Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 09:56:25 +0100 (BST)
From: Andy Email <email_andy@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Exploring Chapter 5

Disclaimers and warnings.

The important characters and place names in this story have been changed to
protect the not so innocent.  The story itself is fictional.  Nothing like
this happened that I know about.

If it's illegal to read this stuff where you live, move.

If you're not old enough to read this stuff, hurry up and grow up.

If you don't like stories about sex between men and boys, and boys and
boys, why are you here???  This story is set in the fictional universe
where diseases do not exist.  Unfortunately that is not our universe.  So
please be safe, and if you're not sure what the weather is like, put a
raincoat on your little soldier!  Thanks.

Big thanks to Liam for editing for me.  Only the three errors in this one
which you picked up on so I'm getting better!!


Exploring
Chapter Five


BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

Was followed by TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!!! as my alarm clock went flying across the
room.  For god sake, who sets an alarm for 8.30AM on a holiday????

Oh yeah, me!!!  I'm meeting up with Ian and the guys this morning to play
some rugby.  I jump out of bed, naked of course!!  Well, with an en-suite
bathroom and the knowledge that unless there is a fire, my privacy is kept,
why sleep in pjs??  I scamper into the bathroom and turn on the shower,
remembering to let it warm up this time.  I grab the shower gel and give
myself a good workout in all departments, including the important one.
Well, if I'm gonna be getting up close and personal to a host of hunky,
sweaty, half-dressed boys, I need to make sure that my little soldier has
fired all the shots he's going to before I get there.  I certainly don't
want a reoccurrence of last night's embarrassment.  Despite what Ian said,
I don't know who would be ok with me being gay and who wouldn't and last
night was FAR too close to being outed.

As I dried myself off, I looked in the mirror to check out that I've wiped
all the suds off my face.  I spot something.  Hold on.  What is it?  I've
got something on my lip!!

I grab the mirror and bring it closer to my face to study.

I'VE GOT HAIR!!!

Growing on my lip! Well above my lip anyway!!  Finally I'm growing up!!!

"DAD! DAD! DAD!"

I yell.

About twenty seconds of my yelling brings my Dad rushing first into my
bedroom, and when he hears my voice from the bathroom, he bursts in.

"What's wrong Andy?" he pants out.  "Are you hurt?"

"Dad, look!" I say excitedly, pointing to my lip, completely forgetting I
am stark bollock naked in front of him.

"What?" he asks, confused as he obviously cannot see where I am hurt.

"I'm getting a moustache!" I state proudly.

Dad pauses for a moment, taking in my announcement.  With a frown that
starts to turn into a smile, he leans forward to examine my face, running a
finger over my upper lip.

"Yup you are indeed son," he says, pulling me into a hug.  "Guess we'll
have to go shopping for a shaver and teach you how to shave."

"Uh uh," I react, shaking my head back and forth.  "No way am I shaving
this baby off yet!"

"We'll see," he says.  He reached up and ruffled my hair, making me pull
back away from him.

"Aw Dad, you know I hate it when you do that!" I complain, trying to
flatten out what he's done, despite the fact I'm yet to style it this
morning.

"I know, but it's a Father's privilege to wind up, annoy and embarrass his
son at every opportunity," he said, grinning.  He made a point of
noticeably looking me up and down. "I take it you ARE getting dressed
before going to play, or did I interrupt that?"

I look down at my naked body and with a face that was now beetroot red and
nothing to do with the heat of the shower, I grab my towel I had previously
dropped in my excitement of my discovery and covered up.

"Okay, thanks Dad, you can leave now," I said, shoving him out of the
bathroom, closing the door behind him.  God I'm such a numbskull at times!
This is going to give him ammunition for days!

I finish drying my body and towel dry my hair, leaving it slightly damp so
I can style it the way I want.  I spray my deodorant all over and wander
back into the bedroom and get dressed, pulling on a fresh pair of briefs, a
pair of rugby shorts and my beloved Leicester Tigers home kit.  I find a
pair of rugby socks to complete my ensemble.

