The Door

Justin closed the door to his apartment and nearly threw up. The butterflies in his stomach were churning. The sky darkened to a late afternoon gray as he hesitantly stepped into it.

He felt so unready to enter the real world on the other side of THAT door, part of him still remained in the cocoon of his parent’s basement. Remembering how he loved shooting pool on the old table his dad put down there. It entertained him and his older brother. His brother, only about 18 months older, loved pool and really studied the game. He took lessons and watched video of the great pool players. Jeb would show Justin his newly learned tricks with english and teach him the finer points until finally Justin got pretty good himself. Jeb would bring his friends down for tournaments and they’d let him play. They were all pretty good and he was usually eliminated early in the tournament.

Slowly Justin walked up the sidewalk. Each step felt like he was climbing a huge mountain and in a way he was, he was climbing up the steps of his childhood and entering the world of men. He let his mind wander to keep his courage up, drifting back to his old basement.

He loved watching Jeb’s friends, seeing their jeans pull tight around their asses when they stretched for a shot. Often one or two of his friends would drop in unannounced and Justin would get to play games of partners. He was beginning to learn and could hold his own against them and even won a few games.

He did a lot of practicing on his own and actually got much better than his brother’s friends. In the beginning they just played for bragging rights but soon the guys wanted to put 50 cents on a game which suited Justin fine, he usually won.

Justin remembered the summer he turned 18. His favorite gift came from Jeb when Jeb pulled out his wallet and handed him a condom. “Happy birthday bro, grow into this.” Justin took the condom and looked at it. It was a a large XX size, “how old is this, dude?”. Jeb laughed “not very old buddy, condoms don’t get old in my wallet.”

The brothers couldn’t be more different, Jeb was a big guy, football star, always working out, popular and good looking. Justin was just a small for his age kid. He always looked much younger than he was. Jeb tried to bulk him up but working out seemed like a waste of time to Justin. He did put on a little muscle but it never changed the fact that he still looked like a freckle-faced kid. One of the first things he did after turning 18 was to go to the the drug store to buy some condoms. You gotta be 18 to do that he told himself. He was praying he’d get carded but the kid checking him out just smilled and rang up the sale, he put them in a bag and said “Good luck kid.”

Justin bristled “hey I’m 18 and I ain’t gonna need luck, I’ll be back for more next week.”

That summer when Jeb’s friends came home from college they would still come over to hang out during the summer break. There was one particular friend of Jeb’s, Danny, who Justin developed a crush on. Danny was a thin blondish guy who always was laughing and poking guys in the balls with the cue stick. Justin really loved watching Danny strut around the table like a rooster before leaning over for a shot. Yeah, Justin really loved that.

The friendly games picked up again but had gone up in price. By now Justin could control whether he would win or lose. He learned it wouldn’t be good to win every game when guys wouldn’t play him so he always lost a few but won enough games to make some spending cash.

The sound of the crunching leaves under his red tennis shoes snapped him back to reality. He he wasn’t even half way so he tried to pick up the pace but his legs felt like they had balls chained to his ankles. He let his mind drift back to a day that summer, the afternoon Danny stopped by knocking on the front door, Justin was flushed with excitement and answered quickly telling Danny that Jeb wasn’t home but he could come in to shoot some if he wanted. Danny came in and Justin invited him down to the basement but couldn’t take his eyes off of Danny’e xtra tight white jeans. “You paint those jeans on Dan?”

Danny ignored the question asking where Jeb might be.

“I don’t know, nobody was home when I got home. I think he had to run back up to school to get something out of the dorm”.

Justin crashed the balls, “For a buck? I only got one buck left, went out last night at the bar and partied” Justin of course was lying. The game was surprisingly close. Justin was trying to decide whether to win or not as he leaned over an easy shot and put a little english on the cue ball. He just didn’t notice the eight ball had moved during Danny’s last shot, the 8 was hanging on the edge of the side pocket. Justin shot the ball in and the cue ball banked off the rail letting the english carry it.

“Oh fuck! NOT THE EIGHT!” Justin really hadn’t planned it but hey, it was ok, he wasn’t too upset. “Let’s play another, Danny, I’ll owe you ok?” Justin was racking the balls.

