Liam and Justin: A Story for us Perverts

This is another introduction! This one is between the 2 friends Liam and Justin, in case you already forgot the title. In which case, it must take you awhile to get through these stories. I wouldn't want to make it any longer than necessary, enjoy. 

“Wanna swing by my place?” The ravishing red head asked his blond best friend. 

“Sure. You got any grass?” Responded the blue eyed beauty. 

“Of course man. I’m a walking dispensary.” Retorted the delicious dealer. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” Ended the interaction. 

Justin and Liam just got out of class and were walking to Liam’s car. Justin and Liam are close friends, and have been since Justin joined the wrestling team a few years back.

Justin’s the younger of the two, 16 years, but closer to 17 with each coming day. 6 foot 3 inches, strong and defined body. Muscular and a joy to look at. Dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes. Pardon my lack of eloquence, but Justin is plain fucking sexy.

And one of the few that can compete with Justin in desirability, is right next to him right now. Liam isn’t quite as tall, but his body is more than comparable. Slimmer figure, but more defined. Red hair, blue eyes. Really cute face. And he’s a drug dealer too. What more could you want from a guy?

Liam and Justin got into Liam’s car as Justin plugged in his phone into the Aux cord.

“That better be some good fucking music man.” Liam asserts.

“Of course, of course.” Said Justin. “I wouldn’t subject you to something less than outstanding.”

Liam chuckles and pulls out of his parking space.

“Hey, do you need to head anywhere? I gotta drive a few minutes off route to drop something off for this kid. He wants a Quarter ounce, Blue Dream.” 

"Why did you say Quarter Ounce? Instead of just Q?" Justin asks.

"Because what if someone's listening in who's not down with this all new, hip vernacular?" Liam says sarcastically. 

"We're the only one's in this fucking car." Justin says as pleasantly as he could, looking around the car with a grin. 

"Shut up." Liam says laughing. 

"To those eavesdropping on us two very handsome and very witty teenage boys with huge dicks and rock hard abs..." Justin spoke  to the sky, much to the enjoyment of Liam. 

"To cop something, is to buy off a dealer. And Kush, is another word for weed. Do you want to know anything else, oh omnipresent perverts?" 

"Shut the fuck up Justin..." Liam replied, unable to control his laughter.

"Do you have anywhere to go before I drop off this Q" Liam asks, emphasis on Q.

“I'm good, thanks." Justin says with a smile. "I hope you’re saving some for us.”

“It’s not a good business model to smoke the product Justin. That is one of the reasons you’d be a terrible drug dealer.”

“Oh really? One of the reasons?” Justin asks, looking at Liam with an eyebrow raised. 

“Yeah. There’s so many reasons why you’d be a terrible one, and your lack of product management is one of them.”

Laughing, Justin asks “What’s another reason?”

“Well…” Liam says as he pulled out of the parking lot onto the street.

“For one, you’re terribad at math.”

A laugh from Justin.

“Two, you are far easy going of a person to be a drug dealer. You need to be able to have people fear you… in a way. Know you mean business. You’re too kumbaya.”

“You saying I’m too nice of a person to be a drug dealer?” Justin asks with a friendly smile. 

“I guess. Like for example…” Liam says as he checks his surroundings for any immediate concerns.

After Liam sees all is well, Liam looks over at Justin who’s looking at his friend with a warm smile. Justin’s handsome face, partly covered by his glorious blonde hair. His teeth like god’s shoeshine, that sparkles in the most comforting of ways. In the Saint Bernard High School attire, a tight dress shirt and equally tight white khakis, hugging Justin as tight and close as anybody with sense would want to if they were given the opportunity.

Liam smiles at his friend and finishes his statement.

“,,.you’re not gonna do anything about this.” And with that, Liam sent his fist into Justin’s open crotch. Not too hard though. Justin's balls are sensitive, and Liam doesn't want to cause too much agony. Better ride this way, he reasons. 

Justin’s caught off guard by this. Still not a weak hit, at least not for vulneraballs here.  His smile instantly turns into an O as he sends his hands down to his aching boys. Hunched over slightly, held back by the seat belt he's wearing (always wear your seat belt!), and focused on the dull ache in his lower extremities.

“Which brings me to a third reason why you’d be a terrible dealer. Too weak, anyone can take you in a fight with a swift shot to your eggs.”

Justin chuckles

“Yeah, they are delicate. But so are everyone’s.”

“Yes, but you seem more… inclined towards incapacitation following said interaction.”

Justin laughs at his best friend’s comment and nods his head.