I went back into the bathroom and grabbed my gel and spiked my hair into a
semi fashionable look.  Smiling at how I looked, I headed back out and
downstairs to the kitchen.  Seeing no sign of Jack, I grabbed a bowl out of
the cupboard and put in a couple of Weetabix.  I poured some milk into a
cup and shoved it in the microwave to heat up and got myself a glass of
orange juice to drink.  The microwave pinged after twenty seconds and I
poured the milk over the Weetabix and wondered into the conservatory, where
Dad was sat reading a newspaper.

"So when do you start work Dad?" I asked.

"On Monday," he replied.  Two day's time then.  "I know you're out playing
rugby with those lads today, but do you fancy doing something tomorrow?"

I looked at him, and saw that he was trying to make an effort to spend some
time with us, and as much as I knew I would want to go and play with the
boys again on Sunday morning, I couldn't let Dad down.

"Sure," I answered.  "I was looking around on the internet before bed last
night and there is supposed to be this kewl African Park and Garden Centre
and restaurant thing just outside the village.  It's called Kumaga and is
free to get in."

"That sounds good," Dad replied.  "Maybe we can pick some plants up for the
garden."

I looked out for the first time at the back garden, and saw that it was
pretty barren.  Yes there was a lawn, which had obviously been kept well,
but whoever had lived here before must have hated gardening as there were a
few potted plants but a serious lack of anything else.  One of Dad's
pleasures was gardening.  He loves to potter around, planting and
replanting to get a nice garden.  I don't know why sometimes cos normally
by the time he gets it how he wants, and when everything has a chance to
grow and bloom, we're packing up and on the move again.  If anyone can
explain the workings of an adult mind to me it would be greatly
appreciated.

"So is it okay if I try out for the rugby club?" I ask, needing to know as
I'm guessing I will be asked today.

"Of course it is, son," Dad replies.  "How are the boots?  Do they still
fit or have you grown another foot again!"

"NNNNNNoooooooo they still fit," I whined at him.  I chuckled to myself and
remembered Dad's despair as it seemed in the space of the last eighteen
months, I have outgrown at least three pairs of boots, and at seventy
pounds a pair, I guess I'm more than keeping him close to his credit limit
on his card...NOT!!

I finished my weetabix and sat, sipping at my orange juice, just enjoying
being with Dad, without having to talk or do anything.  Weird I guess, but
it was nice all the same.  When Dad starts his new job, he's gonna be doing
long hours probably and more than likely have to work at weekends, even if
it is only from home.  I know he feels guilty about not spending a lot of
time with us, but when he does, it is quality time.  He is like, totally
dedicated to making sure we are taken care of, that we need for nothing,
but to be honest, I'd trade everything I had if the three of us could just
spend another minute with my mum.

The doorbell rang to bring me out of my musings and I jumped up out of my
chair.  I picked up my dish and glass, paused to let my Dad give me a hug
as way of goodbye, trotted into the kitchen to put my things in the
dishwasher and headed into the hallway to open the door.  Ian, Daimon and
Ryan were all stood on the doorstep, rugby ball being tossed between the
two younger boys.

"Ready?" Ian asked.

"Yup, let go," I replied.  "BBBBYYYYYYYEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" I shouted inside,
and shut the door behind me.

We headed over to the park, making small talk along the way.  Ryan and
Daimon babbling away over wanting to go and see The Lorax, or something
like that.  I looked at Ian in confusion.

"It's the new Disney film, one of the Dr Seuss things," he told me.

Still none the wiser, I just shrugged and decided to let it drop.  We
turned the corner of the street and saw Harry, Pete and Dylan waiting by
the swings.  Daimon gave a shout of greeting, drop kicked the ball high
into the air towards the three waiting lads and ran after it.

"Watch this," Ian said, pointing at where Dylan had started to move to
catch the ball.

I cringed in anticipation of the collision of the two boys as Daimon leapt
into the air to try to claim the ball.  My mouth dropped in astonishment as
the eleven year old stretched and took the ball a good foot above the older
boy's head, twisted his body in the air to avoid contact and landed on his
feet.  He blew a kiss at Dylan and fired a pass at the unsuspecting Harry,
who took it in the stomach and groaned as he doubled over.

"What the f.." I said.

"Daimon is the best ball chaser at the club," Ian told me.  "He wins
virtually every chase he goes for."

"I'll say!" said Ryan, who broke into laughter as we saw Dylan pantsie the
chocolate coloured boy.

"NOT FAIR!"

