Boys of Liberty Ave.

Chapter 3

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During Justin's free period he sat outside doing his homework. He hoped to catch a glimpse of Brian coming in from the track field. As luck would have it he did see Brian. Chris and Brian were talking but then they went their separate ways. As Brian approached Justin closed his book and stood up grinning.

"Hi Brian, how was training?" A bright smile was on his face.

"Never talk to me in school, got it?" Brian's face was a blank mask.

Justin blinked, he tried to pretend that it didn't hurt him but it did. Brian felt he couldn't even be seen with him in school.

"I was just wondering how your day was," Justin whispered.

Brian took a deep breath. "Sorry, It's just we have to be careful. Can we meet on Saturday?"

"Yeah, oh fuck, my parents are making me go to a wedding on Saturday."

There was a ghost of a smile on Brian's face. "Playing hard to get, huh?"

Justin watched as Brian sauntered away.

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After school Justin swung by journalism class. Mr. Adams looked up from a layout he was working on.

"Ah there you are, Justin."

"I've got the pictures of the track team."

Justin handed them over.

"I was just deciding on where to put your article in the paper."

"My article?" Justin had a sinking feeling he wasn't going to like this.

"Yes, Millennium Generation. Congratulations, you won the competition."

Justin cleared his throat trying to keep the anger out of his voice. "Oh I didn't know."

Mr. Adams handed him a letter giving all the details. "You'll be presented with a check at the awards ceremony."

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When Justin got home he stormed into the living room where his father was.

"You sent in my article." Justin all but yelled.

"Yes, I did. I don't know why you didn't. Was it too much effort to lick the stamp?"

"You had no right sending it in." Justin's voice shook with rage.

"I don't understand why you're getting all worked up. You won, I'm very proud of you. Five hundred dollars is a lot of money. You can put it towards your future."

"That article was a piece of shit."

"Well I thought you captured how a young person sees life."

"You don't know anything about my life!" Justin spat out then ran to his room.

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Daphne was trying to be cheery for the both of them. Justin was in a real pissy mood. She had agreed to be his date to the wedding of one of his relatives. She couldn't remember exactly who it was that got married.

As Justin was getting some food one of his aunts came over to see him.

"Oh Justin, look at you! I haven't seen you since Tracy's christening."

Justin nodded. "Probably, hasn't been long enough."

He left his aunt gaping at him. He sat at a secluded table with Daphne. The Bride and Groom made their way around to all the tables greeting their guests.

"Justin, how are you?"

"Peachy."

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" The groom asked indicating Daphne.

Justin thought about it for a second. "No" He got up and moved to a different area.

"Justin, what the fuck crawled up your ass and died? I know weddings suck but it wouldn't kill you to be a little nice."

"I hate all these breeders. I'm so fucking tired of everyone assuming you're my girlfriend."

"Yeah well, this isn't exactly a picnic for me either. You know I only came as an extreme favor."

"I know, I'm sorry Daphne. I just want to be with my boyfriend, is that so wrong?"

Daphne's eyes grew wide. "Ok, did I miss something here? You just said you had a boyfriend. Now I know I wasn't in a coma lately, so just exactly when did you get a boyfriend and why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

Justin sighed. "Look Daphne, it's complicated. He doesn't want anyone to know. If he was a girl he could be with me. I need to see him, Daph."

"Well then let's just go."

"My dad will throw a major fuck fit. Supposedly I belong here. I don't fucking belong here."

Daphne put on her serious bargaining face. "Ok look, I might be inclined to help you get out of here but I want to know who he is."

"Daph," Justin said sternly.

She held her ground. "Justin I'm serious. I need to know what kind of guy you're seeing, whether or not he's good enough for you. Especially whether you're safe with him. Friends look out for each other, besides who the fuck am I going to tell?"

"Fine, and you better not. It's Brian Kinney."

Daphne's mouth dropped open. "No fucking way, Brian!"

"Yes Brian, we're well um fuck buddies. God knows he doesn't want to be seen with me in school. So are you going to help me or what?"

"Sure, I'm a sucker for true lust. Count me in; what did you have in mind?"

"Faint."

"What?"

"Just do it."

"Jus, you are such a drama queen."

Justin gave her his best little boy look. "Please, then my dad will let me take you home, just faint."

Daphne crossed her hands over her chest. "I've got a better idea. How about you faint?"

"What! Me, my parents would rush me to the hospital."

Daphne shrugged. "How badly do you want to fuck Brian?"

Justin promptly fainted right there. For a split second Daphne thought it was real. Justin could be a great actor.

"Oh my God, Justin fainted!" She said in a loud shrill voice.

She took one of his hands and patted his cheek none too lightly. Justin's parents rushed over.

