Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 20:31:47 +0000
From: Paul Francis <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'Andrew's Story', Chapter 5.

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                                FIVE

Sunday morning, and I'm lying in bed trying to figure it out. Shane's
a really good mate. Ashley said it; he's one of the best kids you
could ever meet. We've been mates a long time too. Having sex with
him a few days ago was the wildest, horniest thing I've ever done; it
was awesome. But I don't have the same feelings for him that I do for
Justin; I don't know why, but I just don't. It's the same with Craig,
I guess. He's been like an older brother, always there when I've
needed him, always helping me, encouraging me. I love having sex with
him too, but I don't have those feelings for him either. With Justin
there's something extra. Don't ask me what it is; I couldn't tell
you. I just know it's there. I don't know why either; it just is.
Life can be pretty confusing sometimes, growing up, getting feelings
you've never had before and trying to work out what to do about them.
And when those feelings are directed towards a boy, a boy you've
known for less than two weeks, that's even more difficult.

It's not that I'm complaining. Being with Justin is the most amazing
thing in the whole world, but, well, it's hard too. I suppose we're
lucky in one way. After what Shane calls `that run-in with Jenkins',
Justin being gay or me being gay isn't even mentioned. But I want to
do it right. I don't want to let him down, ever. I want to be a real
friend, not like those so-called friends he had at junior school. But
I've got other things to focus on, my schoolwork, soccer, my other
friends. I'm not going to abandon them and I know Justin wouldn't
want me to. I know he said he wouldn't mind me having sex with other
guys if I wanted to, and he already knows about me and Craig, but I
don't feel comfortable with it. After I had sex with Shane it felt
like I'd let him down. I know it sounds stupid, but it's just the way
I feel.

In the afternoon I meet up with Shane at our club soccer match. We've
played in the same team since we were eight. It's a poor, scrappy
game. We squeak a 2-1 win but I know we haven't played well. A better
team would have run rings round us. After the game, Shane and I head
for home.

"I met up with Craig," he tells me quietly.

"Oh yeah? When was that?"  I ask casually.

"Yesterday morning. We went round to mine."

"You enjoyed yourself, then?" I enquire, giving him a mischievous
grin."

"Yeah! Fuck, man, it was awesome!" he enthuses. He lowers his voice
to a whisper. "He fucked me senseless!" He scowls slightly. "Told me
off for having those pictures though."

"Yeah?"

"Well, he was right. I wouldn't want pictures of me all over the
internet like that. I've got rid of them."

That's exactly what Craig would have done. I feel a bit guilty
though; I should have done that but I bottled it.

"I pretty much guessed you'd done it," I tell him giving him a big
smile. "Craig came to mine in the afternoon. Well, he sort of wasn't
as up for it as he usually is!"

"Sorry if I spoiled your fun!" he responds, trying not to laugh.

"You didn't!" I tell him. "It was cool. Anyway, I've got Justin now."

Shane's suddenly serious again, screwing his face up like he always
does when he's trying to get hold of an idea he doesn't really
understand.

"So you and Justin are, like, boyfriends then?"

"Yeah."

"So it's, like, not just about having sex with him."

"No."

"Cool," he responds absently, after a few seconds pause.

He doesn't get it; I knew he wouldn't. Fuck! I'm not even sure that I
get it. We arrive at Dean Court Road. I won't get invited in today;
it's nearly four o'clock and his mum will soon be back from her shift
in the supermarket. She has to work crazy hours just so Shane can
have decent soccer boots and stuff. It seems wrong that they have to
struggle like that; I'm glad we don't.

"See ya then!" he says, grinning brightly again.

I stand and watch as he walks the few yards to his house. He loves
his mum to bits; he should do too, she works so hard to give him a
decent life. I wonder how she'd feel about him having sex with other
boys. I put the thought out of my mind and make my way up the hill
towards home.

Tuesday afternoon and our school soccer match against St. Michael's,
I am way excited. My partner in the centre of defence is called Femi,
forget the surname, it's unpronounceable; his parents are from
Nigeria. We hit it off straight away. He's not quite as tall as me,
and not as good in the air, but he's more comfortable on the ball
than I am. We're calling to each other all through the game, just
like you're supposed to; we never get pulled out of position once.
Even though we've never played together before, it's obvious that
this is going to be a very good team. We've got eleven good players
on the pitch; St Michael's have about three. We win 5 - 1. It's an
awesome start.

After the match I head out of school with Shane.

"Want to come round to mine again?" he enquires, giving me a knowing
grin.

I check my watch; it's almost five-thirty.

