the pillow and rolled over towards Justin, "What time is it?" He didn't really expect an answer. 

"I don't know, but the sun is shining through the windows so my guess is, it is late morning."

Clark pressed a button on the night stand and an electronic voice said, "The time is nine thirty seven a. m."

"Its nine thirty seven a. m., get your skinny butt out of that bed. I'm hungry."

Justin pulled down the covers which hid Clark's body, revealing Clark's naked body in all its hard-on splendor. With that, Clark stretched a bit, stroked his hard dick a couple of times, then slid out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.

"Use that phone there on the night stand. You can order breakfast." Clark's voice was muffled by the closing bathroom door. "Order anything you want. The servants will bring it to you in the game room, if that's okay with you."

Justin picked up the phone and held it to his ear. After a short time, a female voice spoke to him, "Good morning, how may I help you?" 

"Clark said I could order breakfast."

"Very well, what can I get for you?" 

Justin thought about it for a little while then said, "How about a couple of eggs over easy, 2 strips of crispy bacon, crispy hash browns and a couple of slices of whole wheat toast with strawberry jam. I'd also like a coffee with milk and sugar." He paused, "Oh, and I'd like a glass of orange juice too please."

"Sure thing. Would you like anything else?"

"No, that's all for me." 

"Would Master Clark wish to order something at this time?"

"Let me see, hold on." Justin put his hand over the phone and called out to Clark who now was running water in the bathroom, "Clark, they want to know if you want anything for breakfast."

"Tell them I want the usual." He paused, "Tell them to bring it to the guest house game room will you please?"

"Sure." Clark returned the phone to his ear, "Hello, Clark said he will have his usual."

"Very well. Will there be anything else?"

"Yeah, bring the food to the game room in the guest house please."

"As you wish." There was a short pause, "Your breakfasts will be delivered to the guest house game room in about 15 minutes."

"Thanks."

"You are most welcome Sir."

Justin returned the phone to the cradle. He called out to Clark, "They are going to bring the food to the game room in about 15 minutes." Justin mused to himself thinking he could get use to this arrangement fairly easily. 

Justin pulled his cell phone from his pocket, then pressed the numbers to call his Mom. The phone rang 3 times with no answer, then transferred to an automated answering service which instructed him to leave a message after the tone. "Hey Mom, its me, Justin. Sorry I wasn't there this morning. A friend called around midnight and invited me to spend the night over here. We're going to have breakfast, then I should be home around eleven or so. See ya in a bit. " He made a kissing sound, "Love ya Mom, Bye."

Clark came back into the bed room just as Justin was putting his phone back into his pocket. He was still naked, but without a hard-on. He was very casual about being naked as though it was normal for him to be naked in front of others. Justin enjoyed the view as Clark approached with his dick swinging from side to side as he walked towards him. His lean well shaped body was a pleasure to behold and he was sure others would love looking at it just as much as he did. The only difference for them, was they didn't get to touch it like he had.

"I gotta go to my room and get some clothes, want to come along?" he leaned closer to Justin's face so they where looking at each other eye to eye, with his hands on Justin's shoulders and smiled. He continued, "My room is upstairs in the main house."

If its all the same to you, I'd rather stay here and check out that big screen TV you've got. Justin grinned, "Do you have cable TV or satellite TV?"

Clark stood up straight again, "We have a couple of satellite dishes pointing at the different TV channel transmitters so you can watch pretty much whatever you want." He stroked his fingers through Justin's neatly brushed hair, "Most of it isn't in high definition though." Clark then moved his arm around Justin's shoulder and he move to Justin's side and began to lead the way back to the game room.

Once they were in the game room, Clark found the remote control and picked it up. "Here, let me show you how to use this remote." They both sat on the soft leather clad chairs facing the TV. Clark pressed a button on the remote which caused the curtains to be drawn closed so the room was a little darker for viewing the TV, then he pressed another button on the remote which turned on the TV. With Justin scooted as close to Clark's side as he could get, Clark showed Justin the various controls on the controller and how to select between the 2 satellite dishes. Justin was paying attention but also distracted by the view of Clark's dick which seemed to begin to get hard then soften again as Clark talked. When he had finished his tutorial, he handed the remote to Justin so he could explore the possibilities, then got up and headed off to his room.

"I wonder what's on at this time of day?" he said to himself as he began to cycle through the channels available on dish one. There were several channels in various foreign languages with news programs, game shows, soap operas and dubbed movies. He also came across some channels that had sports events being broadcast. He stopped surfing the channels to watch part of a soccer game for awhile, but couldn't understand the language of the announcers, so he resumed his channel surfing. The next channel was a sexually explicit programming channel where, a not so attractive older woman was being fucked by a grey haired, over weight man. The picture quality, lighting and audio were really bad so he flipped past that channel. 

After flipping through a few more channels, he came to a sexually explicit gay programming channel. There was an orgy of young, well built, well endowed men in a sauna who were all engaging in various sexual activities. While one guy was having his dick sucked, the same guy was stroking another guys dick while at the same time sucking another guys dick. The second guy who was having his dick sucked was also being kissed and having his balls fondled by another guy who was being fucked in the ass. The camera moved around lingering for awhile at various views of the activities. It looked like everyone was really enjoying the sexual interactions. Justin was getting a hard-on watching it. He rubbed his dick outside of his pants and sort of shifted it so it stood straight up pinned against his body by the underwear and pants. As he continued to watch his first ever porno movie, it became apparent that these guys enjoyed what they were doing, but probably didn't love the guys they were doing it with. Also, none of them were wearing rubbers, so this movie must have been made before AIDS appeared on the scene. The sound track was an upbeat melody with a lot of groaning and sexual activities sounds that didn't necessarily sync with the activities within the camera's view.

Justin heard foot steps approaching so he quickly changed channels which turned out to be a local regional news program. He turned away from the TV to see a man dressed very nicely in a black suit, white shirt and bow tie pushing a silver cart into the room. He moved the cart next to a small table. He pulled out a starched white table cloth and carefully placed it on the small round table. Then he put a vase of fresh cut flowers in the middle of the table followed by silverware and cloth napkins neatly arranged across from each other on the table. Once the place settings were ready, he stood next to the cart as though waiting for someone. 

A moment later, Clark came rushing into the room where upon arriving he said, "Thank you Charles." He paused for a moment as he approached one of the chairs at the table, he looked over at Justin and beckoned for him to join him at the table, then said, "I believe we are ready to be served."

Justin put down the remote control leaving the TV on that news channel. He turned the volume down very low so that it was barely noticeable. As Justin sat at the table and placed the cloth napkin on his lap, Charles lifted a silver domed lid revealing a steaming hot breakfast plate artfully arranged with garnishes on the plate. Charles placed a goblet of orange juice opposite the coffee cup which he then filled with steaming hot coffee. After returning the silver coffee pot to the cart, he picked up a matching silver milk container and offered to pour some into Justin's coffee, but Justin said, "Thanks, I can take it from here."

