Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 15:36:52 +0000
From: RiCkY !!~!~ <ricky_g_14@hotmail.com>
Subject: dream called reality/chapter 6

Johnny and I spoke for a couple hours. No special topic or anything; we just
spoke about whatever came to mind really. Talking to Johnny was far from
boring no matter what we were talking about. He found a humorous side to
anything and always managed to make me laugh. He sounded like the nicest guy
a person could ever be friends with; I was glad he let me be one of them.
Well actually, he wanted me to be more than just a friend, and I didn't mind
that one bit.

   Before I was ready to get off the computer and get moving to my tutoring
lesson, Johnny reminded me about our first meeting. I told him there was no
way I could have forgotten, and then we signed off. I was extremely excited
about meeting him; I couldn't wait! As I got off my chair and began to walk
out of my room, Nick walked in. Thankfully this time, I wasn't doing
anything private.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked as he came in, searching for something.

"Okay, I guess, but I gotta go" I said as I reached for my school bag and
headed out the door.

"Yo, where ya goin'?"

"Just out..." I replied.

"whatever," he muttered as I walked away. Just another example of when Nick
pretends to care but really doesn't give a crap. Which is cool though, I
hate explaining myself.

  As I headed out of the house to Andy's, I tried not to be caught by my
mother. Not that she wouldn't let me go out or anything, but then I may have
to start answering those questions she's dying to get out of me. Where? Why?
How? (You get the idea). Before passing the kitchen, I peeked through
noticing my mother peeling potato's. This was my chance to tiptoe my way
out. I slowly and gently made my way across the room trying not to make a
sound. I had just a couple more steps before I was home-free when the stupid
phone decided to ring. My mother turned around to check the caller Id and in
the process, noticed me trying to sneak away. She gave me a suspicious look
as I stood there with a little smile.

"You don't go anywhere young man," she warned as she looked at the caller
id. "Oh...it's your father. Pick it up"

"Just let it ring mom"

"Ricky, I know you don't like him. None of us do, but if you don't pick it
up now, he'll keep calling until we get fed up and decided to change our
number"

"I don't see what's wrong with doing it even now," I replied as I went to
grab the receiver. "Hello?"

"Jimmy my boy! How ya doin'?" He answered enthusiastically.

"Dad...no sorry, Tom. Who's Jimmy?" I asked sounded a little annoyed.

"Don't be fuckin stupid Jimmy! You're my son. I helped give birth to you
dammit!" He said with a fire in his voice. He sounded really pissed, but I
knew why. It was obvious right when I answered the phone.

"Tom, you're drunk. If you ever wanna talk to any of your sons, which none
of them are named Jimmy might I add, you'll smarten up old man and learn how
to be a father," I said as calmly as I could and then closed the phone.

  My mother looked at me for a second, then went pack to peeling her
potatoes. You'd think she'd be curious about what he said, but it was a
common ritual at our house. Tom would call, let the booze talk crap, then
get the phone closed on him. He'd do this about once a month; usually when
his girlfriend, a plane attendant, was out of town and he was at home with
nothing better to do but drink.

  My parents got divorced 2 years ago near Christmas time (I know, what a
Christmas huh?). Well, it was probably the best Christmas present anyone at
my house could have gotten. My father hadn't always been an alcoholic. I
remember him when I was 10 and always being encouraging in all that his sons
did. Nick and I really loved him then; he seemed like the best father anyone
could ever ask for. However, that perspective changed when we reached 11
years old. That was when he first had gotten himself drunk and decided to
beat on us.

  See, my father never went overboard with the alcohol, but when he had met
this woman at his work, (who was a heavy alcoholic and coke addict), he
started drinking more heavily. He would pretend to going out bowling or go
to a friend's house for poker night, but really would be meeting up with
this chick to get high. I, 'nor anybody else in my family, knew about this
woman until after my parent's divorce when the woman, who didn't know she
had broken up a family, came to apologize. Although messing up her life with
bad habits, she was a nice woman. She told us how they had met and stuff
like that (well, she told my mother. When my mother felt we were old enough
to handle the truth, she passed the info on to us). Having booze and smoking
a few joints doesn't seem like a major deal right? Well, maybe it wasn't,
but fucking her sure was. And that's what they were doing. Actually, when
the woman came to apologize, she was already a few months pregnant. I've
never seen the child yet, but my sympathy's go out to him or her. Oh, and
the girlfriend he has now isn't the same woman by the way. Yep...that's my
father for you.

