Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2005 21:17:59 +0000
From: Paul Francis <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: New submission; 'Andrew's Story': Chapter 3.

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                                THREE

The evening is much easier than yesterday. I'm much calmer; I can
concentrate on my homework, Science and History, without thinking
about Justin every five seconds. I don't get a hard-on either. By ten
to eight it's all finished. I wander down to the living room. The
television's on but mum's busy reading the paper. I flop down on the
sofa, pick up the remote and flick though a few channels. There's
nothing on I want to watch; it's all boring.

"Mum," I ask. "Is it okay if I phone Craig?"

"Yes, if you want. Don't be on there for ages though!"

"No, I won't! May I use the phone in the study?"

"Oh, boys' talk, is it?" she says, giving me a knowing smile "Yes, go
on!"

"Thanks mum!"

I bound up the stairs and into the study, closing the door behind me.
I settle into the big office chair and dial the number.

"Hi kid, everything okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, cool! Thanks for bringing the troops out for me!"

"No problem! I thought about letting you have it out with the older
Jenkins one on one, but one of the teachers would probably have come
out and broken it up and you'd have been in trouble for fighting.
There might have been some awkward questions asked too, and you don't
want that."

He pauses for a second. "So I guess Justin's the little blond kid
that was waiting with Ashley?"

"Yeah!"

"Very cute!" He giggles and lowers his voice. "I hope you'll be very
happy together!"

"Yeah, very funny! I do love him tho! He's so cute; I've never felt
like that about anyone else. Do you fancy him?"

"Well, I wouldn't kick him out, but he's a bit small for me and a bit
too pretty. I like them more boyish looking. Why, does he want to get
something on?"

"No, he was worried that you might hit on him because you know he's
having sex with me."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him you wouldn't do that. He says although he gets horny, he
doesn't want to have sex with just anybody and he doesn't even know
you yet. I think he got bullied pretty badly at junior school. He
seems very nervous around people he doesn't know."
"Thanks! Well he's not a slut anyway. That's good, I guess! So I
suppose you gave him another good seeing to!"

"No, actually I screwed up there. He seemed really up for it
yesterday, like I told you, but he didn't like, you know, the after
effects. His bum was still really sore. It's okay, he was cool about
it all, and I don't mind; he gives amazing blow-jobs!"

"Yeah! I thought you might have rushed it a bit! You'll have to take
it really slow if you want to do that again. Still, sounds like there
was no real harm done. So where does he live?"

"Birchwood Park."

"Birchwood Park? They must be seriously minted to live there! What
does his dad do?"

"Dunno; haven't asked him. Anyway, thanks for this afternoon. Got to
go, mum will be complaining about the phone bill! Says she'll take it
out of my pocket money; never does though! See ya!"

I put the phone down. Craig's a great kid; I really owe him, not just
for this afternoon, but for loads of stuff he's done. If I need him,
he's always there. I guess most people would think he took advantage
of me, turned me queer, all that sort of shit. That's bollocks. I was
waay up for it, getting hornier by the day. He just helped me
understand that it was okay to feel the way I did. He even warned me
not to hit on my mates unless I was sure they were really up for it.
He's right about Birchwood Park too. The houses there are huge;
Justin's dad must earn zillions. Funny Craig not fancying him though!

Friday morning and we've finally made it to our games class. We'll be
playing soccer, and I love that. I'm a decent player, not really
brilliant like Shane, but I'm okay. I'm hoping I'll get into the
school team when the trials are held next week. We get changed and
head out onto the field. Sides are picked and the game starts.
Justin's on my team and the first thing I discover is that he's
absolutely useless! If the ball comes to him he just kicks it
anywhere, he won't challenge for the ball, even when it's 60-40 in
his favour, and there's no way he'll tackle anybody. He's even worse
than Richard! I wouldn't have believed that anyone could be so
brilliant in the gym can be so hopeless at soccer, but what do I
know?

