Justin's Obsession - Chapter 1

It was a beautiful day in early summer. School had just let out, and I was just coming to grasp with the fact that High School was finally over. Senior year had gone by so quickly it was almost a blur. Memories of my high school days would linger in my head forever, I was sure of that. College awaited me, and it lay ahead of me promising a sea of opportunities. Things couldn’t get much better, and I was happier then I had been in months.

I found myself lying outside lazily under a large oak tree in my yard, contemplating things of no importance. I have come to realize that time doesn’t exist when you are thinking, the more you focus, the more it loosens it grip on you. You must be careful of this though. For if you allow yourself to slip to far away, time will completely pass you by, leaving you hours from where you started. A light breeze kicked up as I lay there, and it ruffled my hair gently, pushing it down into my eyes. As I brushed it away, I hopped to my feet and glanced around. The yard was a lush green, but perhaps a bit long, and I dreaded having to engage in any physical stress while in a mood as wonderful as this. I entered the side of my house through the increasingly annoying squeaky screen door, allowing it to slam behind me. Collapsing in a chair at the kitchen table, I debated over making a sandwich or taking a nap. Just as I was getting very deep into my lazy debate, the long piercing ring of the telephone interrupted me. I bounded across the room and grabbed the phone excitedly, all the while wondering who could be calling me. My sweet old grandmother was on the other end, and she informed me that she missed me and had purchased one first Class plane ticket for me to come visit her and my other relatives. I thanked her overenthusiastically and hung up with her in a hurry. It wasn’t until several minutes later that I realized that I would be flying in an airplane.

My obvious fear of planes quickly dampened my spirits for the remainder of the day, and I actually mowed the lawn in a depressed manner, just because I knew the trip would prevent it from being cut for a few weeks. I went to bed early, exhausted from the work, and woke up from an uneasy sleep at 5am the next morning.

As I slipped out of bed, I dropped my briefs and scurried into the bathroom with a towel slung over my shoulder. Upon entering the bathroom, I closely examined myself in the mirror, staring at myself gleefully. I loved my body, unlike most of my other friends who couldn’t stop pointing out everything wrong with themselves and complaining. I was quite happy with my physical structure and anatomy. My long brown hair hung loosely in my eyes, shining in the light of the room. My hair color was brought out even further by my light skin tone, and I almost wished I had a tan to better articulate it. I considered myself lucky to have such beautiful hair, and light blue eyes to go with it. I had a very skinny build, and was often told I was “too skinny”. I never meant to turn out this way, but I just never was able to put on any weight. Despite my lack of body fat, I did have a slight muscular build. Nothing too bulky, just a flat tough stomach and reasonable upper body strength. I smiled at this, and decided I had better get in the shower if I wanted to catch my flight.

Climbing into the shower, I pulled the door closed behind me and yanked hard on the faucet handle. A rush of hot water surged over me, and I was immediately engulfed in a blast of heat. Feeling the water flowing down my body was incredible to the senses, and I began to lather my body with soap, occasionally pausing to rinse the back of my body. After a short while, I began to feel aroused. There wasn’t anything I could do to stop it besides throw the faucet handle over to cold, and I didn’t want to ruin the amazing sensation of the shower. I did the only other thing I could do; I reached down and began to touch myself. I felt my penis become fully erect, and I began to stroke up and down gently. My eyes closed and began to picture a beautiful man in the shower with me, standing level with me, and watching me stroke myself. Long blonde hair hung down to nearly his shoulders, and his eyes were a beautiful green, resembling bright luminescent emeralds. He stood in front of my with a huge cock dangling between his gorgeous muscular legs, and reached down to grip me. I watched his powerful biceps flex as his hand grasp my dick firmly. I reached down towards his cock, and found his hand guiding me down, anticipating every move. As my hand touched his erect penis, he guided me up and down for a while, and finally let me take him on my own. As I began to stroke harder I felt his grip tighten with mine. He was perfectly synchronized with me, and with every stroke and slight twist he returned it double. I began to gently moan when, out of nowhere, he grabbed me and shoved his tongue down my throat. I slid my tongue across his, slowly feeling every bit of the inside of his mouth, and touching the tip of his tongue against mine. He kissed me romantically, but in a powerful way. His lips seemed to lock with mine, and his breath against my face caused me to tremble with pleasure. Our tongues licked across one another gently and swiftly, causing me to moan silently to myself. Now that he was so close, I could actually feel the head of his dick rubbing against my leg, and it felt so good. I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. With one final powerful stroke on my penis, I felt my balls tighten up in the last moment of ecstasy. My cock pulsed rhythmically, blowing my load all over the walls of the shower, bringing me back to my senses. I glanced down at the shower wall, and decided I was done showering for now. I rinsed my hair off one more time, and climbed from the shower toweling myself off. As my feet landed softly on the bathroom carpet I smiled to myself, and proceeded into my room to get dressed.

After I had dressed and packed my clothing, I headed off to the airport in a hurry, almost sure I would miss my flight. My shower had lasted longer than I had meant for it to, nearly an hour to be precise. My drive to the airport was boring as well, listening to the boring morning radio talk shows drivel about anything and everything. When I reached the terminal I had a very small amount of my sanity still intact, and I was absolutely overjoyed at the thought of riding for hours on one of these deadly aircrafts. As I climbed up the stairs and into the airplane, I regretted having accepted the ticket. Now all I could do to prevent a mental breakdown was concentrate on the thought of seeing my family again. Not just my family, but my friends too. Not just any friend either, there was Shane waiting for me. Maybe this time I would have the courage to tell him what I think of him, because I was going to college soon, and there might not be a next time…