  Whenever my father did call, although it was a ritual thing, my mother
would always be sad. You'd think she'd be over it by now and move on. Like,
it's been 2 years! But she really loved the man. They had met in grade
school and were always great friends. So, at this time, I didn't have to
worry about being shoved questions about where I was going. I gave my mother
a little kiss on the cheek and walked out of the house.

   I knocked on Andy's door and after the first knock the door opened.
Andy's mother, or so I figured she was at the time, stood at the door with a
greeting smile.

"Hi there," she said.

  She looked very friendly and young. 'Probably had Andy early or something'
I thought to myself. The scent of cookies invaded my nose as the door opened
and the radio could be heard at a moderate volume. It sounded like rock
music from where I was standing, which was pretty cool for a mother to be
listening to. My mother's more into opera music; not exactly the hippest
kind of music out there.

"Hi ma'am. Is Andy home?" I asked politely.

"He's in the backyard right now shootin' some hoops. You can go from the
side fence," she replied.

  Now I knew this was a cool mom! Not many mothers I know call basketball
'shootin' hoops'. I think I may like this one. But don't get me wrong; I
love my mother very much and I wouldn't trade her for the world. That
doesn't mean I wouldn't like her to be a little different though.

"Thank you" I replied.

"No problem hun. Here, take a cookie."

  She put a plate of freshly made cookies in my face and allowed me to pick
one. I grabbed the biggest one I found and made my way to the backyard. I
took a bite out of the warm cookie and spit it out just as fast as it went
it. She may be cool mother, but she sure as hell can't bake. I threw the
cookie away and opened the side of the fence. The sight I was about to see
next was unbelievable. There Andy stood, bare-chested with a pair of jeans
and a baseball cap on. He looked so smooth, so hot, so perfect.

"You're balls are showin!" I yelled as he was about to shoot the ball. It
caused him to lose his concentration and the ball went way over the net and
over in the neighbours backyard.

  He couldn't help but laugh which caused me to laugh myself.

"You wish they were showin' dude"

"You know it," I replied with a giggle.

"So you ready for your first tutoring lesson?"

"I think so sir"

  He let out a little giggle himself and told me to follow him inside the
house. The cookie scent was still there and the radio was still playing rock
music, Red Hot Chilli Peppers to be exact. Andy's mother saw us enter the
house and offered me another cookie.

"Oh..no thank you ma'am," I replied "They were delicious though"

"Well, glad you liked them hun. See Andy, you're friend knows good food when
he tastes it"

"Okay mom.. we're going upstairs to do some homework," Andy said to her.

"Sure honey," she replied.

  Andy grabbed his school bag from his front door and guided me upstairs to
his bedroom. His room looked the same way I saw it yesterday.

"You actually liked her cookies?" He asked surprised.

"You kidding? Practically the whole cookie is sitting in your garbage can
outside"

  He laughed a bit and opened the history book. He read important facts for
me in the book and tested me on what he read. I guess he just wanted to know
whether or not I was paying much attention to him at all. Well, I assure
you, I was paying A LOT of attention to him but not exactly listening to
him. It was so hard to concentrate! He's so damn good looking and I knew he
was gay. I had other things going through my mind then worrying about what
happened during World War I, geez.

"You're not listening are you?" he asked suspiciously

"Heheh...how'd you know?"

"Well, you got 2 out of the 20 questions right. I just took a wild guess."

"I'm trying. It's just I can'..."

  I tried to finish my sentence, but Andy wouldn't let me. He leaned forward
and planted a kiss on my lips. It was a sweet, short little kiss. He moved
back a little and waited for a reaction from me. I just stared into his eyes
and smiled. He got the idea that I liked it and he leaned forward again.
This time though, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I've never kissed
anyone like that before, so I was kind of worried whether or not I was doing
it right. I tried to just go with the flow and not think too much. It
actually worked and I was enjoying it big time!