"Sorry," I tell him. "There's not enough time; I've got to be home
for six or Mum will start asking awkward questions."

He shrugs, giving me a rueful smile.

"No problem! Craig says he'll come round after school tomorrow! I
still want to do it with you though!"

Talk about mixed emotions! In one way I'm just dying to have sex with
him again, but in another, I just feel I shouldn't be doing it.
Anyway, he's got Craig helping him get his rocks off, so that's cool.
I guess we probably will do it again sometime, maybe after soccer
practice on Thursday.

Things start to settle into a routine. Mondays, Wednesdays and
Fridays Justin comes round to my house and we have sex. In between,
there are the get-togethers with Shane, when I'm too horny to say no,
which is almost every time he asks me. Knowing how horny he is makes
him just about irresistible. He always wants me to fuck him. We do it
with Shane down on all fours, or standing up, feet wide apart bending
over a chair. I play with his cock while I'm fucking him and he cums
all over the place. We have to put an old towel there so we don't
make a mess.

But me and Justin, that's different. Do we make love? No, that sounds
stupid, like we're trying to cover up what we actually do. We do love
each other; I love Justin to bits and I know he feels the same way
about me, but what we do is have sex. That's pretty much a routine
too, I guess. We both know what we like doing and what we like the
other one to do. We lick, we suck, we fondle, we kiss. We kiss a lot.
Is it as wild and exciting as fucking Shane? No, but that's not the
point. I can't imagine ever feeling about anyone else the way I do
about Justin; just being with him would be enough, everything else is
a bonus. I get lots of bonuses. I'll tell you what the difference is.
After I've fucked Shane everything is, like, back to normal, almost
like it never happened. After I've had sex with Justin I'm on cloud
nine for days. Strange, huh?

I have to front-up to Craig too, the very next time he comes round. I
tell him the about Shane giving me the come-on in the showers, going
back to his house, the whole thing.

"After we'd done it he asked me if I'd ever done it with anyone else
apart from him and Justin." I say quietly, concluding my story.

"And?" he asks.

"First I made him promise not to breathe a word to anyone; he did, so
I told him. He went wild for it! I told him if that was what he
wanted, he should just let you know; I knew you wouldn't turn him
down!"

His eyes widen.

"Fuck!" he replies, grinning broadly. "So that was why he suddenly
came onto me! Fuck! I couldn't believe it! He's so cute but I never
dreamed he'd be into anything like that; he seems so straight! I
certainly never expected he'd want me to fuck him. I thought you were
a horny little sod, but he's something else! Have to keep very quiet
about it though. I don't want anyone finding out and I know Shane
doesn't."

"Yeah, well you know Shane won't say anything, and I'm not going to,
not even to Justin."

He ruffles my hair.

"You really care about Justin, don't you?" he asks.

"Yeah. It's hard to explain."

"Don't try," he responds, running his fingers down my back, "just
enjoy it."

It sounds like good advice; Craig always gives me good advice.

Wednesday, fourth week of term, Justin and I are having our special
time together.

"Andrew," he tells me, "this Saturday afternoon I've got my first
gymnastics competition for my new club. It's the first time I've
competed since I moved here. Last year I never did very well, what
with all the bullying at school and that, but since I've come here,
well, the kids at the new club are great and the coach is brilliant.
I've really started to improve, especially since I met you. Would you
like to come and watch? I'd love it if you would. Afterwards you can
come to my house for tea, and you can sleep over if you want; there
are twin beds in my room, so it won't be a problem you sleeping in
there with me."

I don't even have to think. Sure, it'll mean having to cancel my
regular meet-up with Craig, but that's not a problem, especially as
he'll be giving Shane a good seeing-to that morning.

"Wow!" I whisper, stroking his silky soft hair. "That would be
awesome!"

We collapse into a wonderful, mind-blowing kiss.

I tell Mum about the invitation when she gets home from work. After
tea she rings Justin's mum. They talk on the phone for, like, hours,
the way mum's do, I guess, but it's all set; I can go. Justin's mum
will pick me up at 11:30 Saturday morning and drop me off after
breakfast on Sunday. This is going to be totally amazing! Actually
sleeping with Justin, wow, that is so special! I know there are twin
beds, and I guess we'll start off that way and possibly finish that
way. In between? I guess we'll have to wait and see, but I want to
sleep with him snuggled right up next to me; I've got a fair idea
that's what he wants too.

