Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2005 16:41:13 +0000
From: Paul Farncis <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Andrew's Story, Chapter 4

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                                FOUR

The end of Thursday afternoon, I meet Shane as we come out of our
history classes and we make our way down to the changing rooms. A few
kids are already there; more soon join us; twenty-odd boys trying to
make it into the school soccer team. We start getting changed.
Everybody's talking about soccer; it's why we're all here. A couple
of boys start mouthing off about how good they are; I take an instant
dislike to them. Shane's a superb player and he'd never do that; I
get the feeling these kids aren't as good as they say they are.

I'm surprised when we're greeted by Mr. Wainwright; he's our maths
teacher and Shane and Ashley's class tutor. I just assumed it would
be one of the P.E. teachers. I don't mind though; he's a great
teacher, and a real nice guy. He's quite young too, under thirty
anyway. He's got two much older boys with him; they're a couple of
years older than Craig, I'd guess. They're going to help him sort the
team out. I wonder what my chances are. Shane's bound to make it, and
Dwayne. There are a few others that certainly look the part, but that
doesn't mean anything.

We head out onto the field. The first half hour is taken up with
skill and fitness tests, dribbling, passing, heading; all that sort
of thing. It soon becomes pretty obvious that Shane isn't the only
really skilful player we've got; there are a couple of others too,
Jermaine Campbell, who's sort of half black and half white, and Ricky
Castellano, who looks Italian or Spanish or something. We haven't got
anyone else who's really strong and fast like Dwayne though; he's out
on his own in that department. This is going to be a really good
team. Fuck! I hope I get in! Mr. Wainwright calls us together.

"Okay, lads! You've done really well! Right, I'm afraid I'm going to
have to let a few of you go. I'm sorry you haven't made it this time,
but keep working at your game and you may come through. It's not
always the kids who look really good at your age that make the best
players later on, so don't give up!"

He reads out six names. One of the mouthy kids hasn't made it; I
almost knew that was going to happen. Mr. Wainwright thanks them for
coming, and repeats what he said about not giving up. I'm impressed;
telling kids they won't be in the squad can't be easy; he's tried
really hard not to make them feel bad about it.

"Right then! Who are the defenders?" he asks.

I put my hand up; so do six other boys. I check them out; I'm the
tallest and I probably jump the best too. A few minutes later we're
organised into two teams for a short game. Dwayne's on my team,
playing as a striker; at least that means I won't have to try
defending against him! We've got Shane and Tim playing in midfield
too. Jermaine and Ricky are on the other team. I'm going to have to
watch them! The game starts. I'm playing in the centre of the
defence, where I always play. My partner, Danny Farmer, seems to be a
good enough player, but doesn't have much idea where he's supposed to
be. This is going to be difficult if he keeps going walkabout. I just
have to keep my concentration, try to develop some sort of
understanding with Danny, and keep it simple, don't try anything too
clever. It goes okay; I manage to keep Ricky pretty quiet and don't
make too many mistakes. I slice one kick which concedes a throw-in,
and we give a goal away when Danny gets caught in no-man's land and I
can't get across fast enough to cover for him.

All too soon the game's over. We sit on the grass while Mr.
Wainwright consults the two senior boys. My heart's racing; I really
want to be in this team! The discussion seems to take forever
although I guess it actually lasts no more than two or three minutes.

"Okay, lads! Sorry to keep you waiting!" he says brightly. "Well, let
me say first you've all done really well and we've had some tough
choices to make."

That doesn't sound good; I know Danny probably hasn't made it, but
what about the two central defenders playing on the other team?

"I want us to train together at least once every week," he continues.
"If we work hard, this can be an outstanding team. Right! I'm not
going to keep you waiting any longer. I'm going to announce the team
that will be playing against St. Michael's next Tuesday."

I'm so nervous I can't look at him.

"In goal, John Reynolds," he begins. "In defence."

This is it!

".Robert Morgan, Andrew Prior..."

Yes!! I feel relieved and elated at the same time. I really wanted
this! I continue listening as the rest of the names are read out. Tim
hasn't made it; he'll be one of the substitutes. We stroll back
towards the changing room. Mr. Wainwright's talking to him, telling
him he'll get on after half time and what a close call it was. One of
the senior boys is walking along next to me.

