Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 00:21:49 +0000
From: Paul Francis <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'Andrew's Story' Chapter 2.

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                                 TWO


Getting through my maths and geography homework is very difficult; I
just can't concentrate, my mind full of the day's events. I can
hardly believe it all happened so quickly! And Justin, beautiful,
sexy Justin, he is like the best dream I ever had! Eventually I do
get it finished; I think I've done it okay but it's taken way longer
than it usually would. I've no idea how I'm going to get any sleep.
If I don't tell someone about what's happened I'll burst, and Craig's
the only person I can tell. I check what's going on. Mum's working in
the study. I slip quietly downstairs and call Craig on his mobile. He
listens intently while I tell him the whole thing.

"Wow! That sounds so cool!" he enthuses as I finish my story. "He
sounds like a real cutie! That's awesome! So who was this kid you had
a fight with?"

"Alan Jenkins," I tell him. "He's a dickhead."

"What's he look like?"

I tell him.

"Fuck! I'm glad you told me. If you didn't have a reception committee
waiting for you after school today you'll definitely have one
tomorrow!"

"Why?" I ask

"Well, if I've got it right, he's got a brother in year 9, Brian
Jenkins, right fuckin' idiot. He's just a pudding really, big though,
and he's bound to bring back-up. Anyway, don't worry, I'll have it
covered. Just take your time after school, don't be in too much of a
hurry to leave, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

I put the phone down. I certainly hadn't thought about anything like
that when I tripped Jenkins in the shower, I just did it. If I hadn't
told Craig I might have got a right kicking. Well at least Craig's
warning has solved my hard-on problem, for the moment anyway! Half an
hour later I'm in bed and trying to get to sleep. It's not easy; my
mind's still racing with everything that's happened, but eventually
the tiredness takes over and I drift off.

Just try to make everything as normal as possible, I tell myself,
like nothing's happened. I do it the best I can, concentrating hard
in class and hanging out with Justin and the rest of the gang at
break and lunchtime. Pretending nothing's happened is easier said
than done when my heart starts racing every time Justin smiles at me.
I keep feeling myself starting to get a hard-on too. Fortunately, we
haven't got gym or games, so there's no excitement from that quarter.
With a lot of effort I manage to keep everything on track.

It's history, the last class of the day. The crunch is going to come
very quickly now. I know I'll have to keep Justin with me as we're
going out of school. If we get separated Jenkins' brother might have
a go at him too. I don't want to tell him what's going on though; it
would only worry him and I've seen how tearful he can get. The class
ends.

"Is your mum picking you up today?" I ask Justin as we head out of
the classroom.
"No. I told her about walking home with you. She says that's okay, as
long as we stick together. It's better for her anyway because she has
to pick my sisters up from junior school. It's easier if she doesn't
have to come here afterwards."

"Great!" I tell him. "D'you mind if we just pop down to the gym. I
need to check when the first soccer trial is."

I know damn well when it is, but I need to give Craig some time, like
he told me.

"Yeah, no problem!" Justin responds, smiling at me.

I suddenly realise Ashley's tagging along too. I almost forgot about
him. We check the gym notice board and make our way out of school.
Most of the kids have already gone. Near the main gate is a small
group of boys. As we get closer I recognise Alan Jenkins and a big
kid who has to be his older brother. They've got a couple of other
kids with them too, a tall lanky kid with messy blond hair and a
scruffy, dark haired kid who's not much bigger than me. There's no
sign of Craig. Fuck! I hope he's remembered.

"Okay," I say, trying to sound as calm as possible. "You two wait
here. It's me they want. Don't try to leave. It'll be cool."

I walk forward towards the gate. Individually I could probably deal
with any of these jerk-offs, but four against one is not a
proposition I like. Still, if Craig's screwed up and it comes to the
crunch, at least I'll make sure they know they've been in a fight.
The four boys saunter across, barring my way. I stop a couple of
yards short of where they're standing.

"What did you hit my brother for?" the older Jenkins snarls.

"Because I don't like bullies and I don't like being called a queer
lover!" I snap back.

He goes to move forwards but there's a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't even think about it!" Craig tells him.

Big Jenkins looks around, startled. A couple of Craig's mates are
there too, looking fit and lean.

They're all year ten, a year older than big Jenkins and his mates.

"I was only asking him why he hit my brother!" big Jenkins bleats.

"Lying toad!" Craig snarls. "You brought your mates along to give him
a good kicking! Well, he fuckin' told you why he decked him! Got it?
Now get this right. If you or any of your mates goes near these kids
again, you're dead! Now fuck off, and take these wankers with you!"