"As you wish." With that Charles placed the milk container on the table followed by the matching silver sugar container, bowed slightly and said, "If I may be of further service to you Sir, please feel free to ask." He smiled politely at Justin. Justin waited to start eating until Charles had performed a similar process with Clark's food and drinks. 

Once they were both served, Clark said, "Thank you Charles, that will be all for now."

Charles nodded to Clark then turned around and quietly left. They both began to eat. Justin's back was to the TV, but Clark was faced towards it so he was watching it and commenting on the picture quality and variety of channels available. Justin mentioned the gay channel he'd found which sparked a conversation about the program content and the possibility that what they were scheduled to do later might appear on such a channel.

Justin laughed out loud thinking about when he'd talk to his Mom about getting a satellite TV, and reconsidered,"I told my Mom I wanted to get a satellite TV so we could get more channels." He chuckled again, "Considering she might see me doing something like that on one of those channels, I don't think I want to get one after all." He laughed again. 

"You can always come over here and watch as much porn as you want." Clark winked at Justin, "But I'd rather we do it than watch it." He grinned.

"How about watching it and doing it?"

"Hum, now that's a possibility." Clark laughed and Justin nodded and laughed too.

When they were nearly done eating, a news recap with photos and various news story film clips was being aired. One of the clips was of what looked like a bombed out apartment community with broken windows and debris everywhere around a huge blackened hole. 

"Oh my God! It looks like those people over there will never stop killing each other." Clark sadly shook his head in disbelief and pointed at the TV screen. Justin turned around to see the footage of what looked like a bombed out apartment complex area.

"Wow, that's odd." He paused as he continued to watch, "That looks a lot like my neighborhood. I wonder where that is?" He scooted his chair away from the table and turned it so it was more facing the TV.

Clark got up, went over to the remote and turned up the volume so they could clearly hear what the announcer was saying.

The announcers narrative continued over the film footage, ". . . The plane apparently nearly fell out of the sky as the impact crater took out several apartment complexes rather than blocks of them. As far as we can tell, several of the apartment buildings on the block of East Street at Second Street were totally destroyed upon impact. Other apartment buildings as well as businesses in the surrounding area have also sustained damage from the explosion, fire and flying debris. We don't have a fatality count yet, but we expect the number to be between 200 to 300 people."

Justin sat stunned in disbelief, "That IS my neighborhood!"

There was a short pause, then the camera showed the remote reporter who concluded, "I'm Brenda Chase and this has been a special report for Channel 13, eye on the news."

Justin's heart stopped for a moment in shock and disbelief at what he'd just seen and heard. Thoughts and emotions raced through his mind and body giving him a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. At that very moment, he realized what his dream the night before had been all about, he knew is Mom was gone, his home was gone, everything he ever cherished and had was gone, buried in the blackened debris and ashes. The realization of this loss was unbearable, so much so that he stooped over in his chair grasping his stomach and began to cry uncontrollably. Emotionally agony gripped him and drug him deeper and deeper into the depths of despair and darkness. He had flashes of his mother's smiling face with her soft blonde hair dangling over her eyes and her brushing it aside. He had visions of his room and his brother which all faded into the deep dark blackness which enfolded him. Thoughts of happy times flashed by only to be quickly shattered by the grief he now felt, being replaced by the empty darkness. 

At some point, he began to sit up straight again and realized he was being held and comforted in Clark's arms. He realized Clark was also crying helplessly sharing in his pain of loss. 

A young boys voice cried out from Justin's lips, "I want my Mommy!" as he continued to cry and realized he'd never see his Mom again, he'd never feel her loving embrace again. 



Good Afternoon Ch. 15



Clark wiped the tears from Justin's cheeks and kissed him lovingly where the tears streamed from Justin's sad eyes. Their tears mingled and dampened their faces. Clark held Justin in his arms and rocked him back and forth as though they were in a rocking chair, one that a mother would sit in to rock her child to sleep while it was cradled in her loving arms. Clark regained his composure and wiped the tears from his eyes and face. He looked into Justin's saddened eyes as Justin looked blankly back it him, looked back at him but didn't see him, only the visions stirred up from the emotional depths of his being held is pained attention.

Finally Justin spoke, his voice weak and trembling, "I got to go home."

"Okay, sure if that's what you want." Clark replied. Clark let go of Justin then stood up next to the chair. He waited and watched as Justin also regained his composure. "Lets wash up, then we can go, okay?"

Justin nodded as he wiped the tears from his face with his hands, then rubbed his hands on his pants. Clark led the way back to the bathroom where he turned the water on for each sink. Justin stood before the sink beside Clark, looked in the mirror at Clark's reflection, then his own, leaned forward with his stiffened arms supporting some of his weight, then leaned further forward and lowered his head to just above the sink and running water. He let the warm water fill his cupped hands and splashed his face with it. He did that several times then wiped his eyes and face before standing up again, with his face dripping water. Clark was doing much the same thing at the same time. They both reached for the same towel at the same time, which struck them both as funny. The laughter broke the tension for a moment. Clark let Justin take that towel and then took the remaining one beside it. They both dried their faces, combed their hair and made themselves presentable again before leaving the bathroom one after the other.

When they entered the game room, Clark turned off the TV and opened the curtains so the room was once again well lit by the morning sun. Clark led the way out of the guest house and back to his car. The morning sky was blue and clear, there was a slight breeze that felt good as they walked to the car. The birds were singing in the trees, the smell of fresh cut grass mixed with the scents of flowers filled the air. Even though it was a beautiful day, full of life and promise, Justin didn't see it, his heart and mind still being filled with the feelings and thoughts of his loss.

Clark drove without saying a word. He turned on the radio then turned down the volume since it had been set very high from the last time he had it on. Justin sat in the passengers seat quietly and motionless, looking at the view before him. As they approached the neighborhood where Justin's apartment complex had been, the traffic became increasingly more and more heavy. It wasn't usual for traffic to be this heavy in this part of town. So many people had seen and heard about the accident and wanted to see the site for themselves, so the place was swarming with looky-loos. They were several blocks from the site, and the traffic was at a stand still so Clark said, "We might as well find a place to park and walk from here if you want." He looked over to see Justin's reply.

"Yeah, okay. That's fine with me." Justin said blankly.

Clark found an empty spot to park along the street and took it. Once the car was turned off, they both got out and started walking down the sidewalk in the direction of Justin's place. They weren't alone on the walk, there were others heading that way speaking amongst themselves about the disaster and how awful it was. There were other people they passed who, by the tone of their conversation seemed to be on a vacation because they were joking and laughing.

When they were about a block away, their progress was blocked by road blocks and that yellow plastic tape they use to cordon off a crime scene. There were several uniformed police officers directing people and cars to turn around because, they weren't letting anyone into the area except rescue workers, investigators and emergency response personnel. When they approached the officer blocking the path on the sidewalk, Justin started to walk by him, but the officer extended his arm, blocking Justin's advance and said, "Sorry son, you can't go any further."