Daimon whined, pulling his shorts back up, covering up what looked like a
very cute backside.  I felt myself begin to stir downstairs and I guess Ian
must have guessed as well as with a hard shove, he pushed me towards the
group, making me stumble and fight to keep my balance, which I successfully
did.  I turned back towards the older boy and gave him a smirk.

"You'll have to try better than that skip!" I taunted.

Ian just grinned, nodded to Pete who threw me the ball.  I took it easily,
turning to see who was available to pass it to.  I was just about to pass
to Daimon when I found myself on my back, looking up at the blue sky,
wondering why I was lying down.  I felt the arm around my midrift and
looked down to see a grinning Harry who had blindside tackled me.

"Thought you were like some big tough centre!" he teased.

I grabbed him and dug my fingers into his side, and got no reaction other
than a smirk.

"I'm not ticklish mate!" Harry said with a proud smile.

"He is though," Ian so nicely informed everyone.

"Thanks bud!" I said sarcastically, and then began to worry as Harry's
smile turned into a grin of pure evil.  Uh oh!!  I bucked him off me before
he had a chance to try anything and jumped to my feet, still holding the
ball.

"Well at least you didn't spill the ball, Andy," Pete said.

We spent the next couple of hours throwing the ball around, practising high
kicks and catches, and tackling, all under Ian's instruction.  I was really
impressed with his knowledge of how to get the younger lads to improve
their skills, and how he incorporated a lot of different moves into some of
the plays.

"Let's take a break guys," Ian said, much to my relief after I had been on
the end of a particularly heavy hit by Pete.

We headed over to a shaded area, where there were a couple of bags, which
turned out to be supplies that Pete, Dylan and Harry had bought with them.
Bottled water and bananas were handed out and we sat there, recovering,
catching our breath.

"Hey there's Karl!" Daimon suddenly shouted. "KARL KARL KARL!!! Come over
here."

I looked to where the eleven year old was facing and saw a kid who was
dressed completely in black, even on a hot day like this!  I could tell
immediately that he was an "emo" as his hair was obviously dyed black as
well.  His t-shirt seemed to hang off him, suggesting he was skinny rather
than well built like the rest of the guys.

The boy looked over, and started to walk over, until he looked at me.  He
stopped suddenly and I could almost see him trying to decide whether to
continue or not.

"Karl, this is Andy," Ian said to him.  "He's just moved here, and he's
cool, don't worry."

Ian turned to me and whispered to me.

"Look be nice to Karl ok, he's got some self confidence issues, but he's a
really cool kid."

"Hey no worries," I replied.  "I'm always nice!"

I grinned at Ian, and looked up at the now arrived Karl.

"Hey Karl, what's going on?" Harry asked.

"Nothing,"

he shrugged.  "Just needed to get away from them for a bit."

Oh...trouble??  I thought I'd better introduce myself anyway.

"Hey Karl, I'm Andy," I said, raising a hand.

He looked at me, holding my gaze almost like I was in a trance for a few
moments.  It was almost like he was looking into my soul.  I gave him a
weak smile, and was pleased when his frown changed into a small smile of
his own.

"Hey,"

he said simply, shaking my hand.

"So what are they doing now?" Dylan asked him.

I could see Karl deciding on what to answer.

"Um, maybe Karl doesn't want to say anything as he's only just met me?" I
said, giving Karl a get out.  "If it's private, then I'm not sure he should
say."

Ian gave me an approving smile, and motioned to Karl and they got up and
walked a short distance away.

"Maybe he wouldn't eat the banana today," Daimon suddenly said, and made a
bobbing motion on his, in imitation of a blow job.

I was a bit shocked that firstly Daimon would know about blow jobs, and
secondly, had he just outed Karl to me?  My second thought was somewhat
confirmed when three different fists found various parts of Daimon's arms
in retribution.

"OWWW! What was that for?" Daimon whined.

"You fucking know what mophead!" Harry said.  "You don't go saying stuff
like that about people in front of others."

"Why not?

Andy will be okay about it," he countered.  "I mean, he's gay as well."

I sprayed my mouthful of water that I had just taken, showering Pete in the
process.

"What do you mean?" I demanded.  "What makes you think I'm gay?"

Daimon gve me a long look and rolled his eyes at me in a way that belied
his young age.

