Date: Wed, 9 Jun 1999 00:09:45 EDT
From: Jay
Subject: 'The Note #2' (BB con oral) 

All usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction and should be read as 
such.  No resemblance to anyone living or dead is intended or implied.  If 
reading about consensual sex between teenaged boys is not legal where you 
are, please do not read any further.  Likewise, if you are not of age to read 
this material, please do not do so.

I wish to thank all who have taken the time to drop me a message after 
posting 'The Note'.  I appreciate all the feedback and now am pleased to 
bring you the next installment.  There were many requests for it.
Enjoy,
Jay


	Andy awoke from a fitful sleep early in the morning.  For an instant 
he was sure that he had only dreamed about sucking Austin's dick, but he 
quickly breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted the jacket draped over the 
foot of his bed.  When he finally made it home last night, he had stayed 
awake for hours with the jacket spread across his naked body while he lay on 
his bed.  He finally nodded off somewhere around 4am, his mind cluttered as 
he tried to recall every detail of having sex with Austin; from the smell of 
Austin's crotch, to the smooth feel of his ass and the taste of his cum.  
Andy rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretching his arms above his head.  He 
shifted out of bed and absentmindedly squeezed his erection, enjoying the 
feel of it as he strained to hold his bladder.  

	After taking his morning shower, Andy quickly dressed and gauged the 
time.  It was only 8:30, over six hours before he could go to Austin's house. 
 He knew the time would pass slowly.  Andy walked into the garage and only 
then realized that he had left his bicycle at Patsy's diner.  Just then his 
mother called for him to answer the telephone.

	"Hello," Andy said.

	"What's up," asked Cory.

	"Not much.  What's up with you?"

	"Nothing.  Where'd you go so fast last night?"

	"I just had something to do," Andy said.

	Cory was not convinced by Andy's reply but did not pursue the matter, 
instead he reminded Andy that he had left his bicycle at Patsy's and Cory had 
it at his house.

	"Thanks, Cor.  Can I come over now and get it?"

	"Yeah sure."

	"I'll be over.  See ya."

	Andy started the ten minute walk to Cory's house.  He felt alive and 
more aware, sensitive even, to his environment.  It was a feeling that 
everything in the world was somehow connected.  Everything seemed to click 
and fall into place.  He noticed things for the first time and his 
surroundings seemed almost surreal.  The sunlight was brighter and more crisp 
than he had ever remembered.  People and animals seemed more animated than 
usual.  Andy spoke to neighbors he never knew existed, making witty remarks 
to them as he strolled by, his head and shoulders erect and aware, his entire 
being feeling weightless, like he was walking on air.  Andy was oblivious to 
how obviously in love he was, and his bliss was easily recognizable to his 
neighbors and just that.


	Cory was sitting on the front porch waiting for Andy.  "What are you 
so happy about?" he asked.

	"Oh, nothing."

	"You coulda fooled me.  You're grinning from ear to ear."

	Andy just looked down at his shoe.  The left one was untied and he 
bent over to tie it.

	"Andy, where'd you go last night?  I mean, first you were all cool at 
the game.  Then at Patsy's you looked like your mom had just caught you 
jackin' off, and now you're walkin' around all happy as shit.  So what's up?"

	"Let's just say I'm feeling good and lovin' life," Andy said.

	"Yeah.  Well, looks more like 'In love' to me."

	Andy glanced up from fiddling with his shoe to see if Cory was 
serious, but Cory was not even looking at him.  Cory stood and together the 
two boys walked behind Cory's house. 

	"You want something to drink," Cory asked.

	"Yeah.  Can I have a coke?"

	"I'll be right back."

	Andy sat in the white plastic patio chair and checked his watch.  
Only 9:15.  "God this day is goin' by slow," he thought to himself.  Andy 
scooted his butt down further in the chair and relaxed his head on the back 
of it.  He looked at the cloudless sky, seeing the tops of green trees frame 
a patch of blue.  Several birds flew across the scene and strangely Andy felt 
akin to them and their obvious freedom.  Slowly he shut his eyes and thought 
of how, just hours ago, he was looking up just as he was then, except he was 
looking at two plump testicles dangling from a massive penis.  In his mind's 
eye he recalled the texture and taste of Austin's cock.  He remembered how 
menacing it looked as it was being driven into his throat.  Andy giggled at 
having choked and almost vomiting when Austin plunged into him for the first 
time.  Yet he also remembered how soft and supple the skin was that shrouded 
the blood engorged staff.  Andy had never felt so relaxed and he stretched 
his legs in front of him, spreading them wide.

	"Dude, what are you all boned up about?  Thinking about them big 
Cheryl titties?" Cory asked.

