Date: Wed, 12 May 1999 04:39:28 EDT
From: Jay
Subject: 'The Note' ( BB con oral )

     All usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction and no
resemblance to anyone living or dead is intended or implied.  Please do not
read this if it is not legal to do so where you are.


     "God I hate this class." an exasperated Andy mumbled under his breath.
He dared not raise his voice even on decible for mortal feat of the 'Leper',
a not too endearing nickname of his math teacher Mr. Lepewisch.  No one
knew, much leass cared about the names origin.  Everybody called him that.
Impatiently Andy glanced at the clock again and realized that only two 
minutes had passed in the eternity since the last time he checked the clock.
But there was only four minutes left in ht period and the end of the
school week  That thought alone filled Andy with a giddiness that set
his legs bouncing.  The boy sat forward and feigning interest in the subject
of lecture, he would have easily passed as being attentive had he not 
already packed his books.  The Leper bellowed, "Mr. Phillips, you will see
me after class."

	"O geez", he moaned and slumped back into his seat, crossing his arms.
With an audible sigh he remained seated as he watched the horde of peers 
bustle out of the classroom door to the ringing of the bell.

	"Mr. Phillips, you will remain with me for the duration of one
quarter hour in an attempt to acquire an appreciation for patience and
while doing so I suggest you unpack your text and turn to page 103 to
complete the practice problems contained thereon."

	"I can't believe this.  Who the fuck do you think you are you big
asshole?  Maybe I don't feel like staying here, much less doing any fucking
practice problems.  How 'bout I come up there and kick your fucking ass?"
All those thoughts played their way through Andy's mind in the time that it
took him to say, "Yes Mr. Lepewisch."

	Finally freed from the Leper, Andy quickly made his way down the hall
and around the corner toward the boys' gym.  He found the locker just
outside the double doors leading into the basketball court and slid the note
through the vent in the locker door.  "Maybe it was a good thing that fuck
kept me after class," thought Andy.  He giggled with the thought of being
caught red-handed.  Now more serious and aware of the ramifications of
being found out, he turned and bolted through the glass doors and into the 
busy parking lot of F. L. Parker Senior High School.

	"What up fags?  You fuckers ready to get your asses whooped?"

	"Fuck you, Carl," yelled Andy from the other side of the asphalt
basketball court.  "Just pick your team and we'll go right here."  Both
boys were smiling and equally playful.  Not wanting to waste any more
daylight, both captains quickly picked their teams and continued the rough
and tumble, never ending, 'Tournament of Champions'.

	One by one the boys dropped out of the game with each leaving for the
same reason; "My mom's got the food out by now," they would yell over their
shoulder as they scampered to their bicycles and pedaled home.  None 
wanted to ride in the dark by themselves ut to ask them why they would likely
cite hunger rather than fear as their motivation.  As the sun faded over the 
trees at Webber's Park the remaining boys finally allowed themselves to catch
their breath.  Flopping down on the grass they sat silent for a few minutes.

	"Hey Cor, watcha doin' tomorrow?  You goin' to the freshman 
football game?" asked Carl.

	"Yeah, I might," sighed Cory, the impact of the tournament finally
catching up with him.  "I don't know yet though.  Andy, You going?"

	"Probably," said Andy.

	"Yeah he's going.  He goes anywhere Cheryl goes and I know she'll be 
there," Carl said.

	"Shut the fuck up, Carl," Andy said.  "Just because you like her, 
don't think
everybody else does too."

	"Whatever Man.  I just know I've seen you looking at her tits all the 
time."

	"You can't help but look at 'em," Cory butted in.  "They are so 
fucking huge."

	The three boys burst into laughter as each drew a mental picture of
Cheryl's breasts which were indeed the size of two soccer balls.

	"I'll take a large onion ring too."  Andy finished ordering his
food at Patsy's Diner.  After the football game, he and Cory had rode their
bicycles there with the hope of meeting up with Carl and some of his
friends.

	"Man I gotta take a leak.  I'll be right back," said Cory as he
trotted to the men's room.