Justin quickly replied, "But I live in there. That was my home." 

"That doesn't matter, I can't let you pass." The officer said firmly. "My orders are to keep the public out of this area, and that is exactly what I am going to do." He paused a moment, "so you might as well leave now."

"Shit!" Justin nearly spit that word into the officer's face.

"Come on Justin, lets go. There's no use in pushing this." He sort of coaxed Justin to follow him. 

Justin looked down the street behind the officer. He could see debris strewn throughout the street closer to the crash site. He could also see a partially destroyed multi-story building where the remains of what once were people's homes, once hidden by bricks and walls, was now revealed to the world in its crumpled disarray. He could barely see what appeared to be a charred plane's tail fin that still smoldered with a grey smoke that drifted skyward. There were search dogs and their tenders briefly in view, but they moved out of his field of vision quickly. "How could anyone survive this?" Justin said out loud to himself. He shook his head sadly then turned around and started walking back to the car.

As they walked next to each other, there were still more people heading towards the crash site so they had to weave their way through the crowds. "What am I going to do now?" Justin looked to his left at Clark, "I have no place to go, no other clothes to wear, nothing."

"I think you can stay in our guest house for awhile." Clark smiled at Justin, "I'll ask my Father if that's okay when we get back to my place." He put his arm over Justin's shoulder and pulled him closer, "You know I'd love you to stay."

"Yeah, well, I guess I don't have many choices at the moment." Justin stopped and looked into Clark's blue eyes, "I don't know whether I should love you or hate you for saving my life."

"Love me." Clark returned Justin's penetrating look, "I couldn't stand to have you hate me." He continued, "Sometimes people meet and things happen for a greater purpose. I'm glad I met you. I'm glad we had sex and slept together. I hope we can move into the future together to see what it holds for us." They began walking again.

"I guess the first thing in the future is our appointment at the Butterfly Motel." Justin looked at his watch. "We should probably be heading over there if we are going to be on time."

"You're right." Clark was a little more cheery, "Want to stop at a drive through and get some food on the way?"

"I'm not really hungry right now," Justin paused, "I don't have any money to buy food anyway."

"That's okay, I got plenty of money." Clark grinned at Justin, "Money is the least of my concerns, so if I can spend some of it on you, I don't mind at all."

"Okay, I don't want to be a freeloader, so I'll pay you back once I get paid."

"Fair enough." Clark looked at Justin, "But you know you'll have to pay interest." He chuckled a bit, "Sexual interest, that is." He winked at Justin.

"I suppose it will be compounded daily?" Justin poked Clark in the rib with his finger.

"I may have to consult with my accountant to determine the exact terms," Clark joked, "but I'm sure we can get it straight between us."

Justin laughed, "Yeah."

They finally got to the car and then eventually got on the freeway that headed to the other side of town. As they drove, Clark and Justin shared bits of information about themselves and their lives. They found they had many similar interests, some where Clark preferred being a spectator while Justin preferred being a participant, in particular with activities such as sports. They found out they both loved swimming. Clark said he loved to swim in the nude at night under the star lit sky. Justin said he'd never swam in the nude, but rather mostly with the swim team at school. He was an excellent swimmer who helped the high school swim team to win several trophies over his high school years. There was a glass trophy case in the main hallway at the high school which had a picture of him and 3 other lean handsome guys in their speedo swimsuits holding a big gold chalice type trophy. The actual trophy sat on the shelf just below the picture.

Along the way, they stopped at a drive through fast food restaurant where they both ordered hamburgers fries and a soft drink. They sat in the car, in the parking lot and ate their food and continued to learn more about each other. When they had both finished eating, Justin took the trash, got out of the car and put it into a trash can not far from the car.

The motel was in the next block on the right side of the highway as they approached. Clark pulled into the parking lot which was nearly empty. The only other vehicles that were in the lot were a couple of panel vans with "Video Fantastic" painted in stylish font on the side of each van and a fairly new black Cadillac with dark tinted windows next to a new Porsche sports car.

"You ready for this?" Clark turned off the engine and looked over at Justin.

"Sure, why not?" He was a bit nervous, but didn't really show it. It was a good thing to have something else to think about, to keep his mind off the other feelings that he suppressed.



Good Afternoon Ch. 16



The three story red brick building looked old, but was fairly well kept. Manicured shrubs were trimmed to just below the first row of windows along the front face of the hotel. The main entrance had a large covered porch where you could drive up and drop off your luggage then turn your keys over to an attendant who would park your car for you. The attendant was a young white guy, probably in his early twenties, sitting on a chair reading a news paper. He was dressed in a uniform type suit and wore a chauffeur type cap. As Justin and Clark approached, he lowered the news paper for just long enough to check them out, then went back to his reading. The automatic doors slid open as they neared the doorway. They stepped into the lobby where the guest registry desk was on their left. An attractive young woman stood behind the counter busily typing away on the computer keyboard before her. The place smelled strongly of cigar and cigarette smoke. The wall opposite the reception desk had a huge framed painting of a pastoral field covered with yellow flowers and rimmed by trees. Below the billowy white clouds, the sky was filled with butterflies, some of which looked like they were about to fly right out of the painting. Below the painting was a sofa table with fresh cut flowers in crystal vases. An over stuffed sofa was placed just in front of that with a coffee table in front of the sofa where magazines and news papers were available for those interested in viewing them. On each side of the sofa were matching end tables with matching brass lamps, and beside them facing the ends of the coffee table were over stuffed chairs that matched the sofa. At the center of the back wall was an elevator.

Justin stepped up to the counter where the young woman greeted him with a smile, "Good afternoon, how may I help you?" She looked at Justin then at Clark who stood to Justin's right.

"Could you direct us to room 69 please?"

"Sure, use the elevator to go up one floor. Room 69 is down the hallway to your right near the end of the hallway on your left." She pointed to the elevator.

Justin said "Thanks." as they walked away from the counter and towards the elevator. Clark pressed the up button next to the elevator door. They stood there looking around while they waited for the elevator to arrive. Neither said anything. The doors opened to the elevator so they stepped in and pressed the 1 button which was just above a button labeled "Lobby."

When the doors opened again, they stepped out of the elevator then headed in the direction the receptionist had told them. They looked at the numbers on the doors and found room 69 to be the last room on the left.

Justin knocked on the door lightly with his knuckles. A moment later, the door was opened by a casually dressed man with dark short uncombed hair who was in need of a shave. "Yeah?"

"I'm Justin Justice and this is Clark," Justin paused for a moment looking at Clark who chimed in, "Clark Henderson." Justin resumed, "We were told to be here at around noon for a modeling job."

The guy opened the door further, stepped back and allowed them to enter, "Come on in." He beckoned for them to enter.