There area couple of good players in the class though. Tim Webster is
about the same standard as me. I'd guess he plays for a club because
he seems to know what he's doing. Dwayne Reid is outstanding! He's
the biggest kid in the class, about three inches taller than me,
weighs around 120 pounds and there's not an ounce of fat on him
anywhere. He's not as skilful as Shane, but he's so fast and so
strong! I manage to put a couple of decent challenges on him, but
most of the time I can't even get close. The game finishes and we
make our way back to the changing room.

"Right lads! Strip off and into the shower!" Mr. Welland barks at us.

I'm wondering how Justin will react today. To my surprise he strips
down to his boxers, pulls them off and is ready for the shower before
I am. He waits for a few seconds and we go through together. After
the gym class incident I know I'll have to be careful; some of the
other kids are going to be watching. Perving them is out of the
question. As it goes, I don't want to do that anyway.  I steal a
quick glance at Justin. There's no sign of him getting a hard-on. I
feel so proud of him; he's won that little battle with himself. We
rinse ourselves off, quickly rub ourselves dry and trot back to our
clothes.

"Will you be going to the soccer trial?" Mr.Welland asks me.
"Yes sir."

"Good. You've a good chance of making the team, I'd say. Can't
promise anything, of course; it's not my team."

"Thanks sir."

He ruffles Justin's hair.
"Not as good at soccer as you are in the gym then?"

Justin grins at him, looking embarrassed.

"No sir."

Mr.Welland smiles.

"Well, you can't be good at everything!"

He goes across to chat to Tim and Dwayne. We finish getting dressed.
I suddenly feel a lot more grown up, a lot more sure of who I am, if
that makes any sense. It's like I've stepped out of a dark tunnel
into the light; I feel much more confident about where I'm going and
what I'm doing.

The end of another day and we're strolling up Lansdowne Road eating
ice creams, enjoying the September sunshine, three ordinary boys
doing very ordinary things.

"Justin, what does your dad do?" I ask.

"He works for Eagle Telecom," he tells us. "He's the sales director."

"Wow!" Ashley comments. "Eagle Telecom are enormous. He must earn
loads!"

"Yeah. He was sales manager for the Midlands and the North of
England. Then he got this job so we had to move down here." He pauses
for a moment. "Dad grew up on a council estate in Manchester, like
Vale Farm, worse probably. But he worked hard and he's great at
getting on with people, so when he left school he got into sales.
He's just worked his way up."

"Impressive!" Ashley comments.

"Yeah!" Justin says wistfully, screwing his face up. "It's just that
he's working all the time, and when he's not working he's playing
golf with people he does business with, and when he isn't doing that
he's going to watch his beloved Manchester United. I think he's
disappointed that I'm not interested in soccer and don't want to go
with him, but you've seen how useless I am at it, well, Andrew has.
So when I used to ask him if he was going to my parents' evening at
school, he'd say `Oh, you're doing okay, I don't think we've got
anything to worry about there!' When I'm doing a gym competition he
never comes to watch. Mum does, but he's never been, not even once.
Other dads are there, mine never is. Oh, I know how hard he works so
we can live in a nice house and that, and I don't even mind him going
to watch football; he needs to relax and get away from stuff, I know
that. I just wish he had some time to spend on things I want to do.
It's almost like we don't really know each other."

I don't know what to say. The words just tumbled out in one big rush;
I wasn't expecting that.

"That's tough," Ashley says, looking thoughtful. "I'm lucky; my dad
comes to everything I'm doing, parents' evenings at school, listening
to me playing in the orchestra, everything. I like having him there;
it shows he's interested. I'd hate it if he stopped doing it."

Ashley branches off up Maple Drive and Justin and I are alone.

"Sorry Justin, I didn't mean to be nosy like that. I won't say
anything about what you told us; I know Ashley won't either."

He shrugs.

"Thanks. I hope it didn't sound like me feeling sorry for myself. I'm
glad you asked; I needed to tell somebody about it."

We stroll on, each of us lost in his own thoughts. I know all about
not having a dad there for me, especially when I'm playing soccer.
Having a dad who could be there but isn't, that's almost worse. I
don't want to talk about it though; I guess it's a painful subject
for me too. We wander into Beech Tree Avenue. I haven't even asked if
he's coming back to my house; we both know that's what we're going to
do. I let us in, we collect cold drinks from the fridge and head up
to my bedroom. I draw the curtains and we start to undress. In a
matter of seconds we're down to our underwear. Justin put his arms
round my neck and looks up at me.