	Andy grabbed the tray, and careful not to spill the drinks, slowly
walked to the empty booth.  Just as he sat down the front door of Patsy's
flew open and in walked Austin.  Andy could feel his heart beat faster as
he watched Austin just stand there and look about the room.  Finally,
inevitably his gaze landed on Andy who was desperately trying to
concentrate on just breathing normally.  Austin walked straight for Andy's
table and put his hands on it, leaning forward into Andy's space.  The
boys' faces were only inches apart.  To say Andy was nervous would be true.
To say he was extremely nervous would be accurate.  For a full minute
Austin said nothing, simply looking at Andy directly in the eyes.  Andy
couldn't look back.  He picked at his food wishing he could disappear.  He
wasn't sure what the visit was about, but it was strange.

	"I got your note yesterday," Austin whispered calmly.

	Andy simply closed his eyes feeling his face get hotter as Austin
stared at him.  "What note?"  Andy stammered.

	"Don't deny it Dude.  I saw you put it in my locker."

	"But...."

	"But nothing.  Tonight, meet me by yourself under the train
crossing off Juniper Street and you better be alone.  We're gonna take care
of this."

	The last sentence Austin said over his shoulder as he strutted out 
the door.

	"Dude, what's up with you?" asked Cory.  He had just come out of the
bathroom to find a pale quiet Andy.  Cold sweat beaded Andy's forehead and
he was shaking.

	"Andy, you OK?" Cory asked with a tone of worry.

	"Yeah.  Yeah, I'm fine.  I gotta go."

	"But you haven't eaten yet."

	"Dude, I just gotta go," Andy said as he walked out the door
leaving a confused but still hungry Cory to wonder what just happened.


	As he trudged the half mile to the tracks, Andy wondered to himself
how Austin could have possibly seen him drop the note.  "I know nobody was
around," he kept repeating.  "I just know it."

	With the lights from the city dimming behind him, Andy began thinking
of just how he would handle Austin.  He'd been in fights before, but they
were way back in grade school and didn't really consist of much more 
than one boy pushing the other.  Usually a teacher would be there before
actual punches were thrown.  There likely would be no teachers, or any one
else for that matter, under the train trestle.  "I hope nobody else is there,"
he said aloud.  He know he had a slight chance of defending himself 
against Austin, but not a whole group of Austin's friends.

	Andy make the left onto Juniper Street and began to slow his pace.
He could see the outline of the tracks backlit by a single street lamp some
200 yards behind it.  He didn't see Austin.  Andy thought, "Maybe if he
ain't here I can leave but still say I showed up."  Then, "What the fuck 
did I do?"

	Just as he walked under the tracks he heard squealing tires as the car
turned onto Juniper Street.  For an instant Andy pictured the car running 
over him.  Surely Austin didn't want to kill him, he hoped.  The car 
swerved to the right and parked just in front of Andy.  Though definitely
afraid, Andy was determined to not let it show.  He started to sweat and
his body tensed in anticipation of the forthcoming beating.  He braced
himself as Austin got out of the car.  "Thank God he's alone," 
Andy whispered.

	"What?" Austin asked.

	Stammering, Andy said, "I didn't think you'd be alone."

	Austin dismissed the statement and held up a piece of paper that Andy
recognized as the one he slyly placed in Austin's locker.  Andy closed his 
eyes and began shaking involuntarily, his body wracked with runaway nerves. 
 Austin, the older and bigger of the two boys, asked simply, "Do you want to
do these things to me?"

	Andy, realizing there was no way to get out of the horrible
situation, could only nod his head.  Austin, not totally convinced, asked
again.  This time he was more precise with his tone.  "YOU want to do THAT
to ME?"

	"Yes," was all that Andy could say.

	"Let me tell you something," Austin began.  "Putting this note in
my locker was about the stupidest thing you could'a ever done."

	"I didn't think you would know it was me," Andy said.  He opened
his eyes and relaxed slightly since Austin didn't look like he was ready to
start pummeling.

	"That's the whole point, Dude.  If I hadn't seen you putting this
in my locker, how the fuck would I have known it was you?"

	Andy, not fully understanding Austin's statement, only stared at him. 
 What he saw was the object of his desires for fully two years.  "So...so
what you're telling me is you're not pissed?" asked Andy.

	"Of course not.  Why would I be pissed, Dude?"