Just inside the door on the left was the open door to a large bathroom. On their right behind the opened door they just entered through was a closet with two sliding doors. As they stepped past the entry way area they found themselves in a large room crowded with equipment. A king sized bed centered on the wall to their left was surrounded by the video production equipment. At the foot of the bed and to each side were cameras on camera dollies along with lighting fixtures with reflective foils positioned to light the bed area. Each camera had a camera man who was busy doing stuff with the camera while a couple of other people were adjusting the lighting. There were also a couple of boom mike stands with arms just below the ceiling which extended over the bed area.

"Follow me," the dark haired guy said to them as he led the way to a door which opened to the adjoining room. They followed watching their steps to avoid tripping over the cords all over the floor.

The next room appeared to be more of a normal hotel room except that a desk replaced the dresser. On the large wooden desk were several different types of hand held still shot cameras and a small video camera. Along with make up trays and other grooming tools. Leaning over and reviewing a story board was a heavy set nearly bald man who had an unlit cigar in his mouth which he chewed on.

"Mel, these guys are the talent for the shoot today." He pointed towards Justin and Clark.

"Ah yes! The pretty boy cock suckers." Mel took the cigar out of his mouth and placed it on an empty ash tray next to the story board. "Come here, don't be shy for Christ's sake." He commanded.

Both Justin and Clark stiffly stepped closer to Mel looking first at him then the other guy, then back to Mel again.

"So, I guess you know my name now," he grinned, "This here is Carl, he's the director." Mel pointed at Carl who smiled. "And, I'm the producer of this project." He continued, "So you boys want to be in the movies huh?"

"Sure, why not?" Clark spoke first.

"Have you boys done anything like this before?"

"You mean, been in the movies or had sex with another guy?" Clark asked.

Mel laughed out loud, his belly jiggled with his laughter. He finally said, "Yes to both."

Justin spoke up, "Neither of us have been in a movie before, but we both have had sex with another guy before."

Clark cleared his throat as he looked at Justin, "Well, sir, that's not exactly true for me, I mean about the movies." He grinned sheepishly.

They all waited for him to continue. "Well, you see, in High School I was in the drama club and one of the other guys in the club suggested we make a porn movie. He had a video camera and stuff, so him and me and this other guy made a stupid little video of each of us jacking off and coming on a picture of our school principle. We never showed it to anyone, but I still have a copy of it hidden away at home."

"Okay, well, that's a start." Mel picked up one of the digital camera sitting on the desk, took off the lense cap and turned it on. "You," He pointed at Clark, "go stand over there beside the bed."

Clark did as he was told.

Mel held the camera up to his eye and gave directions to Clark telling him to stand this way, turn right, turn left, smile, that sort of thing, all the while clicking off pictures. As he continued, he told Clark to take off his shirt, then undo his pants and zipper so his white shorts were showing. He had Clark do various suggestive poses while he continued to click away pictures. Clark was starting to get a hard on when Mel told him to drop his pants. His hard dick stood stiff within his shorts and to the left. Mel zoomed in on his crotch area and told him to fondle his hard dick, so Clark did as he was told, rubbing and caressing his cock on the outside of his underwear.

Mel then told him to pull his shorts down just a little bit so the tip of his cock was just barely peaking out from behind the waistband. He continued to click away pictures as he continued to give further instructions which eventually led to Clark being completely naked except for his wrist watch and the gold necklace around his neck.

All the while, both Justin and Carl watched quietly behind Mel who moved around to get various angles to his picture taking. Clark wanted to cum, but Mel told him to save it for later. Having come so close to climax, it wasn't easy for Clark to stop there, but he did. His cock ached for release but he didn't touch it until it finally began to get soft again. Being soft it still dribbled pre-cum which glistened at the end of his dick.

"Not bad, I think I got some good shots there." Mel put down that camera and picked up a different camera, then continued, "Okay, son," he looked over at Justin, "Your turn, go over there where your friend was standing."

Clark gathered up his clothing which were scattered on the floor. Justin stood there waiting for Mel's instructions. When Clark moved out of the way, Mel started clicking pictures much the same has he'd done with Clark, but this time, he had Justin strip down to his underwear right away. He had Justin lay on is back on the bed spread covered king sized bed. He took pictures of Justin from various angles and he told him to roll over, stick his butt in the air, put his hand inside his shorts, poke his dick head out the leg band of the jockey type underwear. He had Justin lay back on his back again with his legs wide spread and his hand holding his dick inside the shorts. Mel clicked away taking pictures as he continued all the while to give Justin instructions on what to do. Justin complied with every instruction. He loved the feel of his dick in his hand, and realized that it really turned him on to have an audience to his sexual play. So he really got into the whole process.

Mel had Justin pull down the waist of his underwear so his balls and cock were sticking out. Justin's beautiful hard dick stood out straight as he followed Mel's instructions to press the skin at the base of his dick so it made his hard dick stick straight up. Mel moved around the bed clicking pictures and zoomed in on Justin's pre-cum oozing cock. The juice dribbled down the underside of the head of his dick. When his hand came into contact with the clear juice, it made a thin glistening thread which broke when his hand moved away from his hard dick. When Mel was satisfied with the pictures he'd taken, he told Justin to put his clothes back on. Clark was still standing naked holding his clothes in his arms. He had a hard on from watching Justin perform before Mel's camera.

Mel looked over at Clark who was mesmerized while watching Justin. He then walked over to Clark and mussed his hair, "You can put your clothes back on too son." 

Clark snapped out of his dazed state, "Oh, heh, okay." 



Good Afternoon Ch. 17



"Gather around," Mel stood before the desk where the story board was placed, "Not many people in the porn industry use story boards, but I do. It helps me develop the camera angles and story line, and how I want the performance to progress. " He picked up a poster sized sheet of posterboard where several rows of comic strip type black and white drawings depicted a series of scenes as he envisioned them. Justin stood to his right and Clark to his left looking over the pictures as he continued, "This is the outline for what I want to produce. You guys will be playing the part of these 2 fellows drawn in these cartoons." He paused for a moment, pointing at the drawings first of one guy then the other.

"I don't really care which one of you plays which part, so either of you can volunteer for one or the other part." He put the story board down on the desk.

Justin and Clark continued to study the pictures for awhile before Justin spoke up, "I guess I could play this character." He pointed to the guy in the picture he wanted to play. "Is that okay with you Clark?" He looked at Clark who was still studying the story board.

"Sure, that's fine with me." Clark replied without looking away from the story board.

"Okay, there isn't much character development in this scene, it is just basically, you guys entering the room, getting on the bed, kissing, hugging and fondling each other. You will proceed to undress each other then go from there." Mel took the unlit cigar out of the ash tray and started to chew on it again, "I'd like to do this in one take, so we can get this in the can, but I am realistic. I know you guys haven't done this before, at least before cameras and lights like this, so Carl will be giving you instructions as the shoot progresses."

Carl chimed in, "You boys will have to strip again, so our make up fellow can trim your crotch hair and otherwise make you ready for the shoot.

The door opened and a head peaked in through the barely opened door, "Carl, we are about ready for the talent." He looked at Justin and Clark, "Are they ready?"