Danny had been noticing for quite a while how Justin was always staring at his ass while he shot, it made him wonder. . .
“Tell you what Justin, let’s make this really interesting, I’ll put up $5 but if I win I get one wish and you have to grant it, if I lose you get the fin.” Danny was smiling strangely, “deal?”

“No way you can win again, it’s a deal. You break.” Justin figured Danny couldn’t win again but the bet held some interesting promise.

The game started fast with Danny running 5 balls off right away before missing. Justin carefully lined up his shots and methodically ran 5 of his own off. The 8 ball had snugged itself into a corner pocket tying up two of Justin’s balls. He lined his shot up to get his balls in the open while making sure none of the balls would come close to the 8. He stroked it and, the impossible happened again! he miscued, the cue ball glanced off his two balls and knocked the eight in. He lost!! Justin stared at Danny in disbelief, he also couldn’t help but notice a bulge in Danny’s crotch, the tight jeans didn’t hide much.

“Hahahahaha I win, I win. You GOTTA do whatever I ask you to do.” Danny was dancing around his cue stick. Justin just stood watching with his his mouth slack in a state of shock and hope.
“Ok, this will be easy Justin, just remember you GOTTA do it, ok?”

“Yeah, I guess” Justin was getting excited. “Blow me.” Danny blurted, “blow me, blow me, blow me. You know blowjob, suck me off, play the skin flute? You agreed to anything.” Danny was hoping that Justin staring at his ass and even better his cock wasn’t just his imagination, he hoped he was right on this.

Justin couldn’t believe his ears which were burning hot. Dreams do come true BUT he didn’t want to be out and out labeled queer and queenie and all the other stuff that would go along with it, he wasn’t sure he was ready. The want in him was overpowering the fear however.

“C’mon dude, I won’t say a word to anybody” Danny was fumbling with his zipper.

That was all Justin needed to hear “Aw jeez Danny, really? No telling, you gotta promise.”
Danny already flopped his dick out and was slapping it on the pool table, “OK, OK I promise. C’mon, suck it fucker, suck it”.

Just watching Danny slapping his dick got Justin more excited and his heart was pounding, “Get up on the table and lean back you fucker”. Justin pushed on Danny’s chest until his back was on the table, his knees dangling over the edge. Justin slammed one of the pool balls down hard on the table between Danny’s legs and caused him to flinch. “Hey don’t fuck around, get busy, suck it boy” he said while unbuttoning his top button, his fly was opened loosely around his semi-soft cock just sitting a foot from Justin’s mouth. Danny’s shirt pulled up revealing his creamy smooth stomach, flat with a nice light sixpack, a little blond fuzz was trailing up toward his belly button. Justin put his hand on Danny’s cock and lifted it, he hesitated before he leaned over and sucked the head into his mouth. Danny moaned right away,

The cock taste exploded in Justin’s mouth “Oh yeah man that feels good. This is my first blowjob, yaknow? It’s really good Justin, it’s good, way better’n wacking off. Oh yeah lick the head, Ohhhhh sheeeit” Danny’s cock quickly got rock-hard and Justin was rocking his mouth up and down the shaft. Sucking and slurping and enjoying every yummy second of it. Justin liked that it wasn’t too long. Like baby bear said it was “just right”.

“Oh fuck man, that’s so great, I’m coming, coming, cumming, comming oh geez, cuuuumming.”
Danny squirted and squirted cum into Justin’s mouth, which was filling up, cum started down his throat, he had to swallow or choke. He lifted his head off of Danny’s cock and gave the tip one last lick, letting a long dangly stream hang in mid-ail. He wanted to add an exclamation mark silently saying “ I’m queer and I loved it Danny”.

It was then Justin realized there was someone else down there. He snapped his head around and his brother was standing on the steps grinning.
“Oh geez Jeb, I ah. . . well I...” Justin just stammered with cum hanging on his lower lip.
“Hey, I can see Justin. You got cum on your lip by the way. So the question is - do I tell everyone including the parents or??”
“Oh Jeb please don’t, I’ll do anything. . .” Justin was pleading with his hands folded in front of him like he was praying. He kinda knew he was opening the door for Jeb to do just about anything to him but he didn’t think he had much choice.