“Guess you’re right.” Justin says, regaining his smile. His hand still holding his huge package in his tight khakis.

Justin looks out the window for a bit. He goes back to his phone and changes the song.

  

As the song changes, Liam looked over at his friend. Liam always had a crush on his friend, but he never told Justin. Not that it really matters Liam tells himself, it just never came up. Liam’s not gay though; he’s bi. Justin knows this and Liam doesn’t really try to keep it a secret. Not that he goes flailing his sexuality, but he doesn’t keep it to himself. Liam’s glad he’s bi. That means he enjoys twice as many people as most others. He feels they're missing out.

Liam smiles at his friend, happy to be next to him. Justin catches Liam’s gaze, and raises his eyebrow, asking without speaking.

“Nothing. Keep on being yourself, hot stuff.”

Justin takes his finger, and puts it in his mouth, sucking it and making a popping noise when it leaves his mouth. Liam sees this and watches as Justin takes his wet finger and moves it over to his chest. He puts the wet finger on his nipple and makes a sizzling noise, as if something wet just touched something hot.

  

Liam laughs and looks back to the road, as he doesn’t want to kill his best friend and himself over a silly, albeit adorable, little interaction. 

Liam pulls up to his destination. Kid just wants to cop some kush, nothing Liam hasn't worked with before. 

"All right, want to come in with me? Or wait out here and twiddle with your thumbs?" Liam asks as he takes the keys out of the ignition. 

"I'll join you. You're the only drug dealer I know that delivers, you know that?"

"I offer a desirable service" Liam says with a grin. "It is my duty fulfill my clients desires." 

"Oh really?" Justin asks slyly. "Well, what if I'm a client and I... have a desire? Will you... service me?"

"Oh course my love. How can I be of service?" Liam asks tongue in cheek. Literally, tongue in cheek. His tongue is moving fiercely back and forth against his cheek, making his cheek bulge rhythmically. Very suggestive... very naughty... 

"I would love it..." Justin asks seductively

"If you..." Justin moves his hand over to his friends chin, softly. Almost caressing Liam.

Justin looks into Liam's eyes. Liam stops messing with his tongue. 

Liam's caught in this moment. Liam never expected this.

"If you... open the car door." Justin says with a straight face. 

Liam cocks his head, and Justin breaks his stoic expression in a fit of laughter. 

"Open the fucking door dude..." Justin says, trying to control his laughter. "This kid wants his weed, let's not make him wait any longer.  

Liam looks down, a bit wound up over that. He nods his head, and unlocks the car. 

Liam felt something for a moment. Something, like a spark... something felt like his best friend, his crush, was going to share mutual feelings. Liam's let down.  Liam knows Justin's straight, he shouldn't have expected anything he tells himself. But it doesn't make him feel much better. 

Both got out of the car, and Liam heads to the trunk to get what he needs out of the trunk. 

"Uh, I said a quarter right?" Liam asks. 

"You did say a quarter. Then I told you to not call it a fucking quarter." 

"Yeah, yeah." Liam replied jovially. Liam looked in his trunk. 

"Wait... fuck." Liam uttered, moving shit around in the trunk, looking for something.

"What?"

"Fuck... Shit man." Liam says, hurriedly, moving everything in the trunk. 

"What, what is it dude?" Justin asked 

"I'm out of fucking Blue Dream. Only enough for a J or something. Have a shit ton of Platinum Kush though."

"Is that a problem?"

"Yeah, it is. Two different strains, different effects. Plus this guy asked specifically for Blue Dream. Not fucking Plat Kush. He'll know the difference. FUCK man..." Liam says stressed out, face-palming. 

"It's all right man. We'll just give him a Q of Plat and tell him it's all we have. Be genuine."

"Man..." 

"Liam, come on man. What else can we do?"

"This guy is the type to get salty over this kind of shit. Like really salty." 

"Liam." Justin calmly said, as he put his hands on his best friends shoulders. 

"It'll be all good man. Let's not make him wait any longer. I got your back, he won't try anything." 

This soothed Liam's nerves. He took a breathe and nodded his head. 

"All right, thanks man. Okay, let's get this done with." Liam says as he pulls a baggy out of his trunk holding a Q. He tucks it into his jacket and looks at his friend. A smile. 

They head to the Blue dreamer without any blue dream. 

Knock on the door. Liam's uneasy, but Justin's confident. 

A man opens. Good looking guy, brown hair and brown eyes. Nice face, t shirt on, shows off his strong arms. Nothing too impressive though. Above average but not much more. 

He smiles as he locks eyes with Liam. 

