Date: Mon, 30 May 2005 17:32:05 +0000
From: Paul Francis <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Andrew's Story

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                           ANDREW'S STORY


So here we are, just over two hundred eleven year olds, sitting
quietly in the main hall of White Cliffe Boys' School. We're the new
boys; we've come from more than a dozen different junior schools. I'm
sitting with my friends from Beech Hill Junior, Shane on my left,
Richard and Ashley on my right. Mr. Thomas, the Head of Lower School
is talking to us. I'm listening without taking in too much of what
he's saying. After twenty minutes we split into our tutor groups.
Richard is in the same group as me; Shane and Ashley are in another
one.

Once we're settled in our tutor room, our tutor, Mr. Cornwell, starts
going through much the same stuff Mr. Thomas was talking about. I
don't mind; it gives me an opportunity to look around at my new
classmates. I've known that I like boys for about a year, since my
cousin Craig got me into doing stuff. He was thirteen at the time.
It's not that I don't like doing stuff with him any more, I do, but
doing it with kids my own age seems like a more fun idea altogether.
Only none of my mates seems interested. I've dropped a few hints;
they just didn't get it, and I'm not going to spell it out for them.
I'm a pretty regular kid; I play soccer and do all the usual boy
stuff, so it's not like anyone's going to think I'm gay.

I slowly survey the room. They seem a fairly average bunch; a few
pretty cute looking, a few that definitely aren't cute, the rest just
average. Then there's him, one of the smallest in the class, bright
blue eyes, collar length blond hair. He's not just cute, he's
stunning! As Mr. Cornwell makes a seating plan I make sure to catch
his name: Justin, Justin Marshall. Wow! I dismiss the thought. He
probably won't show any more interest than Ashley, Richard and Shane
have. He'll have his own friends in any case. Oh well, he'll be good
wanking fuel!

The tutor session's drawing to a close. As a final exercise, Mr.
Cornwell asks us to introduce ourselves, tell everyone our name,
which junior school we went to, what our favourite subject is, and
what sports or other activities we enjoy. Starting in the back right
hand corner, Richard and I are two of the first. Then it's Justin's
turn. As soon as he starts speaking I know there's something
different about him.

"Justin Marshall from St. Margaret's Primary School," he tells us.
Everyone looks blank. "That's near Manchester," he continues.
Manchester? That's two hundred miles away! Mr. Cornwell intervenes.

"Justin's family moved here just before the summer holidays. I hope
you're all going to make him welcome and help him settle in."

I was wrong; he doesn't have any friends, not yet anyway! Help him
settle in? I'll be first in the queue!

"My favourite subject is maths and I enjoy reading, swimming and
gymnastics," Justin says quietly, concluding his introduction.

Maths is my best subject too, I love reading, Mum's seen to that, and
I swim pretty well. Not sure about gymnastics; I'm not bad, I guess,
but it's not my best. The session concludes. We stand up; ready to go
out to morning break. At 5'0" I'm one of the tallest, and weighing a
little less than 90 pounds, I'm slim without being a total beanpole.
I've got fair hair, which I keep pretty short, and brown eyes. Fit
enough, or at least that's what most of the girls at junior school
seemed to think. I was right about Justin too. He's a good five
inches shorter than me, and it looks like he's got a great little
body hidden under his school uniform.

As the day unfolds it becomes clear that I'm going to be with him for
all my classes, every single one! For subject like maths, English and
science we'll be with Ashley; for the other stuff like technology and
sports we're taught in our tutor groups so we'll be with Richard. How
cool is that? It feels like all my Christmases have come at once.
Justin's clearly a good student, maybe not a superstar like Ashley,
but good enough; he works hard too. He's very quiet though. He seems
reluctant to speak in class, and when he does answer a question, he
always seems very nervous, talking very quietly in case other kids
make fun of his unfamiliar Manchester accent. He seems happy enough
to hang out with our little gang, but it's like he doesn't really
feel part of it. It'll just take some time I guess. It has to be
difficult, moving so far away from your friends and all the places
you know.