	Andy opened his eyes to see Cory set two cans of soda on the patio 
table.  He followed Cory's eyes to his crotch and saw the bulge straining 
against his jeans.  When Andy had slid down in the chair, the jeans tightened 
and presented a clear outline of Andy's erection.

	"Just horny I guess," Andy said.

	"Yeah?  Well, be careful.  I don't want you poking my eye out with 
that thing."

	Andy laughed at the joke as he took a sip of his soda.  "If YOU ain't 
careful, I'm liable to poke your ass with it," Andy teased.

	"You wish," Cory said.

	"Shit.  You'd fall in love, and I'd fall asleep," said Andy.

	"Yeah whatever, Loverboy."

	Changing the subject, Cory brought up the previous night's football 
game.  "Did you see that one touchdown when, what's his name ... oh, I 
forget, but you know that one black kid they got on the line?  He crushed 
that pussy quarterback and like ripped the ball outta his hands."

	"Yeah, I saw it.  You're talking about Lorenzo.  I hear he'll be 
varsity next year and the scouts from State are already looking at him," Andy 
said.  He knew exactly who Cory was talking about and Andy's dick twitched.  
He just realized that Lorenzo had caught his eye before and he wondered if a 
black dick would taste any different.  The thought of finding out excited him.

	"I don't know, Man.  He ain't that good," Cory said.

	"Well, I'm sure they are begging for your input," Andy said with a 
touch of sarcasm.

	"Fuck you, and fuck you," Cory said.

	"You'd enjoy it too much," Andy shot back.  He held the can just 
below his lips as he searched Cory's face.  When he saw Cory's brow raise at 
his last comment, Andy decided that he would tone down the double meaning sex 
talk.  He was not sure of what had come over him, but it seemed that he was 
now looking at every boy in his life as a potential sex partner.  Sure he had 
thought of having sex with Cory, but it was always just that, a thought.  Now 
though, Andy felt an overwhelming urge to crawl to Cory on his knees and lick 
Cory from his feet to his ears.  "I'll never risk that," Andy thought as he 
finished the soda, crushing the empty can and belching out the fizz.  Cory 
thought he was being challenged and sat up straight, pulling a long 
reverberating belch of his own deep from within his gut.  Both boys broke 
into and helpless fit of laughter at their own childishness.


	Andy meandered through the neighborhood streets, subconsciously 
making his way toward Austin's house on Lofton Dr.  It was only 2:10 and he 
could not control his nerves.
The mere thought of seeing Austin, let alone having sex with him again, was 
exciting.  Andy began pedaling faster, his mind keeping pace with his feet.  
The faster he worked the pedals, the faster he replayed last night's scene.  
The game; the diner; Austin breathing into Andy's face at the table; his ass 
in the tight 501s as he walked out of the restaurant; the long journey to the 
tracks; the face fucking he received; Austin winking at him when he gave Andy 
the jacket.  He had forgotten about that until now and a single emotional 
tear dropped from Andy's eyes as his entire body tingled with an over flowing 
new found love for Austin.  Never before had he felt so elated and to ask him 
to describe it would be futile.  Andy could not possibly put what he was 
feeling into words.  He simply knew his entire being, indeed his entire 
existence was made of Austin.

	Andy finally rode into Austin's driveway at 2:59.  He had ridden by 
the house no less than eight or nine times within the last half hour.  The 
note said 3 o'clock and Andy was determined to wait.  Nervously he approached 
the front door and rang the doorbell.  He saw his hand shaking as he reached 
for it.  After several long minutes the heavy inside door opened and Andy 
peered through the glass door at the soaking wet girl wrapped in a towel.  
"Hi.  Can I help you?" she asked.

	Andy stuttered but managed to ask if Austin was home.  "Yeah, sure.  
He's in the shower.  You want to come inside and wait.  We'll be done in a 
few minutes."

	The girl continued to talk, but Andy could not comprehend what it was 
she was saying.  A burst of fire started within him and surfaced on his skin 
as he pictured Austin and the girl together.  "I... I'll just come back," 
Andy said.  He had turned around before saying it so she would not see the 
tears he was fighting.  Quickly Andy grabbed his bike and fled, tormented by 
his stupidity at having left his emotions so vulnerable.  He felt used and 
worthless.  "Never again," he thought, "Never again."

	
	Andy could not bring himself to go home.  For some reason to do so 
would seem final.  He rode around the same block for hours and did not even 
notice the sun fade.  Instead he agonized and thought about every minute 
detail of his encounter with Austin.  He analyzed it, trying to decide 
exactly what he, Andy, did to deserve such gut-wrenching heartbreak.  Unable 
to find a reason, he let his bicycle coast to a stop and fell off of it onto 
the sidewalk, burying his head in his folded arms and cried.  He cried 
because of Austin's cruelty.  He cried over his own vulnerability and 
especially over the love he had lost; a love he was only permitted to briefly 
experience.