  As we got more into it, he signaled me to shut the door and lock it. I got
up and locked the door, while he pushed all our books away. I walked back
towards Andy and sat in front of him. Both of us knew we wanted to do it,
but neither of us knew how to start. We were just looking at each other and
biting our lips gently, hoping the other person would be able to start.

"nothing's happening," Andy whispered

"I'm noticing," I said with a slight smile.
"Oh....what the hell," he said as he reached for me.

  He slowly grabbed my shirt and lifted it over my head. His shirt was
already off so his smooth chest was already fully revealed to me. He leaned
forward again and placed his lips onto mine. We kissed for awhile until he
decided to move away from my lips and gently push me onto my back. As I lay
there, he made his way down my body, softly kissing me. When he had made his
way down to my jeans, he unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper slowly,
while still kissing around my belly button. He then grabbed hold of my jeans
and pulled them off, showing off my white Tommy boxers. He placed his hand
over my crotch area and rubbed it gently. Almost instantly, my cock rose to
action and a bulge was visible. Andy turned to me and flashed me an excited
smile.

"Do you know what you're doin?" I asked curiously

"Umm.. I think so. I'm tryin' to imitate a porno scene. Don't ruin my
concentration," he replied smiling.

  I giggled a bit and let him go back to pleasuring me. He pulled down my
boxers and unleashed my rod. He wrapped it around his hand for a while and
started to pump me slowly. I started moaning softly and desperately waited
before he would place my eager tool in his mouth. I didn't have to wait long
though before he licked his lips and engulfed my dick. It felt unbelievable!
The way he maneuvered it in his mouth brought me to cloud nine. I moaned a
little more now, loving every minute of this attention. For someone who's
never given head before, Andy was amazing. He kept a stable momentum for the
most part, but as he started to realize I was getting close, he sped up. My
legs began to get weak and my moaning became heavy. I warned him I was about
to shoot so he'd move away, but he wouldn't. He just kept at it until I
couldn't take it anymore. I shot load after load of hot cum into his mouth
and he took it all.

  As I rested a couple minutes to catch my breath, Andy sat there kissing my
body. I still couldn't believe this was happening. When he had first moved
in, I wondered like crazy whether or not he was gay. To think, I could have
had him earlier, but I guess things happen for a reason. I'm just glad he's
gay and that's all that matters.

   When it was his turn to receive what I had, he got off the floor and
stood up. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. He was wearing black
briefs that outlined his bulge perfectly. I took out his cock and placed it
in my mouth. I tried my best to do exactly what he did to me. I really
wanted to make him experience what he allowed me to. I felt I succeeded when
he warned me he was about to shoot. His moans started to get wilder, and he
seemed to barely be able to stand up. With one last moan, he squirted his
juices in my mouth as I tried to, like him, to take it all. Thankfully, I
managed to do the same and felt good about it.

  He collapse on the bed and tried to catch his breath. I smiled at him and
went to lie down next to him.

"How was it?" he asked, breathing heavily.
"Andy, it was so good the neighbors are in need of a cigarette."

  We both laughed at that and kissed each other again. I checked the clock
he had in his room. I figured it was time I should be going and got myself
dressed. Andy did the same and helped me pack my school stuff back in my
bag. He walked me to the door as I said bye to his mother.

"You gonna call me later?" he asked.

"If you want me to," I replied with a shrug.

"You better," Andy warned with a faint smile.

  I waved him a goodbye and walked out of the house. As I walked back home,
I started thinking about my feelings. For the first time, I think I was in
love, and it felt really good. I probably don't know what love is, since I'm
young and never really been in love, or believed in it for that matter. But
when I think about Andy, I'd get a strange feeling in my stomach. My heart
would begin to pound harder, and my hands would begin to sweat. Whatever
that emotion was that I was  feeling, it was nice and I didn't want to lose
it.