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Justin's Rock
Justin's Rock
by
Tim Mead
From Chapter 11:
Speaking softly, Bailey said, "Please sit down."
When Justin did, Bailey sat opposite him.
"You got a phone call this afternoon."
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh. It was the University Health Service. They said the results of your tests were back, and if you'd call they'd tell you about them."
"Okay, thanks." Justin turned to his computer and switched it on.
Bailey crab walked his chair over thailand nymphets to Justin's and turned Justin to nymphetes porn face him. Then, leaning forward, he said, "Jus, what kind of tests? Why won't you tell me what's wrong?"
Chapter 12
Justin tensed. The prospect of talking with Bailey about that night actually made him dizzy. He couldn't do it. littel nasty nymphets So he took a deep breath, looked at his roommate and 14yo nymphetes faked a grin.
"Dude, you're sexually active. I'm sure you use protection, but don't you also get tested for STD's regularly?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that's all this was."
"Oh, okay." Bailey studied Justin's face. "You're sure there's nothing wrong?"
Immensely relieved that Bailey had bought his naked kids models nymphets answer, he said, "Yes, fuckwad, I'm sure. Now find something else to worry about. I'm gonna take a shower and then we'll get something to eat, okay?"
"Didn't you take a shower this morning?"
"Yeah. So?" He scowled at Bailey.
"Okay, okay, top site littles nymphets sorry. If you've developed a nymphet photos underground cleanliness fetish, far be it from me to complain."
Grabbing his towel, Justin said, "Back in a few."
* * *
The next day he stopped in at the University Health Service and asked for the results of his blood tests. hardcore nymphet gallery He was told that he was clear for all STD's, but that petite nymphette porn free he needed to come back regularly to check for HIV.
That was a huge relief, but ukraine nymphets photos
it didn't clear up the main question: what had gone on the night of the party?
* * *
Having been dropped by Hal, Justin was in sweet litte nymphet photos no hurry pink nymphet pussies to look for another boyfriend. He found he wasn't particularly interested in having sex. He lollipops nymphets
masturbated to relieve his need, but he was more repelled than stimulated by the thought of sexual contact with another guy. There were plenty of good-looking men on campus, and he was quite able to appreciate their sexual appeal. But that was all intellectual or aesthetic. Personally, he wanted nothing to do with sexual contact. With anyone. And that in itself was worrisome.
The nightmares continued, almost always featuring Justin as the center of a group of naked men who were plugging one of his holes or else waiting their turn to do so. In some of them he was writhing in anger and pain because he was being raped; at other times he was doing so because he was enjoying being the bottom boy. In either case he free japanese nymphet usually awoke in a sweat, heart pounding. Sometimes this woke Bailey, sometimes not.
One morning at breakfast Bailey asked, "Jus, have you always had these nightmares or are they recent?"
"Only since I, uh, well, since I came bbs nymphet xxx to campus."
"Do you think maybe you should see a counselor about them? I mean there are people at the Health hot beauties nymphets Service who might be able to help you."
Justin glared at Bailey. "I don't need a fuckin' shrink, Stone, so back off, okay?"
Bailey shrugged. "You damn well need something. But there's no need to get pissy with me."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."
* * *
A few days ukrainian nymphets forbidden angels later he was jogging through a cold rain on his way back to the dorm. The tall old trees that made the campus blaze only recently had now lost their leaves. They were a somber black against the gray skies. Only the grass and the clothing of scurrying students had color.
His phone rang. Tempted to ignore it, amazing nymphets rompl he thought it might be his mother, so he slowed to a walk and fished the cell out of his jacket. It was Brody.
"Hi, Sarge. What's up?"
"Quinn, what do you have on right now?"
Justin chuckled. "Windbreaker, sweat top, jeans, Nikes. All mostly wet and getting wetter because I'm here in the rain talking to you."
"Don't fuck with me, Twerp! I want your ass over here. You're finished with classes for the day, aren't you?"
"Geez, it sounds like I'm in deep shit. But Brode, it's a long walk to the freshman parking lot where my car is, and my balls are freezing `cause I'm standing here in black teen nymphets the rain yakking with you. What's the problem?"
"Okay, here's what you do. Go to your room. Dry off. Change clothes if you need to, and I'll be in front of your dorm at 1700 hours."
"Seventeen minus twelve means you'll be here at five, I suppose."
"Affirmative. Be there." He thought he heard Brody chuckle just as he hung up.
The room was empty when Justin got there. He changed jeans, socks, and shoes. He left a note on Bailey's desk saying he was at Brody's and didn't know when he'd be back. Then he put his jacket on, went downstairs, and waited inside the front door of the dorm for Brody's old Grand Cherokee to come into view, wondering what could have caused Brody to show so much attitude on the phone.
Promptly at 5:00 the Jeep pulled up. When Justin got into the SUV, Brody extended his right hand, which Justin took in his left and squeezed.
"How are you, Brode?"
"I'm good, Jus." He looked Justin up and down, his gaze lingering on the younger my sexy nymphet
man's face. "How are
you?"
"I'm okay, thanks. Now, you wanna tell me what the fuck's going on?"
"Dave's having dinner at Adrian's with some clients. I've got chili simmering, and I thought you shy nymphet pics
could fix a salad while I make cornbread. We can catch up while we're doing it."
"Sounds good, but why all the macho Marine stuff on the phone?"