"No, send Michael in. He needs to do his thing to get them ready."

"Okay." His head disappeared behind the door and it closed quietly. 

Carl motioned to Clark and Justin to follow him as he led them into the bathroom. "You can get undressed here," He pointed into the large bathroom where, on the left of the door was the sink and a large well lit mirror, next to the vanity was the toilet. The other side of the room was where the walking shower was walled off by rippled glass sliding doors. Just inside and to the right of the door was a small redwood bench with clothes hooks on the wall about shoulder height from the floor. A couple of plush white towels hung on the towel rack which ran across the outside of one of the sliding glass doors. "Mike will be here in a second. He's our make-up guy." With that Carl backed out of the room and partially closed the door.

They both began to undress hanging their clothes on the hooks as they disrobed. When Justin pulled down his pants, the picture which was in his back pocket fell out onto the floor. He quickly picked it up and put it back into his pants pocket.

"What was that?" Clark got a short glimpse of the picture before Justin snatched it up off the floor.

"Oh, nothing, just a picture." Justin pulled down his underwear, then stepped out of them.

"Can I see it?" Clark was curious.

"What the hell, I guess," Justin stood naked before Clark, "why not. At this point, I don't think it matters much." Justin hung his under wear on the hook next to his pants, then pulled the picture out of his pocket.

The door opened and Michael came rushing in. Justin quickly put the picture back into the pocket, then quickly turned around to face Michael and Clark with a bit of an embarrassed glow on his face. 

"Oh, did I interrupt something?" Michael looked at Justin's embarrassed face then at Clark who shrugged unknowingly. He put the make up box on the vanity next to the sink. "My, don't we have a couple of beauties today?" Michael was one of those limp wrist, typical girly boy types who oozed gayness from every pore of his body. "My, my, this is my lucky day." He fanned himself with his right hand as he lingered on the sight of their private parts. "Honey," He took Justin by the hand and led him to the bench, "I think I will enjoy doing you first." He winked at Justin who recovered from his embarrassment and now looked at Michael curiously.

Seeing Justin's curious look, Michael beamed, "Don't worry honey, I don't bite," He paused for a moment, "too hard." He burst out with a loud laugh. With that he turned around to his tool kit and pulled out a cordless hair trimming clipper. "Come over here a bit where the light is a little better." Michael motioned for Justin to come stand before him. Justin complied. Clark sat on the wooden bench behind them and looked wonderingly at Justin's pants which concealed the picture. For some reason, he really wanted to see that picture now, in particular because of Justin's reaction when Michael made his appearance.

Michael kneeled before Justin's crotch and scanned it with pure enjoyment. "Sweetie, you are almost perfect just the way you are." While still kneeling, he turned around to his tool box and pulled out a comb. "This won't hurt a bit." He began to comb Justin's crotch hair so it stood out from his body rather than being crumpled. Justin's dick began to shift and get hard while Michael prepared him for the trim.

The click and then buzz of the trimmer filled the room. Michael began to quickly and knowingly trim Justin's crotch hair as though he'd done this a thousand times. He made a few delighted sounds as Justin's dick became more erect and extended towards his face, but he continued working around it, humming an unrecognizable tune which really couldn't be heard over the clipper's buzz. It only took him a few minutes to be done. He leaned backwards a bit while still being in the kneeling position to appraise his work. "Beautiful." He beamed. "Sweetheart, I'd love to get to know you better." He looked up at Justin's face which looked back down at him indifferently. "Can I give you my card?"

"Umm, I, I don't know, I. . ."

Michael interrupted, "With a sweet dick like that staring me in the face, a girl has got to try." He laughed out loud again in the same way he had before. He stood up, put the comb and clipper back in his tool box, then turned around again facing Justin who pretty much stood still all the while, his dick quickly lost its erection but remained somewhat extended. Michael held Justin's chin in between his thumb and forefinger, then turned his face from side to side, studying Justin's smooth skinned handsome face. The lines of his boyish face were symmetrical and perfectly proportioned. His straight thin nose was centered on his face above full lips that filled Michael even more with a longing and lust to know Justin intimately. His blue eyes sparkled with the glitter of the bathroom lighting. His eye lashes curled up slightly on the upper eyelids and down on the lower eye lids. These eyes captured Michael's heart as he continued to gaze deeply into them. His relaxed brow was free of lines which would have been present on the brow of an older man who'd seen hard times. All in all, Michael found his face to be angelic and a glory to behold. "I think a little powder will be all you will need to dampen the glare of the lights." He released Justin's chin. He stared longingly into Justin's eyes, "You sure I can't give you my card." He fanned himself again, then patted his own chest as though his heart was going to jump out of his chest. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved to his tool box, found a small box of facial powder and a soft brush which he removed, He opened the box, sat the lid next to the tool box, then applied a bit of the powder to the brush. Once the brush was adequately filled with the powder, he place the box next to the lid on the vanity surface, then turned around again to face Justin. "Close your eyes honey." He instructed Justin as he once again took Justin's chin, this time with his left hand repositioning Justin's face has he dabbed the brush on Justin's face here and there where the light might reflect off his soft smooth skin. When he was satisfied, he said, "Okay, I'm done with you," pause, "for now. You and your friend can switch positions."

Clark got up from the bench where he'd sat quietly observing Michael at work. Justin stepped back to the bench, then sat down. He brushed some of the loose clipped hair from his crotch as he sat there reviewing Michael's work. He noticed that Michael had trimmed the hair so his dick appeared to be longer, and not as hidden by the crotch hair. He didn't have too much hair on his balls anyway, so his balls area remained substantially natural as for as the hair being trimmed.

Clark positioned himself in front of Michael in much the same stance Justin had adopted during his preparation. Since Michael still had the powder brush in his hand, he decided to do that first. He took Clark's chin between his left hand thumb and forefinger and turned his face from side to side just like he'd done with Justin. Clark also had a beautiful boyish face that, while being different than Justin's face, still was alluring and symmetrically evenly proportioned as well. While Justin's face was lean with stronger defined facial contours, Clark's face had fuller cheeks and a slightly broader nose which turned up just a bit at its softly round end. His lips while also being full were a bit more poutty looking than Justin's. Neither of them had any trace of having used a razor to shave their faces, nor did they really need to yet. Clark's blue eyes sparkled with the same beautiful light that drew Michael into that lustful place he enjoyed being and wanted to be with every pretty boy he'd ever seen or met. Clark smiled slightly as Michael stared longingly into his eyes.

A moment later, Michael hummed that same tune he'd hummed while working on Justin as he dabbed Clark's face and forehead with the brush. He had to lift up Clark's golden locks to place some of the powder there. He found the beautifully full hair to be soft and slightly wavy. Clark stood there eyes closed and unconsciously covered his private parts with his hands. 

"God, when I get home tonight my little fella is gonna get a good work out as I lay in bed thinking of you two beautiful angels." Michael laughed again. His black pleated slacks slightly tented out with his "little fella" standing at attention.