“I was hoping you’d feel that way little brother. I see you have a way with a cock down your throat. I was wondering how good you’d do with a cock up your ass?”
Justin’s head was slowly turning side to side “No, Jeb, no . . . I couldn’t, I mean I never. aw shit man just let me blow you like Danny.” Justin was pleading.

“Ok I can just tell everyone. That’ll make it easy for you.”
Justin was panicking, he just wasn’t ready to come out to his parents or anyone, “NO, PLEASE NO. Ok how . . . I mean when . . aw fuck just do what you want Jeb. In about two seconds Jeb had grabbed a bottle of salad oil from a basement pantry sitting it on the pool table. After slathering up his hard dick Jeb told Danny to move. He was still laying on the table with his dick drooling all over the felt.

A car roared by startling Justin back to reality, the slow walk to the bar was getting him to his destination. He could smell the stale beer and cigarette smoke. The mixture of fear and excitement grew stronger and Justin’s stomach began to spasm. He quickly turned his head and gagged into a lawn. It made him feel a little better but he was determined to see his plan through. “I’m ready for the big leagues dammit” he thought trying to screw his courage up. “I’m ready”. His mind was wandering again, as the door, THAT door was getting closer and closer.

“Up here Justin,” Jeb said patting the pool table “leave your pants on the floor.”

Justin kicked his shoes off and dropped his jeans before hopping up on the table. He sat with his legs dangling over the side. Jeb roughly rolled him over so Justin’s head was laying on one of the bumpers. Jeb hopped up behind him while rubbing more oil on his hard dick. Justin was looking back over his shoulder, he’d never seen his brother with a boner and was surprised that it was so big even though he got a magnum condom from him.

Putting his hands under Justin’s ass he was pulling the cheeks wide apart exposing his hole.
“You sure you know what you’re doin. . . ugh, ow. go easy fucker. I guess you know how to.. ow, ow”.

Jeb found Justin’s tight asshole with his cock and was forcing his way in. He wasn’t really gonna be too gentle and lifted himself up putting his weight behind his cock. “Oh God Jeb. ow, ow, ow it hurts, it burns. Oh Jeb pull out please.” Justin’s face was screwed up in pain while feeling his brother’s cock sliding in deeper. When Jeb had it all the way in he wiggled it around sending Justin a shiver of pleasure through the pain.

“You are really tighter’n any pussy, boy. It feels good, Really good.” Jeb wasn’t fucking long before he was shooting a load deep into Justin’s ass. Jeb cumming, his cock feeling good up in Justin’s ass while his own cock was sliding all over the felt brought Justin to a huge orgasm blasting cum all over the table.

He was still in pain but Justin found somehow he liked this, maybe a lot. His summer of being boy toy for Jeb and his gang of pool shooters had started.

From that day on Justin played his heart out to win pool games. He had to play or his brother would talk to the parents. He lost games, not too many. He doesn’t know how many blowjobs he gave that summer or how many guys fucked him but he discovered he couldn’t get enough of either. He was sorry to see the summer end and the guys scatter for colleges all over the country. He also knew he had to get out of that house. He was already 18 but It took him 3 years to finally break free. He got a fast food job and turned 21, even though he still looked like he was 13. It was time to prove that looks are deceiving. He had adult itches to scratch.

Reality and the fear filled him again. He walked slowly up a street he’d walked a thousand other times on his way to work. Usually he walked at a fast pace enjoying the exercise. About two blocks up the street from his apartment was a bar called the Crowing Cock, which all the neighborhood kids called the Growing Cock. It is a biker bar and Justin could peep inside and hear laughter and pool balls clicking. He also saw a few fights that rolled out the door. He was nearly there, he was shaking more from excitement than anything else. Once there Justin knew there was no do over, his life wherever it goes, would take a turn in the road on the other side of THAT door.

The next chapter in Justin's journey through THE DOOR introduces Justin to a bigger and grittier world. He was about to get all the sex he wanted and more. See it all in THE DOOR II