Saturday, twenty past eleven and I'm all ready to go, dressed in my
best playing-out clothes with just a few things packed into a small
overnight bag. My heart's racing like I can't ever remember it. Just
before half past the doorbell rings. I run to open it. It's Justin
and his mum. I know it's his mum because she's holding a set of car
keys. I can't believe what I'm looking at; she is beautiful! She's
blond like Justin, a few inches taller than me and doesn't look old
enough to be anybody's mum! She chats to my mum for a couple of
minutes, her Manchester accent much stronger than Justin's. Mum gives
me a big peck on the cheek - so embarrassing! - and we're on our way.

The car's at the bottom of the drive, a BMW 5-series only about a
year old. I knew they had plenty of money and this just confirms it.
I sit in the back with Justin and seven year old Louise, the younger
of Justin's sisters. She's blond too and like a very pretty doll.
Claire, Justin's other sister, is in the front passenger seat. She's
ten, but actually a bit taller than Justin, blond and stunningly
pretty. Yeah, I know I'm into boys, but I still know what pretty is.
As she turns round to say hello I can see that her breasts are just
beginning to develop. Wow! She must have boys chasing her like
there's no tomorrow; I know plenty of boys who'd go crazy to go out
with a girl as pretty as her. It all makes sense, now too; they get
it from their mum, all of them.

We have to drive for almost an hour to a sports centre somewhere near
Tottenham. Justin grins at me.

"It's funny, dad will be just up the road in a couple of hours time;
Man United are away at Spurs today."

We make our way inside. Justin and Claire make their way to get
changed and join their team mates. I feel so nervous; I wouldn't be
this nervous if I was competing myself. There are six teams
representing clubs from all over North London, with each club having
two competitors in each exercise. Justin's competing in two
exercises, the floor and the vault. Claire is just competing in the
floor exercise in the girls' competition. The competition starts at
quarter past one. Some of the boys are very cute, I have to admit,
but none of them is anywhere like as cute as Justin. They're all
wearing long white gym pants over their shorts too; that is a
disappointment! It's two o'clock when the boys' floor exercise
starts. I can't believe the stuff these kids are doing, stretching,
tumbling, getting into seemingly impossible positions. The muscle
control is unbelievable.

Justin is drawn to compete tenth out of twelve. I can hardly bear to
watch, I'm so nervous. He goes through his routine without a mistake,
or at least one that I can see. When he's finished we wait for the
score. He's in third place, on for a bronze medal, but there are two
more boys still to go. Watching them is even worse. The first one
makes an obvious mistake; that's him out of the reckoning. The final
boy looks good, maybe as good as Justin. I know it's going to be
close. Waiting for his score to come up seems to take, like forever.
At last it flashes up on the screen. Justin's beaten him by one tenth
of a point. Yes! Yes! Yes!! I feel so elated for him. A few minutes
later he comes bouncing across to us, his medal round his neck. He
gives his mum a big kiss. I want to hug him, but I know I can't, not
in front of all those people. We give each other high fives.

"The vault starts in an hour," he says, smiling broadly. "That's my
main event."

In between is the girls' floor exercise. Odd, the girls perform to
music, the boys don't. I watch it because Claire's in it and it would
seem rude not to, but to be honest I find it a bit boring after
watching the boys. Claire does okay, finishing fifth. At last it's
time for the boys' vault. Each boy has to do two vaults. Justin's
drawn towards the end again, ninth this time. I watch each boy
twisting and somersaulting through the air, totally amazed by how
springy and supple they all are. Then it's Justin's turn. My heart is
in my mouth; I've never felt as nervous as this. He runs in and just
explodes off the vaulting horse; he goes way higher than anyone else,
twisting and somersaulting and landing perfectly. That has to be the
best so far, surely? It is; when the score comes up he's got a clear
lead. The other three boys take their first vaults. One of them goes
into second place.

They move onto the second vault. Nobody does anything that threatens
Justin's first vault score; all he'll have to do is just match them
on his second vault and he'll win. I watch him as he stands at the
start of the runway. He looks so composed, so focussed. He sprints
in. I'm so nervous it seems like he's running in slow motion. Then
wow! Just wow! He springs off the box, twisting and somersaulting and
landing facing back towards the vaulting horse. He does take a small
step back when he lands; I know that's a mistake, but the vault was
so much more difficult than anything the other boys have done that it
can't matter. The score comes up. Even with the mistake it's a higher
score than his first vault. One of the last three boys will have to
do something superhuman to win it now. They don't, of course;
Justin's won by a big margin. The feelings of elation and euphoria
make this one of the most unbelievable experiences I've ever had. I
know he's been through a lot, and a lot his mum and dad don't really
know about. To see him perform like that is just so perfect. I feel
so proud of him; he is one very special kid.

