Project QAF - 104
Despite current computer problems I managed an update. Luckily, I already had the pics and all the rest of it saved; I was just missing the creative part.
++SCENES++
I have one word for this episode: Foreshadowing.
1. Justin’s elaborations on the definition of yearning as rephrased by the teacher: It needs to hurt to be worthy of the word.
2. Justin’s self-assuredness as he declares he’s going to be with Brian; that Brian will let him stay with him.
3. Justin lying about his father’s reaction to finding out his son is gay.
4. What is it with chicken (soup) that it’s being served whenever someone gets sick? Does it have magic healing powers I know nothing about?
You can disagree if you think I’m just wishful-thinking but, in all objectivity, Chris is totally coming on to Justin in the sports equipment room. (BTW, the whole ‘popping open a soda can’ scene is so very subtle!) There actually is a scientific study that tried to prove that homophobia is the result of repressed homosexuality. Here’s a very brief summarization of the found results. Judge for yourself. The whole study can be found online, too.
What’s with the scene in the diner with Michael and Debbie? This thing she does with her hand brushing her nose - she never does that again. Or does she? I don’t believe she does.
Oh man, how much do I love Jennifer? Especially in this episode. The ‘Do you have a boyfriend, Justin?’ scene in the car is one of my favorites.
This episode marks the beginning of Emmett’s heart wrenchingly sad stories from his childhood years in Hazelhurst, Mississippi.
And lastly, the B/J scene in Michael’s bedroom is absolutely gorgeous. The way Justin is so cocky before, when he’s talking to Daphne and then Michael and Deb, and so totally insecure once Brian gets there. The way he keeps looking up in his face for reassurances. He’s soooo cute.
++PICS++
S1 Justin = pretty.
So very pretty.
Look at us! We're all very bland today!
++QUOTES++
JENNIFER
So, do you have a boyfriend, Justin? You can tell me. I promise you, I won't tell your father.
JUSTIN
I don't.
JENNIFER
Then who's Brian?
BRIAN
So let's cut to the chase. Find somebody else. His mommy, or Michael or Madonna. I don't care who.
LINDSAY
But he chose you.
BRIAN
Well, he chose wrong.
MELANIE
Yeah, that's what I said to him. I said, 'Brian is not the person you want responsible for your life. He's a selfish, narcissistic, little fucking faggot!' And let me tell you something, it's not because you suck cock, it's because you're a little fucking coward!
JUSTIN
I'm gonna live with him. I'm gonna be with him. You'll see.
EMMETT
There's a lot of things we don't know about each other. Like, did you know I used to walk down the street in Hazelhurst, Mississippi, and the postman would spit at me?
JUSTIN
That's why I have to see Brian. He'll let me stay with him.
MICHAEL
I don't think so.
JUSTIN
Well, then, I'll go to New York! I'll become a hustler and I'll sell my body to gross old homos!
VIC
I'll give you twenty bucks.
[Deb smacks him on the head. He shrugs.]
Save him the train fare.
JUSTIN
I'm gonna throw up. I gotta vomit.
DEB
Upstairs bathroom. The one for guests and drama queens.
[Justin disappears upstairs.]
It's not a joke, you know. Gay teens have a very high suicide rate.
MICHAEL
Unfortunately, not this one.
Insensitive. And also somewhat creepy, considering future events.
MICHAEL
You can fuck him at your place, you can fuck him in his gym class, you can fuck him at the zoo, but you cannot fuck him in my mother's house. In my room!
I LOOOOOVE Dr. Seuss references. I LOOOOOVE Dr. Seuss!
DEB
So, Jennifer, don't ask, 'Are you?' Because it's never a question. Just say, 'I know.'
THAT is probably my favorite Debbie quote EVER!!!
Can someone fill me in on the background story of Emmett’s Natalie Wood comment? *feelz stoopid*
++DEBBIE’S SHIRTS++
Deb’s shirt reads “Spank Me!”