Two days into term and it's one of the classes I've really been
looking forward too, gym. I know we'll have to have a shower
afterwards, Craig's told me all about it. I know I won't have a
problem with it; I'm so used to being naked when I get changed at the
pool it simply doesn't bother me, so I'll be able to check out the
other kids without them really noticing what I'm doing. I don't have
to tell you who I want to check out the most! I get changed right
next to him. I was right about his body; he is perfect! The muscle
definition on his legs is just amazing! He pulls his gym shorts on
over his boxers. We line up by the changing room door; at Mr.
Welland's signal we trot though to the gym. We start off with a
series of exercises, sit-ups, press-ups, squat thrusts, that sort of
thing. Justin's superb at all of them; I'm struggling just to stay
close. Then we move onto the agility tests. We begin with a forward
roll. Almost all of us can do that, although there are a couple of
kids that can't, but most of the class finish still sitting on the
floor.  I and a few others do manage to get back to our feet. I only
just make it; stumbling awkwardly and almost falling back onto the
mat. When Justin does it he bounces back onto his feet like he's made
of rubber! Wow!! That is so cool!

"Can any of you boys do a handspring?" Mr. Welland asks.

Justin and a couple of the other boys put their hands up. Justin
looks really uncomfortable about it, though. I know what a handspring
is; I've seen some of the pro soccer players do them to celebrate
scoring a goal. I could no more do that than fly to the moon! Tim
Webster goes first. He gets over with a little help from Mr.Welland.
Dwayne Reid goes next; he's black and looks very athletic. He runs
in. He's quicker, springier; he makes it easily. Then it's Justin's
turn. I'm suddenly very nervous; I'm so hoping he doesn't mess it up.
I needn't have worried. When he comes up off his hands he just takes
off! The height he gets is unbelievable! He lands perfectly too; Mr.
Welland doesn't get anywhere near him! So he's not just stunning to
look at, he's a star as well!

"Can you do a somersault?" Mr. Welland asks, looking at Dwayne.

"No sir," Dwayne replies, shaking his head. "That's too hard."

Mr. Welland looks across at Justin. Justin nods, looking almost
embarrassed.

"Let's see it then!" Mr. Welland says briskly.

Justin trots to the far end of the gym, turns and runs in. Suddenly
he just springs high into the air, turns a full somersault and lands
without even a forward step. Woww!! What else can I say? Justin is
just so special! A few minutes later we're trotting back into the
changing room.

"Strip off and get into the showers!" Mr. Welland orders.

This is the part I've really been looking forward too. It isn't only
Justin; there are at least three other kids I want to check out while
we're in there. We begin to strip off. Justin seems very reluctant to
take his boxers off. I slip my briefs off, grab my towel and stroll
thro into the showers to join the half a dozen boys that are already
there. That includes Adrian Shepherd, one of the kids I'd been
looking forward to seeing. His cock's still quite small with a sexy
little pointed foreskin, two small firm balls nestling beneath. He's
very cute; getting something on with him would be a very inviting
prospect! We're soon joined by more boys. By some margin Dwayne and I
are bigger down there than any of the others. We're the only ones
with any hair down there too. I've only got a bit, and it's very
short; Dwayne's is thick and curly. It suits him perfectly.
Eventually Justin appears. He's trying to hide his cock, but it's no
use. He's getting a hard-on! Seconds later he's fully erect, a little
under three inches long, slim and uncut, the foreskin still
completely covering the tip. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Talk
about the icing on the cake! Not only is he stunning to look at, not
only is he a really nice kid, a good student and a star gymnast, it
looks like he's gay as well! I'm not the only one to have picked up
on it though.

"Oh look! Teacher's pet's got a hard-on! Fuckin' poof!"