"My man! Been waiting for you. Come on in, bring your friend too." The man says as he heads back inside. 

"Close the door behind you, please and thank you!" 

Justin closes the door, and the two friends follow the guy to what appears to be a dining room table.

The guy approaches Justin with a smile. 

"My name's Spencer."

"Justin." 

"Nice to meet you man." Spencer says. "...so, Q Blue Dream, yes? You said 90, yeah?" Said turning to Liam. 

"Uhhh, about that." Liam said, looking down. 

Spencer looks at Liam with a stern expression. 

Liam pulls out the baggy and gives it to Spencer.

"It's Plat Kush. Out of Blue Dream."

Spencer looks at the baggie. He holds it, and takes a nug out. Inspecting it. Sniffing it. It smells like shit. 

Spencer puts the nug back into the bag and looks at Liam.

"Come on man, I said Blue Dream. I don't want this shit, it'll knock me right the fuck out." 

"It's all I have man, sorry." Liam said genuinely. 

Spencer sighs, and gently tosses the bag in the air, catching it. Repeatedly. Like it were a baseball. 

"Come on man, weed's weed, right?" Justin said sincerely.  

Spencer looks at Justin. "No, Justin. The strain fucking matters. This gives off an entirely different vibe, I can't." 

"Spenc-" Liam said before he got interrupted. 

"No. Fuck off, I'm not taking this." Spencer says as he throws the bag at Liam. 

"Come on man, don't be like this." Liam says, trying to convince Spencer to not be like this. 

"No. And I don't even know if I want to buy from you anymore. When I say I want Blue Dream, and you confirm that you can get me Blue Dream. I kinda fucking want Blue Dream. This hurts man."

"No, come on Spencer. It was just one time man... Don't throw me to the side like this, I'm sorry..." Liam said, trying to think of something.

Spencer shakes his head and starts walking away. 

"Close the door behind you guys." He said annoyed.

"Wait Spencer, how about this." Justin says before Spencer can leave the room. 

Spencer turns around. 

"How about..." Justin starts and looks at Liam. Justin takes a big breath 

"How about, you kick me in the balls. Full force, vent your frustration out."

Spencer's eye raises. Liam's shocked. 

"Woah, Justin." Liam says, concerned

"Come on man. Kick this heavy package here." Justin says as he grabbed crotch, showing off his very heavy package. "I know you want to." Justin spoke with a smirk. Coming off as very cocky.

Spencer looks at Justin. He seems to be considering. 

Spencer walks towards Justin and nods his head. 

"Justin man, come on. Let me take the kick instead, this is on me. Not you." Liam said, grabbing his buddy by the arm. 

"It's all good man. I told you, I got your back." Justin said with a smile

Spencer moves the chairs and motions Justin over. 

"All right, legs spread. Kick from the front, hands over your head." Spencer said. He's visibly still bothered, and really looking forward to get his frustrations out. 

Justin obliges, spreading his legs, causing his pants to hug his body even tighter. And he raises his arms over his head, causing his dress shirt to hug his body even tighter. You can see every curve on his Adonis-esque body. You can even see some skin as his dress shirt raises above belt height. 

Liam looks over his best friend. His best friend, who undoubtedly has one of the greatest bodies he's ever laid eyes on. His best friend, notorious for having the weakest balls in the school. His best friend, who is about to take a life shattering punt in his most vulnerable location... just to get him off the hook. 

Justin looks over at Liam, his best friend, and smiles. A smile that makes it feel like it'll all be all right. 

Justin looks back at Spencer and nods. Closes his eyes and braces for impact. 

Spencer rears back, and sets his eyes on target. 

Spencer screams as he lets it fly through the air and connects with Justin's groin with an incredibly loud 

THUD

Raising the stud off his feet. Justin's eyes bulge out of his eyes as he falls instantly after Spencer's punt. 

Justin's on the floor, rolling. Writhing and wheezing. Face grower a redder taint as the agony courses up his body. Justin's eyes water as he can feel himself feeling ill. Muscles tense as the pain just gets worse and and worse. Grunting on the floor, trying to overcome the overwhelming sickening ache. But Justin agreed to this. Justin accepted this. 

Liam watches as his best friend writhes on the floor, in intense discomfort. Liam watches Justin's body tense and shake on the floor, convulsing. Every curve on this strong boy's body, on prominent display as they press tightly against his thin layer above. 

Liam is enjoying the hot boy's body for the viewing, but Liam also feels defensive towards his best friend. Responsible. Liam doesn't like that Justin's going through this because of him. 