++MUSIC++
Okay, important question(s), everyone: Do you want download links? Or should I assume that everybody already has the music on their i-pod/hard drive? And is it legal to link to those if I’m NOT the one who put the music up for download in the first place?
Okay, so here are a few of my favorites from this ep:
Absurd by Fluke
"Anybody with a heart votes Love"
Have you ever listened to the lyrics? Ungh, genius.
Lovin’ You by Kristine W
"I used to hide from love
But now, I'm satisfied
'Cause you showed me
That love could be
So good, so real, and oh so right"
(Awwww!)
If you haven’t seen this one yet, SHAME ON YOU. What kind of fan are you??!!
Straight To Number One by Touch and Go
"Ten... kiss me on the lips
Nine... run your fingers through my hair
Eight... touch me, slowly
Hold it! Let's go straight to number one
Seven... lips
Six... slowly
Five... fingers
Four... play
... to number one."
This song actually reminds me of a fic I read a looooong time ago. The very first voyeur fic I ever read. I have a kink for those.
++FICTION++
bknjt told me only a couple of days ago to never apologize for porn. So this is me, not apologizing.
Porny fic: Of Plans and Blond Twinks
I step onto the bed where he sits waiting for me and I feel an excited prickle run all the way from my toes to my head, making my scalp tingle. Despite various, yet unknown, mind-altering substances that were consumed that night almost one week ago, the more carnal activities still stand out clearly, and quite graphically, in my mind. I don’t think I am ready to admit it out loud, but my body is itching for a repeat performance. One look at the boy confirms that he is most enthusiastic also.
The shyness is still there when I sink onto my knees before him, but there is no hesitation as he responds readily to my kiss, winding his arms possessively around me. I plunge into his mouth; his unique taste on my tongue - a mix of sweetness and innocence paired with a natural curiosity - makes my head swim a little, and I pull back. For today’s, or should I say, tonight’s lesson, I need a clear head. As I move away from him, his body involuntarily follows mine before he realizes what’s going on. His eyes show a confused expression and he scrunches his nose a little bit as if trying to remember what he did wrong. He didn’t, but he’s so insecure, he doesn’t know that. The most amazing feature of his bewildered face is however his mouth: Pouty lips, reddened a little by our kiss and still glistening with our combined spit, slightly open, the pink tongue peeking out between the teeth. For several moments I can only stare at that mouth, wanting nothing else but push my cock into this warm wet cavern. He licks his lips then and I’m not sure if it’s just a reflex or a seductive response from a horny little twink at catching me staring at them.
I give my head a firm shake to dislodge the arousing, but at the moment unwelcome, thoughts and get off the bed completely. I clear my throat before speaking, “Show me how you touch yourself.” Our first night together, I learned a lot about his favorite spots, especially sensitive areas. But all this being new to him, he gets so excited about everything, it is hard to tell what he likes best. And I want to know. I need to know for future performances. No, scratch that. No future performances. Just natural, scientific inquisitiveness.
For the first time tonight, he hesitates; back in full inexperienced and shy schoolboy mode. He’s embarrassed - his cheeks colored a pink hue that is more seductive that I’m willing to admit.
“Wh-,” he gulps, “What?”
“When you’re alone, in bed, you touch yourself, right? I wanna see how. Do it.”
He shakes his head no, his face blushed up to the ears.
“Do you lie on your back? Or do you like to rub against the sheets?” I continue, unperturbed.
He gulps again and wets his lips before answering in a throaty voice, “On my back.”
I raise my eyebrows in expectation, telling him to go lie down then. He stares at me for the longest of moments before slowly lowering himself onto the mattress. His eyes never breaking eye contact, his right hand slowly travels across his stomach to his dick that is pointing towards the ceiling. He doesn’t grab it though, instead, he clears his throat and averts his eyes as he whispers, “I usually use hand lotion.”
I move towards the nightstand, grab the bottle of lube and throw it onto the bed beside him. “Pretend it’s lotion,” I advise.