It's Alan Jenkins, class motor mouth. I've already figured him for a
dickhead; he's always opening his mouth when he shouldn't and getting
in trouble for it. He's been caught smoking too. Justin's gone bright
red and looks like he's going to burst into tears.

"Leave him alone!" I snarl.

"You gonna make me, queer lover!!" Jenkins sneers.

Jenkins is an inch or so shorter than me, but twenty to thirty pounds
heavier. He's not fat exactly, but not muscular either, just sort of
flabby. I'm no bully, but I can handle myself and I don't take any
shit. Jenkins is going to find that out right now. Before he knows
what's happening his legs have disappeared from under him and he's
landed on his backside. Richard and a couple of the other kids are
trying to stop themselves giggling. That's good; it means they've got
him figured for a dickhead too. I put my foot across Jenkins' neck.

"You got anything else to say?" I ask, glaring down at him.

He hasn't. I give his jaw a tweak with my big toe then remove my
foot. As Jenkins struggles to his feet I finish rinsing off and
stroll nonchalantly into the drying area, ushering Justin out with
me. As we begin to get dressed Mr. Welland appears from the staff
changing room.

"Something been going on here, has there?" he demands.

"It was Alan, sir," Richard volunteers, waving his arm in Jenkins'
direction. "Slipped over in the showers."

"Oh! It sounded like there was some sort of argument going on."

"No sir, it was cool," Richard assures him.

"Right!" Mr. Welland says after a brief pause, looking less than
convinced.

Our final lesson of the day is geography. Justin is even quieter than
usual, clearly still shaken up by what happened in the showers. Forty
minutes later it's time to go home. Ashley and Richard have got their
first band practice and Shane's got to meet his mum. That's a
nuisance, I could have done with reinforcements, but I can't duck out
of it. Justin and I leave together, something we haven't done before.
Jenkins is already hanging around by the school gate, but he's on his
own. No problem! I give him the hard stare and say nothing.

"Where do you live?" I ask as we hit the street.

"Birchwood Park" Justin says quietly.

"Oh, cool!" I reply, smiling down at him. "That's just a bit further
on from my house. How d'you get there?"

"Usually Mum picks me up, but she's had to go out today. I was going
to walk."

"Yeah, cool! I always walk anyway, it's not far."

We set off up the hill towards home. Suddenly I'm glad the others
aren't here; I've got Justin all to myself. My mind's racing. I may
not have got a hard-on in the showers, but I'm getting one now. When
we get close to my house I'll ask Justin if he wants to come in, then
we'll see what happens! Or am I getting ahead of myself? He might say
no. Let's just try it; if he says no, he says no; there will always
be another time. I hope he says yes though! I can't stop my heart
racing; this has to be the wildest thing I've ever done. Justin's
still very quiet; so am I, I just can't think of the right thing to
say. After what seems like an eternity we reach the end of Beech Tree
Avenue.

"I live just along there," I tell him. "Would you like to come in for
a bit. We can check out that geography homework."

He hesitates for a second. It feels like five minutes.

"Yes, thanks!"

We walk the fifty yards to my house and I let us in thro the front
door. The house is okay; not that big, but it's nice. We stroll thro
to the kitchen, I fix us both a cold drink then we head upstairs.
There are three bedrooms; two of them are pretty big so mum has one
and I have the other. I show Justin the small bedroom that Mum uses
as a study. It's our library too; one wall is covered in books. Some
of them are mum's law books, then there are all the books that she
reads, `classics' she calls them. She says I'll be able to read some
of them when I'm a bit older. Finally there are my books. I must have
a couple of hundred at least, everything you can think of: Winnie the
Pooh, Alice in Wonderland, A Christmas Carol, Harry Potter and my
favourites, Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. I love those books!
Justin's eyes widen.

"Wow! That's a great!" he breathes enthusiastically, checking out the
titles. I've got a few books but nowhere like this many. Have you
read them all?

"Yeah, just about!" I reply quietly. Now it's my turn to be
embarrassed!