"You got a stiffy when you looked at my ass earlier, and you kept getting
one whenever you had your hands on me," the eleven year old demon child
said, giggling as he did.

I felt my face burn up immediately, as to be honest, everything he said had
been true.  Pete saw this and guessed that Daimon wasn't far from the truth
and scooted over to put his arm around me.

"Look Andy, ignore mophead here," he said, trying to put me at ease.  "If
you are gay, so what.  If you're not, we'll let you take first smack when
we pull down his shorts as punishment!"

Daimon gave a squeak and sprang to his feet, before being tripped by Harry,
who wrestled him to the ground.

"Lemme go, lemme go," Daimon begged out. "No spanking, you know I don't
like that."

I looked at his fearful face and decided to trust what Pete had said, and
also the fact that Ian was okay with it, I didn't think he would be friends
with a group of homphobes.

"You can let him up," I said quietly.  "He's right.  I hope that's okay
with you guys."

Harry opened his mouth in astonishment, and Daimon having taken advantage
and wriggled free, ran over to me and jumped on me, wrapping his legs and
arms around me.

"I knew it, I knew it," the fuzzy haired boy said, before planting a kiss
right on my mouth.

Stunned it took me a few moments to react, before I pulled away from him.

"Fuck sake mophead," Ryan started to complain.  "You can't out a guy then
jump his bones in the middle of a park!"

"STOP CALLING ME MOPHEAD!" Daimon cried.  I could see him holding back
tears, so I pulled him back into me.

"It's okay Daimon, honestly," I soothed him.  "I like your hair like it
is."

I rubbed his back a couple of times and was rewarded with a smile of
stunning brilliance.  Perfect white teeth shined even brighter because of
his half cast skin.

"Well if you didn't guess, Daimon thinks he is gay as well," Pete said.

"Uh uh!!" came from Daimon's mouth, now buried on my shoulder.  "I KNOW!
Otherwise why would I have let Dylan do me?"

That brought me back to the moment, having been getting lost in the feeling
of holding the smaller boy.  I looked over at the older boy, who was now
blushing furiously himself.

"Um, look, it was just a bit of fun and messing around ok," the brown
haired boy stuttered out.  "I've got a girlfriend now."

Fortunately Ian and Karl happened to walk back to us at this point, which
stopped the conversation in it's tracks.  Ian took at glance at Daimon
curled around my body, and gave a brief smile.

"Look guys, its getting close to lunch, and Karl is gonna come back mine,"
Ian announced.  "I'll ring round later to see if anyone's out."

A round of see yas and byes followed, and as I said mine, Karl's eyes met
mine again.  I saw a faint smile hover on his lips, but still, his eyes had
a hidden pain behind them, I was sure.  I was going to have to find out
what was up at some stage otherwise it would bug the hell out of me, but as
I looked around, I could see the others also getting up and making
arrangements to split up.

"Andy, do you want to come back to mine?" a bubbly Daimon asked.  There was
no chance I could say no to the excitable bundle of boy, so with a nod, I
was rewarded with a high five.

"Andy, we'll be back out at around 4pm, if he hasn't worn you out!" Dylan
laughed, which earned a scowl from Daimon.

"I just wanna hang with him is all," the younger boy whined.

"I know pipsqueak," Dylan grinned at him, ruffling his hair, making a big
show of wiping off his hand afterwards.  "Jeez Dai, how much stuff you got
in there?"

Daimon smirked as he gave the older boy the finger.

"Um, so guess I'll see you guys later?" I asked, unsure of what was
happening.

"Yeah, we're just gonna meet back here, chill and see what else happens,"
Ryan informed me.

"Kewl..see you later then," I replied, as Daimon took hold of my arm to
drag me in the opposite direction to the rest of them.

I could tell that he was bursting to say something, but worried about what
it was, I preempted him by saying we'll talk more in private.  I offered to
buy him an ice cream from Tescos, wanting one myself, which brought a nod
of approval from him.  We wondered in and he led me straight to the back of
the store where the frozen products were stored and pulled open one of the
doors.  He leaned in and grabbed a chocolate magnum.  As I love the
chocolate covered ice cream lolly myself, I picked one for myself and we
headed to the counter.  The queue was pretty big so Daimon pushed me past
it and I saw a couple of self service tills which I thought was a cool
idea.  I scanned the two lollies and put my money in the slot.  A wicked
thought crossed my mind as I suddenly had visions of putting something into
Daimon's little slot!  I felt myself get hard for the umpteenth time as I
thought of his fit little body.