Liam gets down on his knees and tries to comfort his friend. 

He's looking down at his friend, and doesn't know what to say or to do. He knows there isn't much he can do to alleviate the strain, but he want's to help. 

Liam's rubbing Justin's back as he's laying on his front. His left leg riding up, tightening his pants. Both hands holding his crotch, moaning. 

Liam stands up, but stays bent over. His hands are on his knees, and looking down. Liam doesn't know what he should be feeling right now. 

But a new feeling emerges. The feeling of a foot coming up smashing into his nuts from behind. 

Liam's eyes squint as he stumbles as he sends his hands between his legs. He falls on a knee and gasps for breathe. He looks around and tries to figure out what happened. He sees Spencer behind him, a face of satisfaction. Spencer walks towards the aching pair of friends. 

"It was dirty of me, but I saw the opportunity." Spencer said, trotting towards the two with a smile in his sleeveless tee. 

He extends his hand to Liam. 

"No hard feelings?"

Liam looks at the brown haired kid who just sucker punted him in the testicles. 

Liam extends his arm towards Spencer. 

They lock hands and Spencer smiles. However, Liam pulls Spencer when they lock hands, which causes Spencer to lose his balance. 

Spencer's half falling over Liam, and the red head shoots a fist firmly between Spencer's legs connecting dead on with his family jewels. 

Spencer's breathe leaves his mouth in a hearty wheeze as he doubles over and falls to his knees facing down. Breathing heavily and painfully. 

Liam is pissed. Spencer just punted his best friend in the balls, causing him so much pain. And it was because of something Liam did, an oversight. Something Liam never does. Liam's not happy. And then Specner sucker kicked him from behind. His frustration turns to anger, and he feels obligated to express it. Liam stands up with his hand over crotch, and turns to Spencer. He kicks him in the side, causing Spencer to fall over onto his back. 

"Like hell there's no hard feelings." Liam spat as he sits down on Spencer's chest and punches Spencer in the jaw. Liam sent another punch to Spencer's face, at which point Spencer decided to block Liam's punches with something other than his face. Spencer put his dukes up and covered his face. Liam tried to punch around the blockade, but this proved futile. 

Liam tries and grabs Spencer's arms, attempting to spread them. Spencer gave resistance and quickly came to the realization that he isn't stronger than Liam. Spencer shook his hand free from Liam's grasp, and sent his hand straight to Liam's balls which were conveniently placed in front of Spencer due to position. 

"Fuck!" Liam lets out as his body jerks backwards and instantly sends his hands down to his grapefruits. 

Spencer squeezes the two orb shaped danglers between Liam's legs in his fine khaki pants as the cute red head's face contorted in pain. Liam tries to stand up to keep distance from Spencer. Spencer hung on tight to Liam's nuts as he tried to raise his body. Spencer got out from under the space Liam opened up between them and pulled Liam's body down with his handful of gonads. 

Liam let out a guttural gag as his body got pulled down and another wave of excruciating pain washes over him. 

Spencer twisted and turned the meat in his hand, causing Liam to squeal in a high pitch. Desperate, clawing at Spencers wrist, trying to get his hand off his most prized possessions. Liam makes a last ditch effort and sends his fingers into the eye sockets of Spencer, blinding the above average brunette. 

"AHHH, FUCK!" Spencer screamed as he let go of Liam's potatoes and tried to save his eyes. 

Spencer crawled back and tried to fix his eyesight as Liam had a moment of rest. Liam fell back, and had his hands over his groin. He moaned softly as he caressed his balls. Liam tried shaking himself in an attempt to get some energy back in his body.  Some feeling instead of the crippling ache. 

Liam watched Spencer slowly recuperate, as the red head sat up and tried to breath in and out. 

Liam takes a look around and his eyes caught Justin on the floor. Justin's on his back breathing in and out. His chest bulging rhythmically in sync with the breathe leaving his mouth, beautiful sapphire eyes closed to the outside world. 

Distracted, Liam wasn't paying attention to Spencer as he got himself together. Spencer took this opportunity and rushed the sitting red duck. 

Spencer jumped into Liam, knocking the red head out of his little world. Spencer grabs Liam's shoulders while he's on his back, legs spread. Spencer raises his leg, and slams his knee between Liam's legs, crushing the kid's bulge. 

"AAAFACK" Liam screams out in a higher octave, as his body convulses upwards, as he grits his teeth. 

Spencer punches Liam in the face once, twice and a third time. Liam's dazed as a bruise forms on his pretty face. 