For the first time Justin seems to be relaxed. I take him through to
my bedroom.

"Oh cool!" he says, looking round it. "What does your dad do?"

"It's just me and mum," I tell him. "She's a solicitor, works in the
City. We do okay. My dad fucked off as soon as he found out mum was
pregnant. I've never met him."

"Oh! I'm sorry!" he blurts out, looking very uneasy again. "I didn't
mean to  . . ."

"Don't be" I say, smiling at him. "It's not a problem; mum's great,
and grandma and granddad. It's cool."

I motion for him to sit on the bed. I flop down next to him. He looks
across at me.

"I just want to say thanks," he whispers.

"What for?" I ask

"You know, in the showers, standing up for me. I thought it was going
to start happening again."

"What d'you mean?" I enquire.

"Last year, when we went swimming from junior school, that started
happening; you know. Some of the other kids started picking on me,
calling me names, kicking me, punching me. I'd always had friends at
school, but suddenly they didn't want to hang out with me any more. I
was worried you wouldn't want to be friends with me once you knew."

He's looking at the floor. I feel angry, indignant. Those so-called
friends should have had a good kicking for abandoning him like that!
I reach across and put my arm round him.

"Well that isn't going to happen here," I tell him firmly. He looks
up and our eyes meet. I screw up my courage. "It's cool; I'm gay
too."

There's a wonderful, calm silence. We're just looking right into each
other's eyes and smiling. I guess it's only for a few seconds but it
seems much, much longer.

"Do the others know?" Justin whispers.

"No, but we've all known each other for years. It won't be a problem;
trust me." I put my other hand across and start stroking his leg. "As
soon as I saw you I knew you were special, and in the gym today you
were just amazing."

"I hoped when I came here I'd find a friend who felt the same way I
did," he answers, grinning at me. "I didn't think it would be you! I
thought maybe Ashley because he's so, you know, gentle."

"Yeah, I guess he is. And he's so clever! His dad's a maths professor
at London University. Ashley's a great kid."

"I'm not complaining though!" Justin announces, smiling broadly at
me. "You're pretty special yourself!"

"Are you okay with this?" I ask continuing to stroke his thigh.

"Yeah, it feels great."

"Have you ever, you know, . . . . ."

"No. Have you?"

"Yeah. Me and my cousin Craig started messing about together about a
year ago. He's fourteen, really fit too. Do you want to . . . ?"

"Yes."

I get off the bed and close the curtains. Shoes and socks are
discarded, followed by blazers, ties, shirts, trousers. My cock's
straining to get out of my briefs. The hard bulge is clearly visible
in Justin's boxers. He is gorgeous! I reach across and run my fingers
over it. It feels wonderful. I hook my fingers into the waistband of
his boxers and gently pull them down. Oh, wow!! This just gets better
and better! I take his cock into my fingers and stroke it gently. It
feels amazing, rock hard, but the skin feels so soft and smooth.

"Oooh, that feels so good!" he moans.

His fingers slide up over my cock, making me twitch; his touch is
unbelievable! He helps me take my briefs down.

"Beautiful cock!" he breathes, eyes shining.

Fully hard it's about four and a half inches and still quite slim,
just the tip sticking out past my foreskin. He slides his fingers
over it; I almost pass out with excitement. We flop back onto the
bed. I wrap my arms round him and start massaging his back,
beautifully firm and satin smooth. Justin's still playing with my
cock, making me harder by the second. I move my mouth towards his.
Our lips meet. I push my tongue into his mouth, his beautiful boy
aroma filling my nostrils. Justin's doing the same to me, his tongue
meshing with mine and running all over my teeth. This is heaven!
Having sex with Craig is great, but it's never been anything like
this! Our lips part. I look down at him; he looks absolutely radiant.

"Oh wow!" I whisper. "You are beautiful!"

He smiles up at me.