He takes the bottle and I see his hands shaking slightly as he opens it. I don’t know if the shaking is the result of him being so turned on or if it’s embarrassment. Maybe it’s both. Seeing him wrap his hand around his straining erection, I feel my own dick release a dollop of pre-cum and bite my lower lip. I watch him move his fist up and down his cock slowly, waiting for him to get more comfortable. He finally seems to forget I’m there watching him, because he squirms a little on the bed, pressing his head into the pillow and arching his neck a little. His eyes droop shut and small droplets of sweat begin to coat his forehead and chest. I almost give up my resistance and walk over to him. At the last moment I remind myself that this is just the beginning. But I need to do something. My hand travels to my cock on its own volition and I use my palm to spread the pre-cum across the tip, stifling a moan in my throat. My attention back on Justin, I see him lift up his knees, feet flat on the bed. He spreads his legs a little while at the same time palming his balls with the other hand. He rolls them around and squeezes the head of his cock, little short gasps escape his mouth. I watch his face and he’s the picture of wanton innocence. His little rosy tongue stuck into one corner of his goddamn perfect mouth, the eyelids fluttering as his eyes roll back into his head.
I let my eyes rake his body as he’s splayed out lasciviously on my bed, completely engrossed in his own world of sensual pleasure. Just in time I see his hand release his balls and travel further down. He spreads his legs more to give himself better access as his thumb presses against his perineum while his middle finger slithers to his hole, circling it lightly. He applies more pressure with his thumb and speeds up his movements on his dick. His body can’t help but arch off the bed in obvious pleasure just as I can’t help release a groan at the sight in front of me.
My failure to keep quiet re-alerts him to my presence and for a moment he stops all movement. Letting his cloudy eyes travel to my hand working my own cock, he finds his confidence again and resumes his stroking. He jerks his dick, obviously intent on making himself come while his middle finger continues to circle his hole. He looks up at me and I nod at him, saying, “Go on. Push it inside.”
He stills again and nibbles on his lower lip that I’m planning in devouring in a few minutes. “I haven’t…,” he pauses before continuing, “I have never…”
“You never tried to fuck yourself on your fingers?” I ask incredulously. He shakes his head in confirmation. “Have you ever tried using anything else?” Again he shakes his head and I feel myself getting light-headed and growing impossibly harder as virginal gains a completely new meaning in my vocabulary. That night almost a week ago, he allowed me to be the first to touch him. Why? What the fuck did he see that he thought he could trust me with something like that? Jesus Fuck! The kid’s unbelievable. Or unbelievably stupid.
I make a conscious effort to return to our ‘conversation’ - his dick is turning a deep shade of red with held back desire and I ache to see him come, so I offer my help. “Do you want me to touch you? Touch you from inside?”
He nods vigorously but his answer comes out in a gasped whisper, “Yes.”
I nod curtly in response. “Turn around. On all fours. And spread your legs. Wide.”
He obeys immediately. I push his shoulders down, so his ass is high in the air and get behind him. I tell him to keep jerking himself as my eyes linger on his beautiful, tightly clenched bud, glistening with lube that he applied there. I wet my finger and put it at his opening, waiting for the right moment. I concentrate on his breathing; and on the next exhale, I press slowly but steadily inside. I twist it a little and find his prostate on the second inside push. He picks up speed on his cock and I match my movements to his as I continue to apply pressure to his sweet spot. He beats the pillow with his forehead repeatedly, muffling his streams of moaning. Suddenly he freezes before releasing my name in an almost scream and spilling all over his hand, the muscles in his ass clenching around my intruding finger. I feel something inside me give and energy thrums through my whole body before I realize I just coated the back of his thigh with my own cum. I can’t, for the life of me, remember jerking myself.
As I wait for Justin to release my finger, I am forced to admit the evening did not start out as planned. But then again, all plans seem to fly out the window wherever Justin is involved. And now he’s making himself comfortable on my bed and ready to drift off to sleep. Oh no, Sonnyboy, the night’s just starting.
The End.