"I ain't a wanker!" the blond lanky kid protests.

One of Craig's mates knees him in the back of the thigh, causing him
to stumble.

"We didn't ask your opinion, now fuck off!" the older kid tells him.

The four of them slink out thro the gate, the lanky kid hobbling
badly from the dead leg Craig's mate just gave him.

"Told you!" Craig says, grinning at me. "Well, it's sorted now; they
won't be back. Just give them a minute to get clear then you and your
mates can go. They'll be heading the other way, down to Vale Farm.
Speak to you later!"

Craig and his buddies disappear as quickly as they arrived. I walk
back across to Justin and Ashley.

"Sorry about that," I tell them. "Seems Jenkins wanted to carry on
the argument. Well it's all sorted now."

"Who was that, the kid that came and stopped them hitting you?"
Justin asks.

"Oh, that was Craig, Andew's cousin," Ashley informs him. "He's cool;
nobody messes with him!"

We head off up the hill, strolling along as like we haven't a care in
the world. Having friends like Justin and Ashley is just the most
wonderful thing possible. It doesn't matter if I don't get to have
sex with Justin today. It's not that I don't want to have sex with
him again, of course I do, but the friendship, the bond that's
developed between us, is far more important than that. We reach the
junction with Maple Drive, the long, wide road that leads up to the
big old houses where Ashley lives.

"Well, it's been quite a day," Ashley observes. "Right, I'm off home!
See you guys tomorrow!"

He trots across Lansdowne Road, gives us a final wave and turns for
home.

"Ashley's so cool!" Justin says quietly. "I really like him." He
pauses for a second. "Not like that," he adds, "just as a friend;
Shane and Richard too."

We walk on.

"Andrew, did you tell Craig about, you know?" Justin asks.

This is embarrassing, but I'm not going to lie.

"Yeah, sorry, I hope you're okay with that. I just had to tell
someone; Craig's the only person I can talk to. Bloody good job I
did, as it goes. It's cool, Craig won't tell anyone. Trust me."

"Yeah, it's cool if you say so," Justin responds. "Do his mates know
he's gay?"

"No way! Craig's not really gay anyway, he just loves sex. He likes
going with girls as much as any of the other kids. He plays soccer,
he's on the athletics team, does all the stuff his mates do, much the
same as me, I guess. We've always been close; I've known him since I
was a baby. Nobody questions us spending time together."

"Oh!" Justin comments absently.

We arrive at the corner of Beech Tree Avenue.

"Have you got to go straight home, or would you like to come to mine
again?" I ask.

He gives me a beautiful smile.

"I'll come to yours it that's okay," he answers. "Can't stay too
long; got to be home for five o'clock."

"Great!" I whisper.

I check my watch. It's ten past four; we'll have half an hour
together anyway. I let us in thro the front door. We collect cold
drinks from the fridge and head straight to my bedroom. I draw the
curtains.

"Sorry if things got a bit out of order back there," I tell him. "But
it's all cool now, I promise."

I get another blast of that wonderful smile.

"Yeah! Well I'm glad it didn't end up in a fight. You're right about
Craig; he's really fit! The way he got rid of those kids, nobody
would dream he was into, well, you know!"

"Yeah, Craig's cool," I tell him.

We begin to undress, blazers, ties, shoes, socks. Justin reaches out
and unbuttons my shirt. I do the same for him. Shirts are discarded;
grey trousers quickly follow. We're down to our underwear, me in dark
blue briefs, Justin in grey boxer shorts. I reach down and feel his
cock throbbing inside them. This is so exciting. His fingers are
running all over mine too; he's making me tingle all over. He puts
his hands down inside them and gently slides them down to my knees.
They fall to the floor and I kick them off. I quickly return the
favour. Oh wow!! Justin is so beautiful! We get onto my bed, our
mouths meeting in a beautiful, sensuous kiss. If heaven's better than
this you can take me there right now! Our lips separate. Lying there,
soft blond hair falling into his bright blue eyes Justin looks more
beautiful than ever.

"Andrew," he asks, looking thoughtful. "Craig wouldn't want to, you
know, join in, would he?"

"Well I guess he might if you're up for that!" I whisper, stroking
his hair.

"No, I was just worried that he might, you know . . . ."

His voice trails off. I keep stroking his hair.

"Hit on you because he knows you're having sex with me? He won't, I
promise. He thinks Ashley's as cute as buttons but he's never tried
anything, not even once. I don't think Ashley even knows he fancies
him."