"Well, you're not Mr. Ugly either! You're really fit, Andrew, really
fit! I thought it would just be a bit of a grope and a mess about;
I'd no idea it could be this good!"

I begin to work my way down his body, licking first one nipple then
the other, Justin gasping quietly in sheer ecstasy. I move on to his
little innie tummy button, then on again until I reach the ultimate
prize. I run my tongue all over his shaft.

"Ooooh! Oh yeah!" he gasps.

I lick his cute little balls then run my tongue right back up his
cock again. I moisten my lips and take it fully into my mouth.

"Oh! Oh Andrew! That's awesome! Ohhh!!" he groans

I start sucking on it, nice and slow at first. It tastes wonderful,
the texture of it quite indescribable. I gradually accelerate,
sliding my hand between Justin's thighs and working my finger along
his crack till I'm massaging his virgin hole. Very gently I push the
tip of my finger right into him. He doesn't even flinch, his moaning
and gasping becoming noticeably louder. He's pretty close to orgasm,
though I know he won't cum. I slide my finger out and release his
wet, throbbing cock.

"Was that good?" I whisper.

"Oh wow! That was brilliant!" He runs his fingers over my cock. "May
I?" he asks.

"Sure! Of course you can!" I tell him.

He settles his head onto my tummy, his beautiful blond hair feeling
so soft against my body. He opens his mouth and goes down on me. Just
awesome. He slowly pushes down. After a few seconds I feel my
cockhead hit the back of his throat. He pauses for a moment then
pushes down even further till he's got the whole thing. Awesome, just
awesome! He begins sucking on it; it's wonderful! I take the tube of
KY that Craig gave me from the drawer in the bedside cabinet, squeeze
some onto my fingers and gently work it into his asshole. He cocks
his left leg right over me to give me better access. I push in past
the first knuckle and on towards the second. I reach my target, his
hard little sex gland. I push right in and begin rubbing it. Justin
goes wild, plunging up and down on my cock like it's the only chance
he'll ever have. I'm seconds away from cumming.

"Oohh, that's brilliant! Stop now! Please! I don't want to cum yet!"

He gently pulls off. My cock's throbbing wildly.

"Did you like that?" he asks, his blue eyes brighter and shinier than
I've ever seen them.

"Yeah, it was awesome!" I whisper, still gasping for breath.

I snuggle right up to him and whisper in his ear.

"Justin, can I fuck you?"

"Do you and Craig do that?" he asks, grinning mischievously.

"Yeah."

"Does he fuck you?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like that, then?"

"Yeah. It hurts when it first goes up, but then it's just brilliant."

"Come on then!" he says, still grinning. He puts his mouth close to
my ear. "Last night when I was having a wank I was dreaming about
Ashley fucking me up the bum! But you'll be even better; you're
bigger than him! I saw his cock when we were having a piss. You won't
tell him, will you?"

"Of course not! This is just between us; I wouldn't dream of telling
him! Get up on all fours, I'll need to lube you up some more first."

He gets into position. His little rosebud bumhole looks wonderfully
inviting. I squeeze plenty of KY onto my fingers then push my index
finger right up him again. He takes it easily. I push my middle
finger in right behind it. He flinches slightly.

"You okay?" I ask, easing back a little.

"Yeah, that's okay now. Just a bit of a shock, that's all."

I gradually push both fingers right in, massaging his prostate and
working them round to loosen his ring. I let my fingers slide out.
This is it, what I've fantasised about for months, the first time I
get to be a top. It's funny, Justin telling me about dreaming that
Ashley fucking him. Until he showed up I used to dream about fucking
Ashley's sweet little bum! I pull the pillows into the middle of the
bed.

"Lie down!" I whisper.