"What?"

I asked to him, as I turned to hand him his ice cream but he just flashed
me a grin and nodded to my lower regions.  Oh crap, I was tenting!  "Shut
up!"

I said, pushing him in front of me to try to hide my problem from view.

We slowly ate the magnums as Daimon led me down a couple of streets and
finally stopped outside a blue door in the middle of two shops.  I looked a
little confused until he took a keyring out of his pocket and there was a
key and a grey plastic thing on it.  He held the plastic thing upto a metal
box on the wall, and I heard a buzzing noise.  Daimon pushed the door open
and we were in a small hallway leading to a flight of stairs.

"Me and Mom live in an apartment," Daimon said as way on answering my
obvious question.

"Oh, cool," I replied.

We took the stairs a couple at a time, and after an eternity of climbing,
well two floors anyway, we arrived at his front door which he promtly
opened and we went in.

"Mom will be down the pub with Dave so we've got ages before they'll come
back," he announced as he led me through a smaller hallway into the lounge
which also had the kitchen attached to it.  There was magazines and papers
scattered across the room.  Half filled ashtrays littered the table and a
few cans were knocked over on the floor.  Without sounding rude, it looked
a mess.

"Want a coke?" he asked.

"Sure, you got any diet?" I replied.

"Noway!"

he grimaced.  "Horrible stuff!"

He led me to the kitchen area and I saw at least three days of dirty dishes
in the sink and on the side.  I tried to hide my expression at the mess,
and must have succeeded as Daimon opened the fridge and pulled out two cans
of Tescos own brand coke.  Without meaning to, I had managed to have a
glance inside and saw that it was devoid of food, having just some beer and
sodas inside.

"Come on, lets go my room," he announced, and he grabbed my hand to pull me
back into the small corridor and into one of the rooms, which was fairly
small.  There was just enough room for a single bed, a wardrobe and chest
of drawers and a table which had a small portable tv with a PS2.  Again,
the place was like a pigsty.  Clothes were scattered all over the floor, I
saw at least two more plates that had dried food on them, which obviously
had been there more than a day.  A couple of posters of Birmingham City
adorned the walls.  Daimon sat on his bed and told me to do the same.  I
did, watching where I walked first.

"Go on then Daimon, ask me what you wanted to," I said to him.

"So are you really gay or just playing like Dylan was?" he asked me.

"I dunno really yet," I admitted.  "But at the moment, I don't find girls
sexy but I do find boys and men."

Why was I opening up to this boy I had only met the day before???

"Kewl,"

was all Daimon said, as his smile returned to his face.  "I really like
boys as well."

"Well at the moment, you may be too young to know for sure," I started,
trying to remember the conversation that my Dad had with me when I first
came out to him.

"Uh uh," was his reply.  "Can I kiss you?"

WOW!  Maybe this isn't a good idea Andy.  His parents could come back at
any time despite what he said, and to be caught kissing a boy three years
younger wouldn't be good.  As I was trying to formulate a response that
wouldn't hurt his feelings, I had obviously taken too long and he leaned
into me and he touched his lips to mine.  All rational thought left my mind
and I found myself pulling the boy on top of me as I laid backed onto his
bed.  I opened my mouth at his tongue's urging and I found myself kissing a
boy properly for the first ever time.  My hands moved down his shirt and
got underneath the cotton material and I felt his smooth skin.  I got
harder than I ever had been before as his hands followed my example.  I
moaned as he ran his small hands up my chest and he grazed his fingers over
my nipples.  That nearly sent me over the edge, and I grabbed his small,
firm bottom and pulled him into me, created friction between our bodies.  I
humped myself upwards and started to shudder as the pleasure of orgasm
started to take over my body.

"NNNoooo!!"

I heard Daimon screech, as he got himself out of my grasp and lifted
himself off me.

Confused and scared that I had gone too far, I looked down at him, only to
see him scooting around on the bed and he grabbed my shorts.  With a single
yank, he had me naked from the waist down and in one motion, swallowed my
six inches into his mouth.  I bucked at the feeling of his warm mouth, and
as he sealed his lips around my shaft, I felt myself shoot for the first
time.  I tried to warn him, but couldn't get the words to become
comprehensible.  Shot after shot of my cum filled Daimon's mouth and as the
last spurt dribbled itself out of my dick, I slumped back onto the bed.