"What happened?" Jennifer asked.

Justin slowly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

"Justin said he hadn't been feeling well. I think it's just stress."

"Mom, I really need to go home and lie down. Daphne can drive me."

Jennifer looked worriedly at her son. "Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor? You do look a little pale."

"No, I'm fine really. I just want to rest."

Daphne helped Justin to stand. She put her arm around him for effect.

Craig grumbled, "Daphne, take Justin home and sit with him till we get back."

"No problem, Mr. Taylor."

Daphne walked Justin out to where her car was parked. When they got there she broke down into giggles.

"I can't believe you just did that!"

"A horny boy's gotta do what a horny boy's gotta do."

Daphne wiped the tears from her eyes. "Ok, where to?"

"Mmm, drop me off at the Liberty diner."

"You think he'll meet you there?"

"That's where we first met," Justin said grinning.

Justin smiled. "He's a nice guy. I still can't understand why he'd hang around a fuck head like Chris Hobbs. He's smart and sweet." Justin blushed. "He smells incredible. Just being around him makes me hard. Brian's got a huge dick too."

"Gee, what more could you ask for?"

Justin's smile faded a little. "I just wish he'd talk to me in school. He goes out of his way to avoid me. Then we fuck like rabbits when we're alone. Brian doesn't want to risk being seen with me. It makes me feel like a leper at times. I can understand where he's coming from at times though."

"Well school's almost over; it's bound to get better."

Justin shrugged, "Or worse, we'll be at different colleges."

Daphne pulled up to the Liberty Diner. "If he's worth it I'm sure you'll think of something."

Justin got out and called Brian on his cell phone. He went into the diner and had a lemon bar while he waited for Brian. Brian didn't keep him waiting long. He came into the diner wearing track clothes. Justin shifted on the stool as his pants grew tighter.

"Hey, Brian."

"Hey, you escaped."

Justin laughed "yeah, did you want to stay and get something to eat or go some place more private?"

Brian didn't hesitate. "Let's get out of here."

The boys left together. They walked side by side occasionally brushing against one another.

"So how did you manage to sneak away?"

A blush rose up in Justin's cheeks. "Uh, it's kind of embarrassing."

"Oh come on, tell me."

"I had to pretend to faint."

"Wow, you must really like me. So um, is there a place where we can go to be alone?"

"Yeah, I was thinking the back alley of the Gravel Pit. It's not the Ritz but it'll do," Justin said with a little shrug.

As they entered the alley Brian looked around nervously. "Are you sure about this?"

"No one ever comes back here; we won't be seen. Now come here."

Justin tugged on Brian's shirt till he was in his arms. He pulled him into a deep kiss. The kiss was hot and sweet. They pressed up against each other. Brian grabbed handfuls of Justin's ass and squeezed. Justin moaned into the depths of Brian's mouth. Their groins rubbed against each other. Finally in need of air they broke off the wet kiss.

Justin panted, "Are you ready to show me what you've learned?"

"Will I be graded?" Brian grinned.

"Possibly, smart ass."

Justin grasped Brian's hard on through his track pants and gave it a gentle squeeze. He felt the throb of Brian's dick. Justin dug out the supplies from his pocket and handed them over to Brian. Justin turned to face the brick wall. He pressed his hands against the rough crumbling brick for support. He felt Brian's arm's come around him. As Brian worked Justin's pants open he rained hot kisses on his neck near the pulse point. It drove Justin crazy. Brian tugged Justin's pants down over his perfectly shaped ass. The cool air felt good on his ass. Justin bent a little pushing his ass up. He heard the click of the lube lid popping open. A bead of precum formed on the tip of his dick. Justin flinched when Brian pressed a finger into his hole.

"Did I do something wrong?" Brian asked concerned.

"No, the lube is just cold. Never mind just keep going."

Justin arched his back as Brian began to finger fuck him. He whimpered and pushed back on Brian's long fingers. Justin took a stuttering breath. He could get off just having Brian's fingers inside him.

"Brian, fuck me."

As quick as he could Brian pushed his pants down revealing his stiff dick. He rolled on the condom and entered Justin slowly. Justin grew impatient and thrust back hard impaling himself on nine inches of dick. It didn't take Brian long to get his rhythm. His hands gripped Justin's waist as he thrust upwards into Justin bringing the smaller teen up on his toes, then swiveled his hips on the withdrawal. Justin wanted to touch himself so badly but he couldn't let go of the wall.

"Brian, touch me please."

Brian reached around and slicked Justin's dick with his own pre cum. He jacked him off in time to his own thrusts. Justin's mewls and deep throated moans went straight to his dick.