Brody looked embarrassed. "You're always little nymphets free galleries calling me Sarge, so I thought I'd live up to that name for a change."
"It sounded to me like you thought I wouldn't want to come and see you."
"Is there any reason why you wouldn't?"
Justin raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Brody, who was apparently concentrating on his driving. "No, Brode, it's always underage bbs nymphet
good to get some time with you. How are your classes going? Geez, we haven't had a chance to nasty nymphets angels
catch up in a while, have we?"
"No we haven't. And, to answer your question, now that nymphette underage xxx I've picked my major, I'm enjoying my classes. I'm taking courses in landscape design and advanced botany. nymphets magic angels That'll be useful in our business."
"Our business, huh?" Justin said with a grin. "So you really are goin' to work with hunky Dave?"
"Yeah. Can't think of anything I'd rather do."
"Awesome!" Justin said. If he couldn't have Brody himself, he was glad his friend had found a guy that made him happy.
Tom greeted them when they arrived, so Justin sank to his knees to give the dog some lovin'. That ritual taken care of, they hung up their coats and Brody took him to the kitchen.
"You can make a salad, can't you?"
Trying to do a French accent, Justin twirled a non-existent moustache and said, "But of course, monsieur."
"There's bagged salad in the crisper drawer of the fridge. You'll illegal naked nymphets also find cukes, tomatoes, bell pepper, cauliflower and some other stuff. Here's a chopping board and a knife. You go to it while I'm working on the cornbread. Be careful not to cut yourself."
"Shit! nymphet pthc You and Bailey! You both want to treat me like a kid sometimes. You're not my mother, Brode. I'm not gonna fuckin' cut nude brasilian nymphets myself." Justin realized he'd sounded whiney and regretted saying anything.
"Tell me about Bailey. He seems like a nice guy. I assume he's straight. Is that frustrating for you? Living in the same room with a stud like that."
"Christ, Cox. Are you extreme nymphet movies
perving on my roommate? You've already got Dave, what more do you want?" Justin was grinning, but he felt troubled by what Brody had said, and he wasn't sure why.
Brody poured the batter into a pan and put it in the oven. He took a deep breath and spoke as if he were trying to control himself. "No, Jus, of course I'm not perving on your roomie. But although I'm in a committed relationship, although I love Dave more than I know how to say, I'm not dead. I can see what a hunk Bailey is. And he seems like a really great guy. But I can imagine it would be tough for a gay man living with somebody like that. So I was asking how you feel about him. That's all."
"You're right. Bailey's got a great bod, and I admit usenet nymphet
I like the scenery. But you know my gaydar's perfect. Like with Dave." He grinned as they both remembered their bet over Dave's sexual orientation. "But he's a great friend, Brode. Sometimes he tends to smother me, and I have to make him back off, but I've never had a straight guy that I liked as much or trusted as much. In fact, I've never had any other guy I've felt as close to. Always excepting you, of course."
"Thanks. You know I love you, don't you Twerp?"
"Yeah." Justin smiled.
"Hey, you wanna beer? I won't tell the cops."
"No, thanks, I'm good. I'm not much of a drinker."
"No problem. Let's go sit until the cornbread's ready." He adjusted a timer on the kitchen range and they went to the family room. He picked up a remote, pressed a button, and a fire sprang up in the fireplace.
Tom came up and stuck his nose in Justin's crotch. Justin twitched, then chuckled. He was scratching behind the big dog's ears when Brody said, "Tom, go lie down!" His body language showing his feelings about that command, Tom padded over and lay down on some bare wood floor at the edge of the room
"Getting back to Bailey for a minute," Brody said.
"Okay."
"I don't know him well, but from what you've told me he's a great guy. Don't give him grief because he cares about you. We're all lucky to have people who care nymphet underage
about us."
"Yeah, but it's just that . . . ." He sighed. "Okay, you're right. I see what you mean."
The salad, Brody's chili, and the cornbread were simple fare, but to Justin it was far better than the food at the University Commons where, for the sake of convenience, he and Bailey ate most of the time.
During the meal Justin asked about Brody's brother Bob and his family, and about Sheila, with whom they had both worked at the Cox family flower shop in Higgins.
"I haven't seen free young nude nymphets
Sheila nymphets cuties xxx since I quit working in the shop. I'm glad you mentioned her. I should stop by and banned russian nymphets
find out what's going on illegal child nymphets in her life. Bob and Sam nymphet peeing and the kids deflorated girls nymphets
are the same as ever. litllerussianlolanymphets Those little ones are beautiful. I don't go there every Sunday like I used to, but Dave and I go there or have them here at least once a month."
"Cool."
"How about your mother? How's she doing?"
"She's amazing! Her business is doing little nymphet pre tgp great. She's excited about the project she and Dave are working on together, and she's getting enough other jobs to keep her busy. nymph young I feel a tiny shaved nymphet little guilty because I don't go home every weekend, but I get there probably every other weekend. For a meal if not to stay overnight. And I call her a lot so she won't think I've forgotten her. I know she must be lonely without Dad."
"Then it's good she's got her work to keep her busy. So, changing the subject, how are you liking your classes?"
Justin grinned. "Oh, they're good. And thanks, man, for recommending Bruce Evans. He's so cool! I really like him – and his class."
"Down, boy. Bruce is straight."
"Yeah, yeah, 3d nymphets shy
I know. But he's a great prof."
"Agreed."
After top nymphets fuck
they'd finished their