"Pretty happy to get on the team then?" he asks.

"Yeah! Tim's only a sub and he's as good a player as I am."

The older boy shrugs and grins.

"But you were easily the best in your position. You marked that
Italian kid out of the game."

That's a real boost. I haven't just scraped in. As long as I keep
performing like I've just done I should get a long run in the team;
that's certainly what I'm hoping for. We reach the changing room.
Shane's got there slightly ahead of me.

"You were sound, man!" he says, grinning, "played really well! You
having a shower?"

"Yeah, okay," I say absently, not having really thought about it.

"Sir! Can you put the showers on?" he calls out.

We strip off and trot through to the showers. Shane's a few inches
shorter than me; he's got a great body, slim without being skinny and
his legs are almost as beautiful as Justin's. It's been a few months
since I last saw him naked. He's certainly bigger down there than he
was; not quite as big as me, but bigger than I expected. The first
few traces of hair are starting to show too. But Shane's just a
really good mate; he's not interested in sex.


Or is he? We've been in the showers for a couple of minutes, just
chatting about soccer and stuff; none of the other boys has come in.
I glance across. He's got a hard-on! My heart's racing and my mouth
feels like sandpaper. What the fuck's happening? This is Shane; we've
played soccer together for as long as I can remember. All he thinks
about is soccer; it's what he lives for. During the Easter holidays a
few months back I'd started talking about sex and it was like he
didn't have a clue. This has really caught me on the hop; I wasn't
even thinking about sex! But there he is, standing there with a full
hard-on, about four inches long and a little slimmer than mine. He's
got a nice pair of balls too, firm and round. He gives me his
cheekiest grin. He really is up for it! What the fuck am I going to
do? I move across and whisper in his ear.

"Not here; you can come to mine if you want."

He grins and whispers back.

"No, you come to mine, it's nearer, and I've got something I want to
show you."

We make our way out of the showers and get dry as quickly as we can.
Most of the other kids have already gone. We pull our school uniform
on and head out of school. I've got a head full of questions.

"So how long have you been, you know.," I ask.

He grins.

"A couple of months. Weird, isn't it. You hear people talking about
sex and you think `what's that?' then suddenly it's like someone
flicked a switch in your head and you can't think about anything
else!"

"So what's this thing you want to show me?"

"Wait till we get home!" he replies, still grinning. "You'll see!"

I'm still trying to get my head round it. It's not that I don't want
to have sex with him, of course I do, but it's so unexpected. I just
never thought it was going to happen, and now it has I'm not sure I
know how to deal with it. Then there's Justin. I guess Shane must
have clocked that Justin and I are together, the same as Ashley has.
So what's the score here? Fuck! I don't want to share Justin with
anyone! So maybe I should tell Shane to forget it, but I can't do
that; we've been mates for years, he wouldn't understand. Well,
Justin said he didn't mind me doing stuff with other guys and he
knows about me and Craig, so maybe it'll be okay. We'll probably only
mess about for a bit anyway. I don't want Justin knowing about it
though, or anybody else for that matter, except Craig maybe. I'm not
even sure about that.

We reach Shane's house. It's on Dean Court; that's another public
housing estate, but it's okay, better than Vale Farm anyway. Shane
lets us in and we head up to his bedroom. I'm still very nervous; I
haven't even got a hard-on. He draws the curtains.

"Shall we strip off?" he asks.

"What time does your mum get home?" I enquire.

"She's got to work till eight, we've got no problem!" he reassures
me.
We start to take our clothes off. Within a few seconds we're down to
our underwear; me in red briefs, Shane in white boxers with a dark
blue stripe down each side. We drop them at the same time. I'm still
not hard, but Shane is. I guess he hasn't lost it since we were in
the showers together. He reaches out and fondles mine. His touch is
electrifying; he gets me hard in, like, no seconds flat. I return the
favour. His cock feels wonderful, hard, hot and throbbing.

"Nice cock!" he whispers. "Can you cum?"

"Yeah! What about you?"

"Yeah! Anyway this is what I wanted to show you."

He sits down at his computer and turns it on.