A/N: All comments are welcome. If a link goes defunct, please let me know. I'm having so much fun with this!
Go to the next Episode - 105
++SCENES++
I have one word for this episode: Foreshadowing.
1. Justin’s elaborations on the definition of yearning as rephrased by the teacher: It needs to hurt to be worthy of the word.
2. Justin’s self-assuredness as he declares he’s going to be with Brian; that Brian will let him stay with him.
3. Justin lying about his father’s reaction to finding out his son is gay.
4. What is it with chicken (soup) that it’s being served whenever someone gets sick? Does it have magic healing powers I know nothing about?
You can disagree if you think I’m just wishful-thinking but, in all objectivity, Chris is totally coming on to Justin in the sports equipment room. (BTW, the whole ‘popping open a soda can’ scene is so very subtle!) There actually is a scientific study that tried to prove that homophobia is the result of repressed homosexuality. Here’s a very brief summarization of the found results. Judge for yourself. The whole study can be found online, too.
What’s with the scene in the diner with Michael and Debbie? This thing she does with her hand brushing her nose - she never does that again. Or does she? I don’t believe she does.
Oh man, how much do I love Jennifer? Especially in this episode. The ‘Do you have a boyfriend, Justin?’ scene in the car is one of my favorites.
This episode marks the beginning of Emmett’s heart wrenchingly sad stories from his childhood years in Hazelhurst, Mississippi.
And lastly, the B/J scene in Michael’s bedroom is absolutely gorgeous. The way Justin is so cocky before, when he’s talking to Daphne and then Michael and Deb, and so totally insecure once Brian gets there. The way he keeps looking up in his face for reassurances. He’s soooo cute.
++PICS++
S1 Justin = pretty.
So very pretty.
Look at us! We're all very bland today!
++QUOTES++
JENNIFER
So, do you have a boyfriend, Justin? You can tell me. I promise you, I won't tell your father.
JUSTIN
I don't.
JENNIFER
Then who's Brian?
BRIAN
So let's cut to the chase. Find somebody else. His mommy, or Michael or Madonna. I don't care who.
LINDSAY
But he chose you.
BRIAN
Well, he chose wrong.
MELANIE
Yeah, that's what I said to him. I said, 'Brian is not the person you want responsible for your life. He's a selfish, narcissistic, little fucking faggot!' And let me tell you something, it's not because you suck cock, it's because you're a little fucking coward!
JUSTIN
I'm gonna live with him. I'm gonna be with him. You'll see.
EMMETT
There's a lot of things we don't know about each other. Like, did you know I used to walk down the street in Hazelhurst, Mississippi, and the postman would spit at me?
JUSTIN
That's why I have to see Brian. He'll let me stay with him.
MICHAEL
I don't think so.
JUSTIN
Well, then, I'll go to New York! I'll become a hustler and I'll sell my body to gross old homos!
VIC
I'll give you twenty bucks.
[Deb smacks him on the head. He shrugs.]
Save him the train fare.
JUSTIN
I'm gonna throw up. I gotta vomit.
DEB
Upstairs bathroom. The one for guests and drama queens.
[Justin disappears upstairs.]
It's not a joke, you know. Gay teens have a very high suicide rate.
MICHAEL
Unfortunately, not this one.
Insensitive. And also somewhat creepy, considering future events.
MICHAEL
You can fuck him at your place, you can fuck him in his gym class, you can fuck him at the zoo, but you cannot fuck him in my mother's house. In my room!
I LOOOOOVE Dr. Seuss references. I LOOOOOVE Dr. Seuss!
DEB
So, Jennifer, don't ask, 'Are you?' Because it's never a question. Just say, 'I know.'
THAT is probably my favorite Debbie quote EVER!!!
Can someone fill me in on the background story of Emmett’s Natalie Wood comment? *feelz stoopid*
++DEBBIE’S SHIRTS++
Deb’s shirt reads “Spank Me!”
++MUSIC++
Okay, important question(s), everyone: Do you want download links? Or should I assume that everybody already has the music on their i-pod/hard drive? And is it legal to link to those if I’m NOT the one who put the music up for download in the first place?