	"Then you're not about to kick my ass?"

	"Umm ... let me think for a minute," Austin mocked.  "No."

	By now he was smiling and Andy felt the adrenaline dump from his
system.  A huge weight had been lifted directly off him.  Still confused he
asked, "So why you here?"

	"To get some head I guess.  Says right here, 'I want to suck your
cock until it chokes the air out of me.  I want to feel the hot spray of
cum shoot down my throat', et cetera," Austin quoted from the note.

	Once again Andy flushed with embarrassment.  But the embarrassment 
soon gave way to excitement as he immediately felt the swelling in his crotch.
He automatically glanced between Austin's legs and saw the familiar bulge
he had secretly stared at as often as he could for the last two years.  The
tall blond haired boy stepped up to Andy and said, "Come on, Dude.  This
is what you want and I could really use a good blow job."

	Andy looked into Austin's green eyes.  Austin was at least six
inches taller than Andy and at 160 pounds, he was 40 pounds heavier.  Andy
looked down again and stared at the embroidered patch on Austin's jacket,
the same jacket Andy had secretly wanted to wear since he first saw Austin
wearing it at the basketball game last year.  Austin took Andy's wrist in
his hand and as he pressed it against his crotch, Austin closed his eyes
and whispered, "Dude, don't chicken out now.  This is your chance."

	"But I don't know.  I've never...."

	"So what?  Just put it in your mouth.  It'll come naturally."

	Andy grinned at the pun and looked at his hand, impressed to see that
it was massaging Austin's crotch.  "See," Austin said.  "You're a natural."
He had placed his hands on Andy's shoulders.

	"His hands are so huge," Andy thought.  Austin could almost touch his
fingers around Andy's neck.  Andy felt Austin forcing him down.  Within
seconds his face was only inches from Austin's bulge.  An instant later his
nose and mouth were pressed against the fabric of Austin's Levi's.  Andy
could taste the metal of the button as Austin's paw held him tight, forcing
his lips apart.  It tasted like a penny.

	The smell of Austin's crotch was intense.  It smelled like Austin;
shampoo, fabric softener, and a not too subtle hint of Tommy cologne, but
it was also mixed with the acrid smells of piss and sweat.  Andy was
completely intox- icated by the aroma and heat permeating through the
denim.  Grabbing Austin's thighs, Andy rubbed the bulge with his mouth and
chin.  He traced the long tube with his nose as it curved down Austin's
left thigh.  Finding the head of Austin's dick, Andy lustfully chewed it
and sucked as if trying to pull it through the fabric.  Andy's actions
brought an audible groan from Austin as he threw his head back in ecstasy.
"Yeah, Dude.  Eat it.  Oh Yeah.  Fuck Dude, take it out.  Put it in your
mouth!"

	Andy fought with the buttons of Austin's 501's.  They seemed to
come alive in his fumbling fingers, bent on keeping them from entering
their secured area.  The battle was over quickly as one by one they gave
way to Andy's lust, revealing the contents of his desire.  With one deft
movement Andy rescued Austin's dick from the tight briefs.  "Suck it, Dude.
Please suck it," Austin said.

     Andy had no time for second thoughts as Austin first pulled Andy's
head back by his hair, allowing his dick to align perfectly with Andy's
mouth and then without any warning, lunged his hips forward.  Instinctively
Andy opened his mouth as wide as he could just as Austin's engorged head
plunged down Andy's throat, the veiny shaft stretching his mouth further.
Andy panicked.  He just knew Austin's cock was bound to suffocate him.  He
couldn't breathe as he felt the black pubic hairs scratching and tickling
his nose and lips.  Just as he felt the cock bottom out he gagged, his eyes
tearing and his stomach retching.  Without hesitation he pulled back and
caught his breath.  "Sorry, Dude," Austin apologized, but just as quickly
rammed his dick back into Andy's mouth, this time only a few inches at
first.

	Andy quickly got used to the feel of Austin's dick in his mouth.
Austin was eagerly pushing and pulling in and out of Andy's stretched lips.
It didn't take long before Andy was completely swallowing Austin, his balls
slapping under Andy's chin.  Austin continued to groan as he twisted his
fingers through Andy's brown hair.  "Oh yeah, Dude.  I knew you'd be a
natural.  Play with my nuts, Dude."