"It'll take a couple of minutes" he says quietly. "This computer's
pretty slow. Well, after I started, you know, I got into surfing the
net, looking for stuff. Well I pretty soon found some pics of older
guys and girls doing it. That was okay but I sort of knew it wasn't
what I wanted. Anyway, I kept looking and I found this site called
Lolita or something and it was all kids about our age having sex.
They were doing everything! The girls were sucking the boys' cocks,
everything! Got me really horny! Then this other site popped up over
the top of it. I thought, fuck! I was going to try to get rid of it,
but when I looked it was these"

He clicks onto a slide show. The first pic shows a very cute blond
kid who looks about ten. He's stark naked and his little cock's rock
hard. The next pic is a tall, slim boy; I'd guess he's twelve or
thirteen. He's naked too and he's got a massive hard on, must be all
of six inches and really thick; big balls too. Odd though, it'sgot no
hair on it. Every five seconds another pic comes up. Two boys about
our age are lying on a bed fondling each other. They're both slim and
cute, one dark haired, one dirty blond. Their cocks are both about
the same size as Shane's, but don't seem to have any hair on them.
The picture changes; the blond boy is sucking his mate's cock. I can
hardly believe what I'm seeing. It changes again; they've swapped
over and the boy who's doing the sucking has got his middle finger up
his friend's bum. Next pic: the blond boy is lying on his tummy while
his mate sticks this plastic dick-thing up him.

I glance down at Shane; he's playing with himself. This is wild! He's
obviously going to expect a lot more than a bit of messing about. In
the next pic the blond boy is on his back again with his legs right
back over his shoulders. The other boy's kneeling on the bed fucking
him up the bum. Christ! I'd never thought of doing it like that! The
show moves on. The blond boy is now down on all fours; his friend's
cock right up inside him. The final pic is a close-up of the same
thing, taken from underneath, I guess. You can see the blond boy's
slim, hard cock and his cute little balls, and the other boy's cock
about halfway into his bum. I never expected to see anything like
this! I'm hit by a quick reality check. Sure, seeing these pics has
made me as horny as fuck, but I feel uneasy somehow. I mean, who's
taking the pictures? An adult, it has to be. I certainly wouldn't
want an older guy taking pics of me and Justin! I'm not going to say
anything though; I don't want to get into an argument over it.

He grins up at me.

"Is that cool or what?" he asks.

"Sure, but aren't you worried about your mum finding them?"

"Doesn't even know how to turn this thing on!" he replies, still
grinning.

He gets up from his chair and flops down on the bed, motioning for me
to come and join him. With his short, mousey coloured hair, blue eyes
and cheeky, street-boy smile he really is very cute. I get onto the
bed and snuggle up next to him; moments later we're back into
fondling each other's cocks. I'm still trying to get my head round
what's going on, though. This is so exciting, but it shouldn't be
happening, it just shouldn't.

"Andrew," he asks, "you and Justin doing stuff, yeah?"

"Yeah." I respond quietly. I'm not going to lie; I've already told
Ashley we're boyfriends.

"Cool!" he whispers. "Do you suck his cock?"

"Yeah."

"Does he suck yours?"

"Yeah."

"All the way, till you, you know."

"Yeah."

"Fuck! That's awesome, man! Can he cum?"

"Yeah, a bit. Not very much but he does cum."

"Cool! D'you let him cum in your mouth?"

"Yeah."

"Wow! Fuck, I knew you were hot for him! D'you want to suck mine?"

"Do bears like honey?" I whisper.

I scoot down and take it into my mouth, gently holding the base
between thumb and forefinger. It's bigger than Justin's but not as
big as Craig's; it feels perfect. I take it pretty slow; I don't want
him to cum just yet. Shane's moaning quietly, gently running fingers
though my hair. He's loving it! After a couple of minutes I pull off
and snuggle up with him again.

"Did you like that?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Fuckin' awesome!" he responds, still gasping for breath. "Shall I
suck yours?"

"Yeah."

He goes down much the same way I did. He licks the head for a few
seconds, looking quite nervous, then slowly takes it into his mouth.
It's obvious he's never done this before, but he's as good as told me
that anyway. He pushes further down on it, his teeth scraping over
the skin.

"Owww!" I protest. "Put your lips over your teeth; that hurts!"

He does as I say; within a few seconds he's into a nice rhythm. He's
getting good at this! Not in Justin's class maybe but I won't be
complaining! A minute later he lets me go and we snuggle up together
again.