He smiles again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. And thanks. I really
love being here with you, and I know what it looks like, me getting a
hard-on in the showers and that, but I don't want to have sex with
just anybody. I don't even know Craig yet. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, that's really cool! Does that mean we're, like boyfriends
then?"

He screws his face up.

"Sort of, I suppose. I wouldn't want to stop you doing stuff with
someone else if you wanted to though."

"Yeah, that's cool. I wouldn't want to stop you either, but it's
great knowing we're sort of special to each other. I love you,
Justin; I'll always be there for you, you know that."

The wonderfully radiant smile returns; to me it's like the most
powerful drug you could ever take, I could eat him! We fall into
another wonderful kiss out tongues going everywhere. My hand runs
down his back and over his bum. My finger slides along his crack and
touches his pucker. He flinches and pulls away.

"Andrew," he whispers, looking apprehensive again, "is it okay if we
don't do that tonight? I know I said that I'd dreamed about Ashley
fucking me, and I know I really enjoyed it while you were doing it,
but afterwards my bum was really sore; it still is. And even after
going to the toilet and having a shower I still made a mess in my
boxers. It was sort of yukky. Sorry, but it all happened a bit fast.
I don't think I was ready for it."

If he stabbed me through the heart I couldn't feel worse. This is my
fault and I know it. I rushed things and I shouldn't have. When I
started doing stuff with Craig it was months before we got into doing
that. Why did I have to be so impatient?

"Justin! I'm sorry!" I whisper, trying to hold back the sobs. "I
never realised!"

He's smiling again, soothing away the tears.

"It's cool, honestly! I was up for it; it was just that afterwards,
well I didn't feel right about it." He grins. "I know what I do want
to do though!"

He snakes around, so his head's on my tummy. He takes my cock into
his mouth and starts sucking it. His hands are working overtime,
stroking my thighs, caressing my balls. One hand pushes down between
my legs. I spread them apart and pull my knees up. His finger traces
back behind my balls, inching closer and closer to my bumhole.  This
is unreal! Craig gives great blowjobs but they don't come close to
the way Justin's doing it!  He touches my pucker and pushes inside.
He might as well have sent me into orbit. I'm so far off on it I can
hardly remember my own name. I'm twitching and gasping and moaning,
my orgasm getting closer by the second. Then the spasms hit me,
starting right down at my toes and rushing headlong over my whole
body. I feel dizzy; the sensations in my cock are like nothing else.

"Uh! Mmmm! Justin!!" I gasp. "I'm gonna cum!!"

I'm sure he's going to pull off; he has to. He doesn't. He holds the
base of my cock between thumb and forefinger and plunges down on it
as far as he can go. My cock jerks wildly in his mouth, firing wad
after wad of hot sticky spunk right into his throat. He stays right
with it until I've no more left to give. I lie there gasping for
breath. If I've ever been happier than I am now I don't remember it.
Justin slowly releases me, licking up the last drops of spunk. Fuck!
He's swallowed it! Even Craig doesn't do that! He looks up at me,
giving me a mischievous grin.

"So how was that then?" he asks.

"That was amazing! Fuck! I never knew I could cum that much! That was
awesome! Wow!!" I grin back at him. "Right! Now it's my turn!"

We swap places. I dive down on him like my life depended on it,
sucking him like it's going out of fashion. He's way off on it too;
he's never been sucked properly before so I guess that's not
surprising. From the corner of my eye I can see his hands clenching
and unclenching; I can hear his breathing becoming more and more
ragged. His beautiful thigh muscles bulge out alarmingly.

"Oooh! Oh, Andrew! I need to pee!"

I keep right on going, just like he did. His hips jump up off the
bed, his rampant cock jerking about with a life of its own.

"Aaaarrgggghhhh!!!"

A few drops of warm, salty stuff squirt into my mouth. Wow! Now that
is special! I swallow it down, the same way he did.

"Oh! Oh Andrew! That was wicked!! Sorry, my dick leaked!"

I smile at him and ruffle his hair.

"Don't be silly, you've cum, that's all, just like I did! Not very
much, but you did cum!"

"Oh wow!! That is so cool!" he gasps. "Oh! Thanks Andrew! Wow! I've
actually cum!"

I check my watch; it's just gone half past four; Justin will have to
go soon. We get back into a wonderful final kiss. A couple of minutes
later it's time to get dressed. We trot downstairs and give each
other one last hug.

"Thanks Andrew," he whispers. "Thanks for being a friend when I
needed one."

A moment later he's away down the drive. I stand and watch till he
turns the corner and disappears from view.