Okay, so here are a few of my favorites from this ep:
Absurd by Fluke
"Anybody with a heart votes Love"
Have you ever listened to the lyrics? Ungh, genius.
Lovin’ You by Kristine W
"I used to hide from love
But now, I'm satisfied
'Cause you showed me
That love could be
So good, so real, and oh so right"
(Awwww!)
If you haven’t seen this one yet, SHAME ON YOU. What kind of fan are you??!!
Straight To Number One by Touch and Go
"Ten... kiss me on the lips
Nine... run your fingers through my hair
Eight... touch me, slowly
Hold it! Let's go straight to number one
Seven... lips
Six... slowly
Five... fingers
Four... play
... to number one."
This song actually reminds me of a fic I read a looooong time ago. The very first voyeur fic I ever read. I have a kink for those.
++FICTION++
bknjt told me only a couple of days ago to never apologize for porn. So this is me, not apologizing.
Porny fic: Of Plans and Blond Twinks
I step onto the bed where he sits waiting for me and I feel an excited prickle run all the way from my toes to my head, making my scalp tingle. Despite various, yet unknown, mind-altering substances that were consumed that night almost one week ago, the more carnal activities still stand out clearly, and quite graphically, in my mind. I don’t think I am ready to admit it out loud, but my body is itching for a repeat performance. One look at the boy confirms that he is most enthusiastic also.
The shyness is still there when I sink onto my knees before him, but there is no hesitation as he responds readily to my kiss, winding his arms possessively around me. I plunge into his mouth; his unique taste on my tongue - a mix of sweetness and innocence paired with a natural curiosity - makes my head swim a little, and I pull back. For today’s, or should I say, tonight’s lesson, I need a clear head. As I move away from him, his body involuntarily follows mine before he realizes what’s going on. His eyes show a confused expression and he scrunches his nose a little bit as if trying to remember what he did wrong. He didn’t, but he’s so insecure, he doesn’t know that. The most amazing feature of his bewildered face is however his mouth: Pouty lips, reddened a little by our kiss and still glistening with our combined spit, slightly open, the pink tongue peeking out between the teeth. For several moments I can only stare at that mouth, wanting nothing else but push my cock into this warm wet cavern. He licks his lips then and I’m not sure if it’s just a reflex or a seductive response from a horny little twink at catching me staring at them.
I give my head a firm shake to dislodge the arousing, but at the moment unwelcome, thoughts and get off the bed completely. I clear my throat before speaking, “Show me how you touch yourself.” Our first night together, I learned a lot about his favorite spots, especially sensitive areas. But all this being new to him, he gets so excited about everything, it is hard to tell what he likes best. And I want to know. I need to know for future performances. No, scratch that. No future performances. Just natural, scientific inquisitiveness.
For the first time tonight, he hesitates; back in full inexperienced and shy schoolboy mode. He’s embarrassed - his cheeks colored a pink hue that is more seductive that I’m willing to admit.
“Wh-,” he gulps, “What?”
“When you’re alone, in bed, you touch yourself, right? I wanna see how. Do it.”
He shakes his head no, his face blushed up to the ears.
“Do you lie on your back? Or do you like to rub against the sheets?” I continue, unperturbed.
He gulps again and wets his lips before answering in a throaty voice, “On my back.”
I raise my eyebrows in expectation, telling him to go lie down then. He stares at me for the longest of moments before slowly lowering himself onto the mattress. His eyes never breaking eye contact, his right hand slowly travels across his stomach to his dick that is pointing towards the ceiling. He doesn’t grab it though, instead, he clears his throat and averts his eyes as he whispers, “I usually use hand lotion.”
I move towards the nightstand, grab the bottle of lube and throw it onto the bed beside him. “Pretend it’s lotion,” I advise.