"Andrew," he whispers. "You and Justin, have you fucked him?"

I really want to say no; actually I don't want to answer the question
at all, but Shane and I have been so close for, like, ages; I'm not
going to start lying to him now.

"We did it once," I reply, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Did he like it?" Shane asks insistently, clearly getting hornier by
the second.

"He seemed okay with it at the time, but afterwards his bum was
really sore and he made a mess in his underpants, so we haven't done
it again."

"Oh," Shane comments, like the answer wasn't one he'd expected. He
pauses for a few seconds then whispers right in my ear. "When I found
those pics, you know, the one where the kid's having that plastic
thing stuffed up his bum, I just couldn't stop thinking about it. I
know it sounds dirty, but I was dying to find out what it felt like.
I tried doing it with my finger; that was pretty good but I couldn't
get it in far enough. So I was wondering what I could do it with. I
went down to the kitchen and found a carrot. It looked about the
right size. Then I got some baby oil from the bathroom, put it all
over the carrot, then I stuffed it up there. It was awesome! When I
got it about halfway in it touched something up inside my bum, made
my cock jump, felt fuckin' amazing! So I kept doing it; it was like
being wanked off from inside only loads better. I only did it for
about a minute and I was hardly touching my cock and I spunked all
over the place! Fuckin' awesome!"

I put my arm round his shoulder and snuggle up even closer, not even
trying to think what to say. The few moments silence are wonderful;
calm and totally relaxing. I wish we could stay like this forever. I
can hardly believe what he's just told me except that I know he's not
a bullshitter. And in any case he's got it all right. He wouldn't
know about touching the sex gland in your bum unless he'd done it. I
know what's coming next.

"Andrew, d'you want to fuck me?" he whispers.

My head's telling me I shouldn't be doing this; my cock's saying it
wants it, and it wants it right now.

"Are you sure? You know it always hurts the first time you take it."

"Yeah! No problem. After I did it with the carrot I got this jelly
stuff. Put some of that up there first, then do it."

He passes me a tube, same sort of stuff Craig uses. I know what to
do; I've been on the receiving end enough times. Use plenty of jelly;
one finger to start with, then two, gradually working them in and
out, stretching his cute little hole. Finally I put a third finger
in.

"Ooh! That's good, man! Wow! Let me put some on your cock!"

I gently withdraw my fingers. He smears jelly over my cock then pulls
his legs right back over his shoulders, like the kid in the
photograph. I've never done it like this; Craig always has me lying
on my tummy with the pillows under my hips, but it makes sense, your
bum has to be more relaxed in this position. I get up onto my knees
and move round behind him. His rear entrance is clearly visible and
twitching invitingly. I guide my cock onto its target and push. It
goes about halfway in. It feels amazing, hot and tight. I look down.
Shane's still grinning, but he's gasping for breath and clearly
wincing too.

"You okay?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah! Just pull back a bit."

I do as he says, and wait for him to get used to it.

"Okay, push it in nice and slow!" he tells me.

I push forwards again. My cock hits his sex gland.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" he moans. "That is awesome!"

I give him a bit more.

"Oooh! Pull it back!"

I ease back very slowly. A minute later his breathing's returned to
normal.

"Yeah! That's wicked! Push it all in now!"

I grip him firmly around the thighs and slowly push it right in, his
cock jerking wildly as I hit his sex gland again. This is the most
amazing feeling ever! It's way better than when I did it with Justin;
I'm in control, I'm not rushing it. Shane looks ecstatic.

"Oh, wow!! Oh yeah! Go for it Andrew!"

I start off nice and slow. This is incredible! His bum's gripping my
cock like a vice. Shane's covered in perspiration and moaning
quietly. He's loving every second of it! Gradually, inexorably I
begin to speed up. I'm perspiring heavily and Shane's breathing's
getting more ragged by the second. I feel his thigh muscles twitch; a
moment later his bum tightens round my cock. Shane grabs his dick,
pushing it away from his body. His spunk spurts out in a succession
of powerful jets, splashing down on his face and chest in thick,
gooey globs. That is so wild! I'm really going for it now, pounding
into him like my life depends on it. Suddenly the bed's shaking, the
walls are shaking, and the floor; stars are flashing in front of my
eyes.