"You taste really great Andy," Daimon said with a smile, as he licked
around his lips, catching the couple of drops that had escaped his oral
vacuum.  He moved up the bed and laid on top of me again, kissing me once
more.  I thought I could taste my cum in his mouth, which I wasn't sure if
I liked or not, but as he had just given me my first ever blow job, there
was no way I wasn't gonna give him what he wanted.

"Daimon, that was amazing," I gushed to him, getting his now trademark
grin.

"See, told you I was gay!" he chirped at me, taking my hand and moving it
down his body, settling it on his shorts, where I could feel his stiffness
through the material.

I looked at him and saw a need in his eyes.  Now I've never got a boy
naked, in a room, that has wanted to do anything sexual with me before, and
I've only ever seen stuff on the internet, which obviously isn't the same
as doing it yourself in real life.  I mean, you can watch Cristiano Ronaldo
do his tricks over and over, but does that mean you can do it?

"Look Daimon, I've never, um, like, done anything before," I stuttered out.

"It's kewl Andy," Daimon said.  "If you don't wanna do me back, it's kewl."

"NO! I want to, I'm just, well, I've never done it before and I don't wanna
mess up."

I admitted.

"Don't worry bout that Andy, I'll tell you how to start, and I bet you get
it straight away!" he said, reassuring me.

I nodded at him, and pushed myself up and moved down the bed.  This was it,
I was gonna see my first proper naked dick, showers not counting!  I gave
Daimon a feel through his shorts and got a nice moan from him.  I gripped
the sides of his shorts and with Daimon lifting his bottom off the bed, I
gave them a tug and they came down to his knees.  I gazed at the boy in
front of me, now just clad in his briefs, having removed his top himself.
He certainly looked like he had a nice size inside his briefs.  I did
notice that they weren't necessarily in the best condition, but I didn't
care about that at the moment.  I leaned in and smelled him through the
cotton, which got a slight laugh from him.

"No-one's ever just smelled me there before," Daimon giggled.

"I just want to experience all of you," I replied, but in my head thinking
I may be a bit weird for wanting to smell him.

I eased his briefs down and gasped as his little erect member came into
view.  He was totally hairless, as I would have expected, but his dick
looked like it was hard as iron.  I'm guessing it must have been about the
length of my little finger, and his balls were nice and small as well,
tucked up tight against his body.

"Take it in your fingers and lick up and down at first," he instructed.

I did as he asked and was rewarded with a tangy taste.  Nothing nasty, just
what I guess I should have expected after we had been playing hard rugby
for the previous couple of hours.  I took a gamble with myself and left his
cock alone for a moment and moved my tongue onto his balls.  I licked,
kissed and sucked them like I had seen online.  I guess I was doing a good
job cos Daimon's moans turned louder.

"Finish me Andy, pleeeeeeeease," he begged me.

I moved my mouth back onto his dick and easily engulfed it all in one go.
I couldn't believe how a piece of flesh that doesn't have any proper bone
within it could be so hard.  Hey I do biology!!  I know my human anatomy!!
And I have studied the male penis in great detail!!  I bobbed up and down
on it, trying to do what I had seen and also what the little guy had done
to me.  Daimon's moans increased in quantity and he started to grunt and
force his dick into my mouth in a fucking motion.  He gripped my head and I
let him ride his orgasm as I felt his cock quiver and try to shoot sperm
that wasn't yet in his balls.

He squeaked one last time and let my head go and flopped back.  I moved my
body up to be on a level with his and kissed him briefly on the lips before
laying beside him.  He turned into me, moving an arm and one of his legs
over my body, snuggling his head onto my shoulder.

I could feel myself begin to doze and thought I really shouldn't but when I
heard a slight snore from Daimon's mouth and looked at him, I saw an angel
lying cuddled to me and thought to myself whether there was any place I
would rather be.


To be continued!!


This is my first attempt at writing.  Hope you enjoyed it.

Andy.

Please be aware that this story is in the Adult Youth section for a reason.
It just may take Andy some time to get there!!

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