He takes the bottle and I see his hands shaking slightly as he opens it. I don’t know if the shaking is the result of him being so turned on or if it’s embarrassment. Maybe it’s both. Seeing him wrap his hand around his straining erection, I feel my own dick release a dollop of pre-cum and bite my lower lip. I watch him move his fist up and down his cock slowly, waiting for him to get more comfortable. He finally seems to forget I’m there watching him, because he squirms a little on the bed, pressing his head into the pillow and arching his neck a little. His eyes droop shut and small droplets of sweat begin to coat his forehead and chest. I almost give up my resistance and walk over to him. At the last moment I remind myself that this is just the beginning. But I need to do something. My hand travels to my cock on its own volition and I use my palm to spread the pre-cum across the tip, stifling a moan in my throat. My attention back on Justin, I see him lift up his knees, feet flat on the bed. He spreads his legs a little while at the same time palming his balls with the other hand. He rolls them around and squeezes the head of his cock, little short gasps escape his mouth. I watch his face and he’s the picture of wanton innocence. His little rosy tongue stuck into one corner of his goddamn perfect mouth, the eyelids fluttering as his eyes roll back into his head.
I let my eyes rake his body as he’s splayed out lasciviously on my bed, completely engrossed in his own world of sensual pleasure. Just in time I see his hand release his balls and travel further down. He spreads his legs more to give himself better access as his thumb presses against his perineum while his middle finger slithers to his hole, circling it lightly. He applies more pressure with his thumb and speeds up his movements on his dick. His body can’t help but arch off the bed in obvious pleasure just as I can’t help release a groan at the sight in front of me.
My failure to keep quiet re-alerts him to my presence and for a moment he stops all movement. Letting his cloudy eyes travel to my hand working my own cock, he finds his confidence again and resumes his stroking. He jerks his dick, obviously intent on making himself come while his middle finger continues to circle his hole. He looks up at me and I nod at him, saying, “Go on. Push it inside.”
He stills again and nibbles on his lower lip that I’m planning in devouring in a few minutes. “I haven’t…,” he pauses before continuing, “I have never…”
“You never tried to fuck yourself on your fingers?” I ask incredulously. He shakes his head in confirmation. “Have you ever tried using anything else?” Again he shakes his head and I feel myself getting light-headed and growing impossibly harder as virginal gains a completely new meaning in my vocabulary. That night almost a week ago, he allowed me to be the first to touch him. Why? What the fuck did he see that he thought he could trust me with something like that? Jesus Fuck! The kid’s unbelievable. Or unbelievably stupid.
I make a conscious effort to return to our ‘conversation’ - his dick is turning a deep shade of red with held back desire and I ache to see him come, so I offer my help. “Do you want me to touch you? Touch you from inside?”
He nods vigorously but his answer comes out in a gasped whisper, “Yes.”
I nod curtly in response. “Turn around. On all fours. And spread your legs. Wide.”
He obeys immediately. I push his shoulders down, so his ass is high in the air and get behind him. I tell him to keep jerking himself as my eyes linger on his beautiful, tightly clenched bud, glistening with lube that he applied there. I wet my finger and put it at his opening, waiting for the right moment. I concentrate on his breathing; and on the next exhale, I press slowly but steadily inside. I twist it a little and find his prostate on the second inside push. He picks up speed on his cock and I match my movements to his as I continue to apply pressure to his sweet spot. He beats the pillow with his forehead repeatedly, muffling his streams of moaning. Suddenly he freezes before releasing my name in an almost scream and spilling all over his hand, the muscles in his ass clenching around my intruding finger. I feel something inside me give and energy thrums through my whole body before I realize I just coated the back of his thigh with my own cum. I can’t, for the life of me, remember jerking myself.
As I wait for Justin to release my finger, I am forced to admit the evening did not start out as planned. But then again, all plans seem to fly out the window wherever Justin is involved. And now he’s making himself comfortable on my bed and ready to drift off to sleep. Oh no, Sonnyboy, the night’s just starting.
The End.
A/N: All comments are welcome. If a link goes defunct, please let me know. I'm having so much fun with this!
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