"Bri oh fuck, you feel so good, mmmm ahhh."

Brian had to admit he liked being inside Justin. He felt so safe and warm. He wished he could always feel like this. Brian felt the telltale tingle in his spine. Just as he was about to cum he brushed his thumb over Justin's slit and gave it a little tap. Justin bit back a scream. Streams of cum splashed against the wall. Justin's muscles clamped around Brian as he pumped his hot load into the condom. When Justin had stopped trembling Brian withdrew and dropped the condom on the alley floor. Justin tugged up his pants loving the burn he felt in his ass. Brian had been bigger than anyone he'd ever been with. Just thinking about it made him hard again. Brian took out his pack of cigarettes and lit up. Justin snuggled up to him. He automatically put his arm around the smaller teen.

"Mmm wow, that was good," Justin sighed.

"It was, wasn't it?"

Justin nudged him playfully. "Don't get too cocky now."

Suddenly they heard a noise.

"What was that?" Brian asked suddenly on guard.

"I don't know but I think we should get out of here. I hate to say it but we better split up."

Brian jogged off in one direction and Justin took the other. He was pretty sure someone was approaching. Justin ran just wanting to get out to the street where people were. The alley was strewn with garbage. Suddenly Justin went down. His foot had caught the edge of a crate. A piece of broken glass cut his cheek. Rough hands were pulling him to his feet. Justin fought but the grip tightened. Justin gasped when he saw who it was. He was being dragged out of the alley by a cop.

"What the hell were you doing back here? This is no place for a kid. God knows what could have happened to you."

"I'm fine, I was just taking a short cut. I won't do it again."

"Come on, get in the car I'm taking you home."

"No, please, really I don't need a ride."

"Get in the car." The cop's steely tone left no room for argument.

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Standing in the living room Justin tried to make himself as small as possible. First the cop berated him then his dad started in. Fucking Stockwell and his keeping the streets clean. He didn't need this shit.

Craig tried to keep his voice even. "Justin what the hell were you doing on Liberty Avenue?"

Justin shrugged, "I'm sorry."

"Oh you're sorry? How could you have been so stupid going into an alley in that part of town? I thought you were supposed to be home resting. Instead you're gallivanting around Liberty Avenue. What possessed you to even go there?"

"Craig, enough!"

"Well, just use your imagination. He could have been molested by some dirty old queer. The thought of that makes me sick."

Justin glared at him angrily then stormed off to his room.

"You don't think its drugs, do you?" Craig asked frustratedly.

"No! Of course not. You know he's allergic to almost everything."

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Brian let himself in through the side door. He was hoping he could make it up the stairs before he ran into his father. He had no such luck.

"You were out for a long run."

"Yeah, I'm gonna go shower."

"Lindsay called again for you."

"Uh huh."

Brian went upstairs and into his room. He stood by the window staring out into the black night. He was worried about Justin making it home all right.

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Jennifer went up to check on her son. She had been worried about him lately. She stood over his bed watching him sleep. He looked so young and innocent when he was asleep. Jennifer just wanted to protect him but it was getting harder to do. She glanced down at the floor and saw some pictures of Brian scattered on the floor. She closed her eyes and sighed. This wasn't going to go away. It was real and she knew she was right. Justin was gay. Jennifer loved her son dearly and yet it broke her heart a little at the same time. She composed herself and went to the living room. She collapsed into a chair and picked up a magazine but didn't read it.

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Justin awoke in the early morning hours. He was tired and pissed off. He was sick of hiding, lying and denying who he was. Justin was angry at his father and the cop who brought him home. He just wanted to live his life without being afraid all the time. That someone would find out. All these emotions were surging up in him and he needed an outlet. He had a strong urge to write. He turned on his computer and began to pour out all his pent up feelings. He'd write an article that HE could be proud of, not what others expected of him.

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During his free period Justin snuck into journalism class. Thankfully no one was there working on anything. He booted up a computer and as fast as he could added the article he wrote early that morning. He didn't put his name to it. Justin figured that just submitting the article would be enough. As Justin was finishing up Brian walked into the classroom.

"Hey."

Justin smiled slightly, "Hey."

"Did you get home ok last night? I feel kind of bad splitting up like we did."

"Well not exactly."

Brian moved closer. "What happened?"

Justin could hear the concern in his voice.

"I got picked up by the police."

"What happened? Are you all right?"

"They just gave me a stupid lecture about how I shouldn't have been in that part of town because it's full of perverts like us. Fuck Stockwell and his crusade."

Brian noticed the cut on Justin's cheek. He cupped Justin's face gently. "Are you ok?"

Justin smiled, "I'm fine, someone's feeling bold today."