"Oh! Oh yes!! Nnng! Nnnng!! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!"

I plunge right into him. The spunk powers through my cock and floods
out into his bum, shooting over and over like it will never stop.
Finally it does stop. I'm so exhausted I can't move, I can't speak, I
can't do anything except stay right where I am, breathing harder than
I can ever remember. Shane's lying there impaled on my cock, covered
in a mixture of sweat and spunk. He looks so happy! I stay there for
at least half a minute until my heart rate starts to slow down. That
was the most amazing experience ever! I know Craig loves doing it to
me, but I'd no idea it could be that good!  I slowly ease back and my
semi-hard cock pops out of Shane's bum. He grabs his shower towel
from his schoolbag, quickly wipes himself down and throws it on the
floor.

"I'll put it in the wash later," he says, grinning at me.

He pats the bed; obediently I flop down next to him.

"Fuck! That was awesome!" he breathes. "I can feel all your spunk up
my bum! Fuck! I never knew I could cum that much!" He pauses for a
few seconds. "What about you? Did you cum a lot?"

"Yeah! I thought it wasn't going to stop!" I whisper.

"So you liked doing it then?"

"You said it; awesome!" I tell him.

I snuggle right up to him. After soccer and sex I'm almost too tired
to move. I gently stroke his hair, then put my head right across and
try to kiss him. He pulls away.

"Yeukk! Don't want to do that!" he protests. "Do you and Justin
kiss?"

"Yeah, we love it!"

He screws his face up.

"Sorry, don't fancy it!"

"No problem!" I whisper, stroking his hair again. So he doesn't just
let me fuck him, he asks me to do it, but he doesn't want me to kiss
him. Strange! Oh well!!

He pushes up on one elbow and looks at me quizzically.

"Andrew," he enquires, "apart from me and Justin, have you ever done
it with anyone else?"

I take a deep breath.

"Yeah."

"Who?" he asks bluntly.

"Look, Shane, you'll have to promise not to tell anyone if I tell
you."

"No problem!" he replies, shrugging.

"Craig," I tell him.

His eyes widen.

"Craig! Are you kidding? Craig's got the girls fuckin' lining up to
go out with him! I've seen him in the evenings sometimes, round by
the shops. They're all over him! Fuck! I'd never have dreamed he'd be
into this! So when was that?"

"Started about a year ago, just messing about at first, then we got
into sucking each other and that. Then last Easter, he, well, you
know."

"Fuck! Has he got a big one?" he asks breathlessly.

"Bigger than us, but he's not a monster. You know those pics? The
second one, tall slim kid. About that size."

"Wow! That's amazing! Does it hurt when he does it?"

"Did the first couple of times. I'm used to it now."

"Do you like it then?"

"Yeah, it's cool! I always cum when he does it!"

"So you still do it then?"

"Yeah. Saturday afternoons, Mum goes round to see Gran and Granddad,
Craig comes round to mine and we do it."

"Fuck! I'd love to have him fuck me!"

"You know Craig, don't you?" I ask.

"Yeah, course I do! He only lives down the road!"

"Yeah, well if you see him on his own, get chatting to him, give him
a bit of a come-on, ask him if he likes you or something, see what
happens. Don't say anything about doing it with me though!"

"Yeah! Cool! Don't worry, I won't say anything. You're not going to
tell anyone, are you?"

"No, there's no need to. Everybody knows we're mates and nobody
thinks you're gay, so it's not a problem."

I look at my watch.

"Shit! It's nearly ten to six! Mum gets home at six; she'll kill me
if I'm not back! Sorry man, I've got to go!"

I have a quick wipe over with Shane's towel, jump into my clothes and
I'm out of the door. I make it just in time. I rattle on to mum about
the soccer trials and getting into the team and going to Shane's
house afterwards. She seems happy enough with that, actually really
pleased that I've got into the soccer team; she knows how important
that is to me. Christ! If she knew what we were doing afterwards
she'd go ballistic!

Saturday afternoon, Craig comes round the same as usual. He seems
different though, like he's not really up for it. We chat for ages
about soccer, about me and Justin, all sorts of stuff. He seems happy
that I've met someone I really like. He ends up not fucking me; we
just suck each other off instead. He doesn't cum as much as usual
either; I'm pretty sure I know why.