	Andy did not know how long he had lain on the sidewalk, but when he 
looked up after hearing his name, it was completely dark.  He must have 
fallen asleep too because his mind was groggy and he shook his head awake.  
As he sat up, he saw Austin standing above him.  Andy Quickly looked away and 
busied himself with picking grass off his shirt.
"Do you know how long I've been looking for you," Austin asked.

	"Don't know.  Don't care," Andy said, standing and straddling his 
bicycle.  He would have ridden off had Austin not grabbed the back wheel.  
Andy stepped down to keep his balance and looked at Austin with piercing 
eyes.  "Let go Asshole!" he said.  He had totally abandoned all fear of 
Austin, his anger taking control of him.

	"Why am I an asshole?" Austin asked.

	"Because you are!" Andy screamed.  Austin put his hand over Andy's 
mouth  to quiet him.

	"Shhhh.  You want the entire fucking neighborhood to hear you?" 
Austin asked.

	"I don't care if the whole fucking world hears me.  And I don't care 
if the whole fucking world knows you're an asshole either."

	"Lower your voice, Dude.  Get in the car."

	"Fuck you, Austin."

	"Andy, I'm telling you right now that if you don't lower your 
voice..."

	"What?  You gonna beat the shit outta me?"

	"No, and quit bringing that up.  Why do you keep thinking I'm gonna 
beat your ass?"

	"I don't know, Austin.  Why do you do anything?"

	"Now what is THAT supposed to mean?"

	"Oh, I don't know," Andy said.  "How about this for starters.  You 
stick your fucking dick down my throat, then tell me to come over the next 
day, that nobody's gonna be there and when I get there, some girl answers the 
door telling me you're in the shower with her."

	"Andy, you ain't making any sense."

	"Just forget it," Andy said.  He felt beaten, drained of all energy.  

	"No.  I won't just forget it.  Look, when Lisa came back into the 
bathroom and told me some cute kid came to the door and asked for me and then 
took off like a bat out of hell.... well, that's when I remembered that you 
were coming over."

	"And that is supposed to make me feel better?  Boy, I musta left some 
impression on you last night."

	"That is not what this is about," Austin said sternly.  "You act like 
you're my fucking boyfriend or something."

	Austin could have easily just stabbed Andy through his heart, for he 
was sure the pain would be no less than what he felt when he heard those 
words come out of Austin's mouth.

	"That's it isn't it?  You're in love with me aren't you?" Austin 
asked.

	"Go fuck yourself, Austin."

	"Andy, calm down.  I'm not making fun of you.  Are you in love with 
me?"

	Andy weakened, his whole body felt limp.  Gone was the weightlessness 
he had felt earlier in the day.  Now he felt heavy, unable to walk even.  He 
said simply, "What do you think?"

	"I had no idea.  I mean, Andy, we're both guys here.  You don't fall 
in love with other guys."

	"Says you."

	"Yeah, says me.  I mean it just don't happen."

	"Well, guess what?  It happened."

	"Look Andy, you know, I'll let you suck my dick whenever you want, 
but we ain't boyfriends ... no way."

	"Gee thanks.  That's why you're an asshole."

	"Quit calling me an asshole.  I'm just telling you like it is.  I 
have a girlfriend, I think you met her already, Lisa."  It was Austin's turn 
to become agitated.  "And I don't think she would take too easily to sharing 
me with you.  Besides, boys don't have boyfriends."

	"So you're telling me I should feel lucky that you let me suck your 
dick once in a while," Andy asked.

	"Well, judging from last night you sure felt lucky," Austin said.  No 
sooner had he said it he wished he could take it back.  "I'm sorry, Andy."

	"It's OK.  I gotta get goin."

	"Let me drive you home, OK?" Austin offered.  "Please?"


	The boys loaded Andy's bicycle into Austin's trunk.  The older boy 
tried to make small talk but Andy felt in no mood to talk.  He stared out the 
window of the car, wondering how he could go from such total happiness to 
such degradation.  Austin took hold of Andy's wrist and placed it on his 
crotch.  Andy gave it a cursory squeeze and withdrew his hand.  He could not 
bring himself to pleasure the boy who had ripped his heart out, yet he still 
felt an overwhelming urge to do just that.  Luckily they pulled into Andy's 
driveway, making his decision for him.


	That night as Andy curled under his sheet with Austin's jacket, he 
did not cry.  He had no tears left.