After closing the powder box, returning it and the brush to his tool box, he picked up the comb and clipper once again. "Let's see here," Michael said to himself as he kneeled before Clark's groin area. The sweet sent of his crotch wafted into his nostrils as he moved closer and began to comb the light brown crotch hair. Once he'd surveyed the area, the click and buzz of the razor once again filled the air. With professional accuracy and speed he trimmed the soft curls that surrounded Clark's plump dick. As he worked, he held Clark's dick head between his left hand thumb and forefinger to move it out of the way of his trimming. As he touched it, it sprang to life and quickly began to get hard. "Now, control yourself sweetie. I can't be trimming you and wiping cream off my face at the same time." That same laugh erupted from his mouth. 

Clark chuckled at Michael's comment. Justin leaned forward and tried to see what Michael was talking about, but from where he was, he could mostly see Clark's nice, full round butt cheeks. The few minutes it took for Michael to be done passed quickly and Justin took the opportunity to study Clark's lean form from the rear. He thought if they were in ancient Greece, there would surely be a sculpture made in Clark's image to immortalize is form and beauty. 

As Michael returned the tools of his trade to his tool box, he said, "Okay, Dears. I'm sad to say I'm done with you." In a couple of swishing steps he was at the door which he opened, then disappeared behind without further comments.

The door had no sooner closed than it opened slightly again and Carl's head poked in. "Get dressed. And be careful so you don't screw up the makeup." He took a moment to look at them both, Clark still standing where Michael had left him and Justin still seated on the bench. "Come into the studio when you are dressed, then we will get this production on the roll." His head disappeared behind the door and it closed once more.

"Let me see." Justin got up and turned Clark so he was facing him. Once Clark was facing him, he took what seemed like an eternity to take in the front view of this Greek statue in living form. "Hot!" Was all he said.

"Oh, come on," Clark shrugged of the complement, "Get dressed you pretty boy cock sucker."

They both laughed. Then got dressed again. "Man, this is the most I've ever took off and put on the same clothes in one day." Justin commented as he finished dressing.

"Yeah, me too. Now I know what a mannequin must feel like." 

"A mannequin?"

"Yeah, they are always changing the clothes on mannequins in stores."

"Duh, they don't change them that many times in one day."

"Okay, forget I said that, it was stupid."

With that final comment, they were both dressed and headed out of the bathroom with Clark in the lead and Justin one step behind him.



Good Afternoon Ch. 18



Carl was waiting near the back of the center camera wearing a headset that also had a small microphone attached to it. He motioned for them to come over to him and they did, stepping over the cords as they approached. "Here's the deal, I will be getting directions from the control room where the director is, and I will pass those instructions on to the crew and you as necessary. To start with, I want you two to go over to that door over there," He pointed to the door they'd come through from the room where Mel had been. Carl continued his instructions, "I will say, quite on the set, then hold up my fingers like this as a quiet count down to zero." He held up his right hand with his fingers outstretched, palm facing them then one after the other, folded his fingers into his palm making a loose fist. When he had only his index finger still extended he pointed it at them. "When I do like that, when I point at you, we will be rolling, and that's when I want you to start walking to the edge of the bed on this side." He stopped and looked at them to get an acknowledgment that they understood what he wanted. They both nodded their understanding without saying a word.

"For sake of time, lets do a run through of just that part without the cameras rolling, a practice run." He paused, "Get into your positions over by the door and we will try this and see how it goes."

With that, they both went back over to the closed door and stood just in front of it. They looked over at Carl who said, "Quite on the set." in a firm commanding voice. Then he made the fingered gestures he'd just shown them. When he pointed at them, they walked stiffly like robots over to the edge of the bed and stopped, looking at Carl all the while.

"Cut!" Carl called out. "For Christ's sake!" He was irritated, "Act natural, and don't look over at me all the time. As a matter of fact, don't look at me at all except at the first cue." Carl muttered to himself, "Fuck! These morons have no idea about acting." He regained his composure, "Lets try that again. Pretend that none of these cameras are here, that you are all alone entering your bedroom with your friend. Relax, and lets try one more time." He paused again, "Okay, back to your starting marks."

They both went back to before the closed door. Once again, Carl went through his routine. This time they did much better, they looked at each other and headed for the side of the bed more naturally. Rather than stopping there, like they'd done before, Justin turned Clark towards him standing close enough so their bodies touched. He pulled Clark towards himself and passionately began to kiss him. Clark embraced Justin and was drawn into the moment, holding him, kissing him, feeling the lust build within himself.

"Cut!" Carl called out in a loud voice. "Now, that's more like it." pause, "get back to your starting marks and we will roll this time."

Justin lingered holding Clark for a moment, and so did Clark as though they didn't want that moment to end, looking deeply into each others eyes. In that moment, a deep bond was formed, where their souls met in mutual love. It was as though a light had gone on in a dark room and they had actually seen each other for the very first time.

"Hey, get back to your marks!" Carl was impatiently waiting.

They snapped out of their "moment" and returned to their marks before the closed door. When next Carl gave them their cue, it was as though they were all alone, in their bedroom. They did move over to the edge of the bed where they once again held each other in a loving and passion filled embrace. Their lips parted and their tongues danced with each other in which stirred them deeper into the passion of the moment. As they continued, Carl's voice could be heard in the back ground giving them instructions as to what to do next, it was sort of magical, in that even without his guidance, they would have done that anyway. They peeled off each others clothes one after the other, touching and rubbing each other between the undressing process. The undressing was like a choreographed dance with a flow to it that added to the excitement being captured on the film. The dance wasn't over when they were completely naked, rubbing each other's bodies, erect dicks rubbing against each other while their tongues rubbed against each other in similar fashion. They stood in this embrace just next to the bed, their clothes strewn on the floor at their bare feet and shifted their positions so that they slowly swirled around with first Justin's lean smooth back and round butt cheek facing the cameras, Clark's hands occasionally caressing them and pulling him closer, then Clark's lean rear view was in the camera's view as Justin's hands embraced Clark's back and rubbed up and down to his firm butt, squeezing the cheeks slightly in his hands.

The next moment, they had fallen back onto the bed with Justin on his back, Justin straddled Clark with his legs parted, then locked around the back of Clark's legs for a while before they rolled over on their sides. When they were both laying side by side on the bed, they paused for a moment, holding each other, looking deeply into each other's eyes. "I love you." came softly out of Clark's lips. 