	Andy reached up and in one swift movement pulled down Austin's
jeans.  He cupped the massive testicles in his left hand and began gently
tugging and twisting them.  Austin groaned and bucked his hips harder,
slamming his pelvis into Andy's face.  With his free hand Andy rubbed
Austin's thighs and ass, relishing their plumpness.  He let a finger roam
to the moist epicenter between the white globes and experimentally pushed
his middle finger through the ring, knuckle deep.

	Austin threw back his head with his eyes shut so tight that tears
were forced from each corner.  Once more he slammed his body into Andy's
face and kept it there, this time as he screamed in pleasure and pain.  He
held Andy's head securely against his crotch as he pumped three globs of
spunk straight into Andy's throat.  Austin pulled half way out and slammed
again even harder as two more spurts coated Andy's gullet.

	Austin's body quivered for a full minute as his softening penis
stayed embedded in Andy's mouth.  Andy had since pulled out his aching cock
and was wildly stroking it.  The sensation of Austin's slimy cock twitching
in his mouth, coupled with the hands rubbing his head sent Andy into and
earth shattering orgasm of his own.  Austin realized it was coming and
automa- tically spread his legs to make room.  Andy's head tilted back as
his hand attacked his dick.  Austin's cock slipped out of Andy's mouth just
as the first shot of Andy's cum arched and landed on the pavement.  With
eyes closed he found Austin's crotch once again and smashed his face into
it, feeling the dick against his forehead and Austin's balls against both
cheeks.  As Austin continued rubbing his hands through Andy's hair, Andy
shot the rest of his load.

	Slowly the sensations of the boys' orgasm ebbed.  Andy, content to 
wallow his face in Austin's crotch for eternity, was saddened when Austin
stepped back and bent down to retrieve his jeans.  As he tried to pull them
up, Andy grabbed Austin's hips and pulled him forward and sucked the limp 
dick into his mouth again.  Austin chuckled and said, "Dude, let it rest for
a while.  There's nothing left."  Andy stood and turning from Austin, shoved 
his spent cock back into his pants.  When he turned back around, Austin
saw the look of hurt and shame on Andy's face.

	"Dude, what's wrong?" asked Austin.

	"Dude," Andy mocked sarcastically.  "Do you even know my name?"

	"Sure.  You're Andy Phillips."

	"How do you know that?"

	"Let's just say I make it a point to know who's stalking me for the
last two years."

	Austin finished tucking first his balls then his dick into his
briefs and slowly buttoned his 501's.  Andy watched as Austin combed his
hair with his fingers and turned toward the car.  Andy also walked toward
the car, but past it.  "Dude, I mean Andy.  Where you going?  I can give
you a ride."

	"No.  That's OK," Andy said, smiling at the offer.  "I only live
about a mile away.  I'll just walk.  You know, not very far.  I--I need to
think about some things," Andy said.

	"Suit yourself," Austin said as he started his car and drove toward
the main road.  Andy watched and Austin slammed on the brakes and the
reverse lights came on.  Slowly Austin backed the car to where Andy was
walking.  Austin handed him the jacket through the window and said smiling,
"Here, put this on.  It's too fucking cold to be walking without a jacket."

	Andy beamed as Austin winked and peeled away throwing chat and dust
in his wake.  He trembled as he inhaled Austin's smell from the fabric of
the jacket.  He licked the collar, tasting Austin's sweat.  Slowly he
placed first one arm, then the other into the sleeves, and buttoned it.  He
savored the warmth of the jacket, knowing the heat was left over from
Austin's body.  As he walked toward town, Andy absentmindedly fingered the
patch as he thought back on the sex he'd just had.  He wondered if he'd
ever have a cock in his mouth again.  "If I never do again," he thought,
"I'll die happy.  That's for sure."  He put his hands into the pockets.
His right hand felt the paper and he took it out, reading it:

	'Andy, parents gone 'til 9pm tomorrow.  Be there at 3.  812 Lofton
Dr.'

	Grinning, Andy clutched the note in his fist and first skipped the
sprinted the rest of the way home.