The brown haired stoner looks down at his dealer, the handsome red head. He's dazed, unable to defend himself right now. Spencer untightens his fist. He let's out a sigh and wonders what he's actually getting out of this beatdown. 

Spencer gets off of the red headed wrestler and leans over him. Liam looks up at Spencer with trepidation. Spencer forces a grin and playfully taps Liam's cheek. Spencer sticks out his hand to offer comradery. Liam's trepidation slowly turns into a sense of comfort and safety. Liam responds with his own hand and grin. 

All of a sudden Spencer's grin warps into a mask of pain as his mouth forms an O and falls forward. 

"Fuck me..." Spencer croaks as he falls off his feet and crumples to the floor. 

Liam's perplexed. He looks down at his downed customer wondering what happened. He looks back forwards and see's Justin standing there. Justin looks pleased with himself. 

"See! Told you I got your back man!" Justin says painfully with a happy smile.

"Yeah, I guess you do..." Liam says with a chuckle. Liam cringes as the pain in his balls comes up again and he lets out a low moan and tries to nurse his swollen nuts. 

Justin extends his arm out, and Liam matches, pulling himself up. Liam and Justin look into each other's eyes smile. 

Spencer intends to ruin this moment as he punches Justin in the balls while he was distracted. 

Justin's eyes cross as his body tenses and doubles over. 

"Jesus FUCK you two. Stop hitting each other in the fucking balls holy shit." Liam yells as he holds Justin, keeping him on his feet. 

Spencer looks up from his position on his knees and breathes slowly as he moves his hands from his testicles to his knees and nods. 

Liam looks down at Justin, and rubs his shoulder. "All right, Justin, I'm gonna put you down here all right?" He says as he lays his best friend against the wall, who's head falls into his knees. 

"Spencer, we can smoke in here?" 

Spencer nods. 

"All right. We're smoking this off, where's your bowl?" Liam asks 

"I'll go get it." Spencer says standing up, hand grabbing his groin, cringing with every movement. 


30 minutes later, the 3 of them are smoking from a bong on the couch, listening to some music. 

"Man... sorry about causing all of this" Spencer said,brown eyes bloodshot

"It's all good man... I should of had Blue Dream for you, I said I would." Liam said in response

"Yeah... you should of.. haha" Spencer said laughing as he motions to Justin to hand him the bong

Justin hands it over, coughing. 

"Yo..." Justin said, eyes squinted, feeling elated. 

"Spencer, you got a hell of a kick haha" Justin says lightheartedly.

Spencer's taking a hit as he nods his head. 

"My boy Spencer here pulls no punches." Liam says, getting both he and Justin to start laughing together. 

Spencer finishes his hit as he puts the bong on the table and closes his eyes, keeping the hit inside. 

"Yo..." Spencer lets out getting the attention from Liam and Justin

"This is some quality kush..." He says as he lets out the smoke from his lungs and closes his eyes, as Justin and Liam laugh. 

"Does that mean you're buying?" Liam asks as he takes the bong from the table. 

"Yeah, sure... Least I can do after busting your balls." Spencers saying with a chuckle and closes his brown eyes. 

"Good shit man." Liam says before taking a hit. 

Justin looks over at Spencer. 

"Yo, Spencer" 

No response. 

"Spencer?" 

Still nothing.

"Damn, guess he's out" Justin said laughing

Liam takes a hit and waits a few before letting it out. He puts the bong on the table and sits back. He looks next to him at his best friend who's sitting there, as great as ever.

Liam rests his head on Justin's shoulder and smiles. Justin moves his arm up and comforts his friend without hesitation. 

"Thanks for having my back man." Liam says with a earnest heart.

"Don't mention it man. Anytime." 

"Putting these on the line for me..." Liam says as he casually grabs Justin's package, causing Justin to jump a bit and laugh.

"It's almost romantic." Liam says as he caresses Justin's manhood. 

"MMmmm..." Justin moaned, as he moved Liam's hand with his own, moving his friends hands from his delicate package. 

"Careful, they're still a bit sore." 

"Of course." Liam said, now rubbing Justin's abs, leading to a hug. 

Both Justin Liam get along with each other really well. Each are glad to be each others friend. Justin's glad to have a friend who gets him so well, has access to basically whatever substance he wants, and is almost always a pleasure to be around. And Liam's glad to have a friend who's so much fun to look at and be around. It feels their relationship grows each day. But today's story, was just a story for us perverts. To build the foundations of the lives of these young, emerging adults. Tomorrow's story will build upon the foundations of these 2 extraordinary teenagers. Tomorrow's story... will be an adventure.