Brain caressed his cheek once more then let his hand drop.

"I need to see you."

Justin smirked, "You're seeing me now."

"No, when can I see you again?"

Justin sighed and shook his head. "I don't know. My parents weren't exactly thrilled about last night."

"You have my number; call me if you can."

Justin's smile lit up the darkened classroom. "Ok, I will."

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Brian stared at his reflection in the mirror as he prepared for his date. He didn't like the conflicting emotions he felt. He didn't know what he hoped to accomplish. Outside a horn honked and he pushed all his worries to the back of his head. Brian came out of the house smiling.

"Hello, beautiful," Brian said as he walked over to the waiting sports car.

Lindsay smiled, "And here I thought you'd forgotten me."

Brian smirked, "I was talking to the car."

Brian got in on the passenger side.

"Oh you!" Lindsay slapped his shoulder. She put the car in gear and drove out to their favorite spot.

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Justin snuck a bottle of wine into his messenger bag, then he headed to the living room.

"Is it ok if I go over to Daphne's for a while? I said I'd help with the final layout of the school paper."

"All right," Jennifer said knowing full well that he wouldn't be at Daphne's but rather with that boy. "Just don't stay out too late and be careful."

Justin smiled innocently. "I'll just be next door."

Justin went to the end of the block then called Brian's cell phone. "Hi Brian, I managed to escape my parents. Can you come out and play?" Justin said teasingly.

"Who's that?" Lindsay murmured.

Brian put the phone to his chest and squirmed away from her roaming fingers.

"Look I have to take this; give me two minutes."

Brian got out of the parked car and walked several feet away keeping his back turned to Lindsay. "Justin, I can't tonight, I'm busy."

"Brian, is everything ok? Why can't you see me?"

"I'm training; I've been letting it slide. I really need to get back on track."

"Right of course. When do you think you'll finish?"

"I don't know, probably late. I've gotta go."

Justin stared at his now silent phone. Brian hadn't even said goodbye. He brooded as he walked around the neighborhood. When he came to a little clearing he sat down and proceeded to get drunk. Something was up with Brian; he seemed tense.

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Brian got back into the car with Lindsay and shut his cell phone off.

"Sorry about that. We won't be disturbed again."

Lindsay maneuvered herself into Brian's arms. "Good, because it's been too long."

Brian found himself kissing Lindsay. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on her. It just wasn't the same. She was too soft and not Justin. Justin was soft and hard in all the right places. Lindsay worked her hand into Brian's pants. She stroked and fondled to no avail. Nothing was happening. Lindsay fell back into her seat sighing.

"What's wrong, Bri?"

"Nothing."

"Obviously."

Brian tucked himself away and straightened his clothes. "I'm not feeling well. Can you just take me home?" Lindsay rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said with a heavy sigh.

It had begun to rain and Justin had gotten caught out in it. He didn't feel it although he was soaked. He looked like a drenched rat. Justin found himself near Brian's house. His heart clenched when he saw Brian get out of Lindsay's sports car. As Lindsay drove off Brian looked his way and saw Justin.

"Justin."

The rain mingled with Justin's tears. "Just get out of my life."

"Justin, wait!" Brian grabbed his arm but Justin shook him off.

"You lied to me." Justin continued walking.

"Justin wait, I can explain."

"You lied to me, Brian. What is there to explain?"

Justin waited to hear Brian out, although he knew he really wasn't going to like it.

"Justin, I haven't even talked to Lindsay since the dance. I swear. She's been calling me constantly wanting to go out. I just wanted to get her off my back."

"Then why did you feel you had to lie to me?" Justin shook his head sadly. "This isn't going to work, Brian."

"Ok, you want the truth? I wanted to see Lindsay."

"Fine, go back to your perfect girlfriend and your perfect hetero life." Justin started to walk away but Brian stops him.

"Justin, will you please just listen to me?"

Justin heard the desperation in Brian's voice.

"I went out with Lindsay tonight to, fuck I don't know… To make sure I guess. That what I feel for you is real. I felt like I was just going through the motions. She's beautiful but she's not you. If it upsets you so much I won't see her anymore. Hell, I don't even want to. I find myself wanting to spend all my time with you."

Justin shook his head crying. "Brian, it's not enough. You're ashamed to be seen with me. You don't want people to even know we're friends. You won't talk to me when other people are around. I feel like a fucking leper." Justin sobbed, "Do you have any idea how that feels? It fucking hurts."

"I'll change, Justin. I swear. Please, I can't lose you." Brian pulled him into his arms. He could feel Justin shivering.

"I'm right here, Brian. I just want you to be proud of us."

"I'll try. You need a shave."

"I shaved last month."

The boys burst into giggles.