He does as I've told him, his legs wide apart. I smear KY over my
cock and lower myself onto him, aiming my cock onto its target. I try
to push in as gently as I can. It slips down between his legs. I give
it a few quick strokes with my hand to get it as hard as possible and
reposition myself. This time I push harder. It slides into him. He's
beautifully tight. Oh wow, this is soooo special! I've got my cock
right inside the body of the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. I
steady myself and push it about halfway in. He whimpers slightly. I
pull back so that just the head is left inside him. I pause for a few
seconds to let him get used to it, then push it back in again. This
time there's no protest. I give him a bit more, my cock pushing over
his prostate.

"Oh yeah!" he gasps.

I give him the rest and lie down right on top of him, burying my nose
in his silky blond hair. I set to work with long, smooth strokes,
pulling well back then plunging right back in again.

"Oh yeah!" he moans. "Fuck me, Andrew! Fuck me hard! I want it all!"

Slowly, inexorably I speed up, Justin's hips pushing back to meet my
downward thrusts. I'm soaked in sweat; we both are. I'm getting very
close; I know it won't take long. Suddenly Justin's body goes into
crazy spasms, his already tight bum gripping my cock like a vice.  I
know what's happening; he's having a dry cum, just like I did the
first time I got fucked.

"Ohh! Mmm! Mmm! Oh! Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohhhh!!!"

He's taken me past the point of no return.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!!" I respond, plunging my whole length into
his beautiful body and hanging onto his shoulders as the whole room
is hit by a major earthquake.
"Oh! Oh yeah!! Uh! Uh! Mm! Mmm!! Ohh!!! Aaarrggghhhh!!!!"

The spunk barrels thro my cock and floods over and over into Justin's
tight little bum like it's never going to stop. It's the longest
wildest orgasm I've ever had! At last it does stop. I'm so far out of
it, I can hardly remember which day of the week it is. I'm gasping
for breath like an old steam engine. Slowly I begin to get my breath
back. My cock's super-sensitive and my balls feel like they've been
squeezed dry. I lift my weight off him, my softening cock sliding out
of his bum. I sit back on my heels. He is gorgeous! His bumhole's
twitching wildly; the area on each side is glowing bright red. I
guess mine must look like that after Craig's fucked me; I've never
thought about it before.

"Justin, that was awesome!" I gasp. "I never knew it was that good!
Are you okay?"

"Yeah! Oh yeah! That was wicked! My bum's a bit sore, but it's not a
problem!"

He pushes up onto all fours. A few drops of spunk splutter out of his
bum and run down between his legs.

"We'd better go to the bathroom," I tell him.

We make our way through. Justin sits on the toilet and lets my spunk
run out of his bum.

"D'you want a shower?" I ask.

"Please! Let's have one together."

It's an offer I can't refuse. We lovingly soap and massage each
other's body; it's the perfect way to finish it off. We rinse
ourselves, have one long, passionate kiss, then step out of the
shower to dry off. I'd love to start all over again, but my balls are
aching and I can hardly bear to touch my cock. In any case, mum will
be home in under an hour. We head back to the bedroom and get
dressed. As Justin's about to leave, I give him one final hug.

"I love you, Justin. I'll be there for you anytime you need me, I
promise."

He gives me a blast of the most beautiful smile I'll ever see.

"I know," he says quietly, "I feel the same way."

We go downstairs to the front door. Justin turns and gives me a peck
on the nose, then stands on tiptoe to put his mouth right by my ear.

"We forgot one thing!" he whispers.

"What's that?" I ask, puzzled.

"We never checked out the geography homework!" he says, grinning
mischievously.

I open the door and watch him go, still captivated by his beauty. He
disappears around the corner; I close the door and make my way back
inside. That was so amazing! Way better than I'd ever dreamed it
would be. I've never felt like that about anyone before; it's the
most wonderful feeling ever. Half an hour later mum comes in. I'm
still on cloud nine.

"Hello darling! You look pleased with yourself! Had a good day?"

"Yeah, mum, it's been cool. I think I'm really going to enjoy being
at White Cliffe."

"Good! I'm pleased it's going well! You look like the cat that
swallowed the cream!"

I almost choke. She's no idea just how close to the mark that is!