The emotions for the ecstasy of love and the depths of sorrow are so similar, it is like balancing on a razor's edge, on the one side is supreme joy and the other supreme pain. The tears of joy are indistinguishable from those of sorrow and being in that place can be maddening, being torn between the two extremes at the same time. So it was with Justin in that moment. The joy of the moment was at the same time filled with the sorrow and pain of his lost past. Tears began to run down his cheeks, and he cried while holding Clark in his embrace. Clark kissed away the tears as they streamed from Justin's eyes. His left hand went down to Justin's erect dick and held it, stroked it, cherishing the feel of Justin's manhood. Clark had to let go of Justin's throbbing dick as Justin began to kiss first Clark's lips, then his chin, then his neck and on down he went until he was kissing the tip of Clark's oozing cock head. Clark laid on his back, his thick dick being held at the base in Justin's loving embrace. Justin kissed his dick head and made love to it, tonguing the cap of it, then caressing it with his lips. His tears wet the pubic hair and his hand while he continued his love play. He kissed, then licked the bottom of the shaft down to the balls where he took one, then the other into his mouth, all the while softly stroking Clark's manhood. Clark's hands came down and stroked Justin's soft hair, his fingers lingered and parted the strands of it while Justin continued the sensual exploration of Clark's private parts. 

Justin's tongue licked the sensitive skin below Clark's ball sack, then found the butt hole. His nostrils were filled with the smell of Clark's perspiration and butt hole. His tongue probed the puckered entrance and entered it slightly. Clark moaned in pleasure at the sensation of it all, and squirmed repositioning himself to allow greater access. With that, Justin licked the index finger of his right hand, thoroughly wetting it in preparation for penetrating that orifice. He repositioned himself so that while his finger began to slowly penetrate Clark's ass, he was able to open mouth kiss Clark's mouth. Their tongues met and danced while Justin's finger entered and withdrew from Clark's ass.

"Fuck me." Clark said pleadingly to Justin once their lips had parted. Justin looked away from Clark for a moment, looking for some lubricant. He awoke to the fact that the cameras where rolling and that all of this was being watched and recorded by those in the room. It was quiet and dark outside the lite bed area, so all he could see where the forms behind the cameras and their reflection in one of the camera lenses.

Someone, hidden on the back side of the bed, rolled a tube of lubricant onto the bed. Justin popped the cap open and applied some of the content to his hard throbbing dick. He stroked his dick several times spreading the slick substance over his entire dick. Then he positioned himself so that Clark's legs were over his shoulders and his dick was ready for entry. He took some of the lubricant and applied it to his finger and Clark's butt hole. He probed it a few times with his finger before finally touching his dick head to the tight hole entrance. He pressed forward slowly and softly so that just the tip of his hard dick began to penetrate Clark. Clark's sphincter relaxed and welcomed Justin into him. He moaned in pleasure with his eyes closed as Justin pressed forward, embedding more of his beautiful dick into Clark's anal cavity. He penetrated a bit, then with drew. With every penetration, he went a bit further in until his pubic hair met Clark's butt. Fully embedded within Clark's anal cavity, Justin swivelled around a bit so that his dick moved slightly within the tight confines, searching for that sweet spot that would send Clark into an ecstatic orgasm. He knew he'd found the spot when Clark's body shuddered and Clark moaned, "Oh yes, that's it. Fuck me my love, fuck me." Clark took his own hard dick into his hand and stroked it in time with Justin's ever increasing tempo of penetration. He occasionally leaned forward and kissed Clark's lips. Clark opened is eyes to see that the tears on Justin's cheeks had dried, his beautiful blue eyes captured him and held his gaze while Justin continued to pound his butt. 

Carl's dim voice, somewhere out there beyond this dream said, "Don't cum inside of him, pull out before you do, so we can see you shoot your load."

No sooner had he said that then Justin released his dick from the confines of Clark's ass and immediately sprayed his load onto Clark's chest, arm and hand. He took his hard dick into his hand and stroked it more until he was totally spent. He rubbed the final drop of his cum from the head of his dick onto the moist opening that moments before held his dick so tightly. 

Clark was stroking his dick rapidly, moaning with pleasure, his butt tightened and he thrust his body forward slightly as he approached climax. Justin positioned his face over Clark's hard cock with his mouth open so he could receive the eruptions of cum. The first spurt missed his mouth hitting his cheek, then the following several spurts landed squarely on the back of his tongue. Clark's cum quickly filled Justin's mouth and dribbled back out onto his groin area. Justin licked his lips and captured as much as he could so as not to loose the love juice. He savored the taste and swallowed it. Once Clark had stopped stroking his dick, Justin licked the final drops of cum from the dick head, then with the cum still on his tongue, kissed Clark sharing the cum on his tongue with Clark in that open mouth kiss. So, it was that Clark tasted his own cum for the first time, mixed with Justin's love.

Clark lowered his legs from over Justin's shoulders so that they once again laid side by side on the bed. They laid there staring into each other's eyes. Justin finally softly spoke, "I love you too."

"Cut!" Carl called out loudly.



Good Afternoon Ch. 19



Carl came out from behind the camera into the lighted area beside the bed. "That was pretty good for first-timers," he continued, "We need to do some close up shots to insert into that footage, so you will have to run through that same routine again, but this time, we will have a hand held camera moving around and you will have to give him clear shots of like your dicks and stuff."

Justin and Clark sat up on the bed next to each other, "I don't know if I can do that again exactly the same as before." Justin spoke up.

"We have the footage on tape, so we can run it back to the areas we want to do the inserts to get you in the correct positions for those short clips." He paused for a moment looking at them both, "You won't actually be doing the whole thing over again, only pretending to be doing little bits for those close up clips." He motioned for them to get off the bed, "Pick up your clothes and go wash that cum and lube off yourselves. You'll need to get dressed again too of course." Carl started picking up some of their clothes handing them to Justin and Clark, "This is the time consuming part of the production because of all the set up and all, I mean getting you both into the right positions and getting the camera angles and lighting right, so I hope you are patient and don't have any plans for another couple of hours." Carl opened the door which led to the other room, "you can use that bathroom again." Clark and Justin walked past him into the next room and headed for the bathroom. "Hurry up, will ya?"

Both Clark and Justin replied in unison, "Okay."

Once they were cleaned up again, Michael applied powder to their faces again, then they headed back into the studio. The rest of the afternoon was spent doing those close-up shots. Justin and Clark had to constantly get hard again once the scenes were set up and they were in position. The camera would capture a segment, then they'd cut and move to the next segment, have to do the set-up and positioning again, get hard-ons again and so on for each clip. It was exhausting and boring at the same time. 

The hours did finally pass and they were finally done. Once they were cleaned up and dressed again, Carl led them into the control room where Mel was busy with some of the post production stuff. He looked away from the control console for a moment, half chewed unlit cigar sticking out of his mouth, "Not bad for a days work boys." You could barely understand him with the cigar still in his mouth. He removed the cigar, put it into the ashtray next to the console keys, "I suppose you want to get paid?"

"Yeah, that would be great." Justin spoke up as they stood near Mel's swivel chair next to the console.