"I'm not bothered about dad never being there any more. You're all I
need now," he whispers.

I feel a lump in my throat; that is so sad! I lean forward and kiss
him. We collapse back onto the bed. Fuck! I love this kid! I'd walk
off a cliff for him if I had to. We discard our underwear and make
ourselves comfortable. Just being snuggled up with him like this,
that'll do for me!

"Justin," I ask, "You know when we were in gym class and Mr. Welland
asked about doing handsprings and stuff. You seemed really
embarrassed about it. Why?"

"When I go to gym club it's okay, because everyone's good at it. I'm
just part of the group. But at school, well, not many boys do gym
like I do, so it's like I'm showing off, and I hate that."

I kiss him on the forehead.

"I love you!" I whisper.

So what happens next? Well, it's all a bit of a blur really. We kiss,
we stroke each other, we lick, we suck; eventually we cum in each
other's mouths. And oh, we both swallow it again, that's about all I
can tell you. And I love every single second of it, of course, but I
guess you know that anyway.

Tuesday afternoon and we're heading for our last class of the day.

"Mum's coming to pick me up today," Justin announces. "Sorry, I
should have told you before, I forgot. I'm starting gym training
again tonight. I never went last week, with starting at a new school
and everything, but we've got a competition in a few weeks, so I need
to get back into it. It's every Tuesday and Thursday; I'll still be
walking home with you the other nights, if that's okay."

"Yeah, no problem," Ashley tells him. "Go for it!"

An hour later Ashley and I are strolling up Lansdowne Road.

"Andrew," he asks, "D'you mind if I ask you a question?"

That's a bit odd. He wouldn't usually say that, he'd just ask. I
shrug.

"Of course not; what's the problem?"

"Are you and Justin boyfriends?"

I take a deep breath. He's taken me by surprise with that one. A
thousand thoughts rush through my brain all at once.

"I mean, we know Justin's gay," Ashley continues, "there doesn't seem
to be much argument about that, and you've been spending an awful lot
of time with him."

I've got a hundred and one excuses lined up for precisely this
situation and I'm not going to use any of them. I'm still not quite
ready to say it out loud though.

"You're not jealous, are you?" I ask, playing for time.

"No! Of course not! It's not like you've been neglecting everyone
else or anything. I was just wondering."

"Oh! Well, I suppose we are."

He gives me a big smile.

"I thought so. That's so cool! Just little things, you know, I could
tell you really like him. I clocked you might be gay a few months
back. You started saying stuff about sex; I sort of knew you wanted
us to start messing about. I just pretended I didn't understand."

This is severely embarrassing! I thought I'd got away with that!

"D'you think Shane and Richard realised?" I ask, feeling somewhat
apprehensive.

"Not sure," he answers. "Well, I'm pretty sure Richard never got what
you were saying; don't know about Shane. Sometimes he picks up on
stuff and sometimes he doesn't. We haven't talked about it if that's
what you're worried about!"

Well, that's a relief anyway. It's still a shock though. I know
Ashley's good at picking up on things, I didn't realise he was this
good! It's almost scary.

"You don't mind then?" I ask.

"No, of course not. It's your life. You and Justin seem really happy
together. It's nobody else's business really, is it?"

Ashley is so cool, so mature; he's the best mate anyone could ever
have. We reach Maple Drive. He gives me a big smile.

"Look, how long have we been friends, the four of us I mean? Like
forever. Well, I suppose us two have got quite a lot in common, but
why am I friends with Shane and Richard. Is it because their parents
have really good jobs and they live in nice houses? No. is it because
they're really clever? No. It's because they're two of the best kids
I could ever meet, and if I ever need anyone you guys are always
there for me."

The way he can just hit the nail on the head like that knocks me
sideways. I've never met anyone else like him.

"Thanks Ash!" I mutter, unable to think of anything else to say.

"See ya!" he grins.

He trots across Lansdowne Road; moments later he's gone.