Mel motioned to one of his crew in the room who then handed him a small brief case with a zipped leather money pouch inside that was chained to the inside of the briefcase. The zipper had a lock incorporated into it. Mel dug into his right pocket then pulled out a key ring where he found the key to the pouch lock. He unlocked it, then unzipped the pouch. The pouch bulged with paper money. Mel's thick fingers pulled out a wad of money and counted out two stacks of fifty dollar bills in the amount of five hundred dollars a piece. Once the money was there, he returned the remaining wad of money to the pouch, zipped it back up and locked it again. He motioned for them to take the money and they each took a stack of bills. "If you boys are interested in doing this again, let Bill know." He turned around facing the control panel again and continued talking, "I'll have to get this one out and see how it sells. If it does good, I'll let Bill know I want you back for more." He busied himself with his control panel again as though they weren't standing there anymore. Having gotten their money, they headed out of the suites and back down to the lobby.

Clark pressed the elevator button, they waited for the doors to open. Clark looked over at Justin who was counting his portion of the money. He was going to say something, but Justin spoke up first, "This is the most money I've ever had or seen." He said in awe, "and its mine!"

"You better put that away," Clark cautioned him, "Waving that money around like that you won't have it long. Some jerk will relieve you of it without a moment's thought about it and you could end up with a bullet hole in exchange." 

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Justin rolled up the money and put it into his front pocket. They stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. The doors opened, they stepped out and headed for the exit. They couldn't help but notice a couple of uniformed police officers at the reception desk speaking to the receptionist. They looked at each other and quickened their pace out of the building. Whatever they were there for, they didn't want to have any part in it.

Once they were back in Clark's car rolling down the road Justin said, "I'm starving, lets go get something to eat. My treat." He looked over at Clark smiling broadly. "Since you paid for my lunch and all, it's the least I can do."

"Okay, fine with me. I'm pretty hungry myself." He continued to pay attention to his driving, "Where do you want to go to eat?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"There's a nice Italian place not far from here. The food is great and the prices aren't too bad." He looked over at Justin for a moment. "Do you like Italian food?"

"Hey, if it tastes good, I like it." He grinned, "Does it taste good?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

"Okay, lets go there." Justin leaned back in his seat, reclined it a notch or two and closed his eyes. "Dam, how many times did we get dressed and undressed today?"

"I don't know, I lost count." Clark continued, "If we are going to do modeling jobs, we are likely to do that a lot."

"Yeah, I guess so."

There was silence for awhile before Clark turned the radio on with the volume low.

"If you don't mind, could I see that picture in your pocket?" He looked over at Justin who looked like he was comfortably asleep with his eyes closed.

Justin opened his eyes, turned his head to the side so he was looking at Clark, "Yeah, why not." The pain of the past, the thoughts of his losses returned to him in a flash. The heart ache struck him once again, and the sorrow welled up inside of him. He held it in check though as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the picture. He held it and looked at it for awhile. Clark looked over at Justin who's face lost the cheery glow from moments before.

"Oh geeze, sorry man." Clark apologized realizing what his request had done.

Justin looked away from the picture, looked into Clark's eyes, then sadly back at the picture for a moment before handing it to Clark.

Clark held it at the top of the steering wheel with his right hand holding the picture and the steering wheel. The picture was somewhat wrinkled from having spent time in Justin's pocket. The small hole in the middle hid a portion of the other guys body from view. Clark studied the picture between paying attention to his driving. Justin's face once again looked straight ahead. Neither of them said anything for awhile. Clark handed the picture back to Justin who took it and returned it to his back pocket without another glance at it.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Clark asked cautiously.

"That's a picture of me and the guy who lived next door to me in our apartment building. You can see, that it was probably taken from across the back alley with a telephoto lense viewed through his bedroom window." Justin didn't look at Clark as he continued, "Marty and I use to play with each other sexually. He was my first sexual experience. He's a really nice older guy. He was always very nice to me and we got along great." Justin was immersed in thoughts of Marty and him together, how they had such fun together, not only when they were having sex, but other times too when they went to the park and ball games and stuff like that. 

"I came home from running an errand for my Mom to find our apartment had been broken into. The place was a mess like someone was looking for something." Once again he relived those moments in his mind. "I found my Mom tied up on the floor in her bedroom, and I found that picture in my bedroom pinned to my night stand with a bloody dagger. My room looked like a hurricane had gone through it." He looked over at Clark. "You are the only other person I know to have seen that picture."

Clark didn't know what to say, he looked at Justin with concern being a bit worried about Justin's situation.

"I hid the dagger and didn't say anything to the police or my Mom about the picture or dagger when they came to investigate the break-in." He paused, "I couldn't say anything about it because I didn't want to hurt my Mom. I mean, she didn't know I was having sex with Mel and seeing that picture would have probably freaked her out."

"Do you think Marty was killed in that accident?" Clark was referring to the plane crash that destroyed Justin's home and neighborhood.

"I don't know, but I don't think so, I mean, he got a phone call and had to leave rather quickly. He said he wouldn't be back for a few days."

Clark continued to pay attention to his driving as he listened to Justin's story. "But, I went into his apartment after that. I found the door unlocked. I thought he might have returned and I wanted to tell him about my modeling interview and stuff. But when I entered his apartment, it was dark, with only a light on in the bathroom, so I went there." He paused, "I found the sink nearly running over with water. There was a bloody t-shirt soaking in the water." He paused again. "It freaked me out, so I ran out of his apartment and back to mine."

"Holy shit! What the fuck was going on?"

"I don't know."

Clark was wondering who this guy he'd fell in love with was, and what might happen because of his past, in their future together. "Well, maybe they will think you are dead because of the accident. If whoever broke into your apartment was after you for some reason, if they think you are dead, you're off the hook."

"What an awful way to be off the hook!"

With that being said, they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. The parking lot was pretty full so they had to drive around a bit to find an empty place to park. Once they were parked, Clark turned off the engine. They both sat there in silence not looking at each other. Clark broke the silence, "Here we are. You still up to buying me dinner?" He opened his door and started to get out.

Justin did the same, "I'm starved. I guess I can pay for your glass of water and stale bread." He grinned at Clark as he looked over the roof of the car at Clark.

"I'm not sure if I can handle a whole glass of water, let alone the stale bread." Clark joked with Justin.

"Okay, if you are a good boy, maybe you can have something else."

"Hey sweetie, I'm good, you know I am." He laughed.

With the thoughts of food, the smell of fresh Italian bread and cooking in the air, their moods lifted, and for the time, the mysteries of Justin's past receded from their minds. They entered the busy restaurant. The host led them to a table for 2 next to a window that overlooked a small courtyard in the middle of the restaurant where a lite fountain sprayed water into the air.

The food was excellent and there was plenty of it. They both enjoyed it and each other's company by talking about all sort of things from sports to types of books they liked to read and music they liked to listen to. Italian music played in the background and mixed with the restaurant sounds and conversations of those there. It was dark outside by time they returned to Clark's car and there were fewer cars in the lot than when they'd arrived.

From there, they drove around a bit, just talking about anything that came to mind like the places they recognized as they drove by them, about things they'd done there and stuff like that. Eventually, they ended up at the driveway of Clark's home.

"Come in, I want to introduce you to my Mom and Dad." Clark got out of the car and headed for the front door of his home. Justin followed a few steps behind.