"Mum," he asks as he comes over to show us his gold medal, "can we
stay to the end, there's only one more exercise. I think we might win
the team prize."

His mum smiles indulgently.

"Oh, go on! You're dad won't be back until six so it won't matter. I
can't say no when you've done so well, can I?"

Justin squats down next to me as we begin watching the boys competing
on the rings. All the exercises have looked hard; this one looks
downright painful.

"I can't do this," Justin whispers. "My arms aren't strong enough."

Yeah, well I know where he's coming from there; I can't imagine how
anyone's arms can be strong enough to do what these kids are doing.
The competition comes to a close; Justin's team mates have finished
third and sixth. It's enough; they've won the boys' team competition
by two points. Justin seems more elated with that than with his own
performance; I guess that's one of the things that makes him so
special.

At five thirty we set off for home. Justin is very quiet; I just
leave him to chill out. I know what it's like playing in an important
soccer match where I've got a really good centre forward to mark and
I can't let my concentration wander for a second. That's hard, but I
can't even imagine how hard it is to perform the way Justin has. He
needs some time to unwind; I know I always do. At six twenty we turn
into Birchwood Park. The houses are huge. We pull into the drive of
one of the biggest ones. There's a Mercedes S-Class already parked
there. That has to be his dad's car. Yeah, well I already knew they
had lots of money, but it still comes as a shock, seeing it like
that.

We make our way inside. I don't know what I expected his dad to be
like, but it wasn't anything like he actually is: late thirties,
probably just under six feet tall, quite slim, dark wavy hair, very
tanned, dressed in designer label jeans and polo top. He's a real fit
looking guy. The real surprise is that Justin's nothing like him;
none of the kids are. He gives Justin's mum a quick kiss.

"So how did you get on?" he asks enthusiastically.

Justin shows him his medals.

"Well done! That's brilliant, that!" he responds, giving Justin a hug
and ruffling his hair. "Well, we won too so it's been a good day all
round. What about you, miss?" he says, addressing Claire.

"Fifth," she replies somewhat disconsolately.

He gives her a big hug.

"You've got to keep working at it. You'll succeed if you put the work
in."

He turns to me, extending a hand. I take it in mine; the handshake is
warm and positive.

"You must be Andrew," he says brightly. "Justin's told us a lot about
you. So you're a soccer player then?"

"Yes."

"What position do you play?"

"Centre of defence."

"Right! And now the key question: who do you support?"

"Arsenal, of course!" I say, grinning at him.

He's smiling too.

"The enemy! I thought it would be! Seriously though, they're a great
side. Do you ever go to see them?"

"No, mum's not into soccer really, and she says I'm too young to go
on my own. My Granddad was going to take me, but he had a stroke when
I was five so he can't do that any more."

"That's a real shame!" he says. "Well, if I get tickets for our game
at Highbury I'll take you along; you might even persuade Justin to
come!"

"Thanks!" I mutter, feeling well embarrassed.

"Right," he announces. "I've put dinner on, it shouldn't be long!"

"You mean you turned the oven on!" Claire says mockingly.

Justin shows me around the house. Inside it seems even bigger, and
they've got everything you can think of. Huge plasma screen
television in the lounge room with full surround sound, leather sofas
and armchairs, hardwood floors, the whole works. Everything is
absolutely top class. We make our way upstairs. Justin's room is way
bigger than mine, he's got his own television, DVD player, hi-fi, top
of the range computer; he's even got his own bathroom.

"I had to fight Claire for this," he tells me. "She wanted this room,
so we tossed for it and I won. Her room's pretty cool though."

We flop down on the beds, me on one, Justin on the one that's
obviously his.

"Your dad seems really nice," I tell him.

"Yeah, well I told you, he's great at getting on with people, that's
why he's a brilliant salesman. Mum says he could sell ice to
Eskimos!"

"Well, I just hadn't expected him to be like that, I guess."

Justin shrugs.

"Yeah, dad's cool, but where was he today?"

The hurt in his voice is obvious. He says he doesn't mind his dad not
being there, but he does. There's nothing I can say to him. I want to
give him a big hug, but I guess this isn't the right time. A moment
later we're called down to dinner.

Dinner is brilliant; Justin's mum isn't just beautiful, she can cook
too. There's lots of casual conversation about this and that; it's
all very relaxed.

"There's a boy in your class lives just down the road," Justin's dad
comments. "You never seem to have anything to do with him."

"Yeukk! David McIntyre!" Justin explodes. "He's a real snob, thinks
he's better than everyone else, always going on about how his dad's
this big film producer and how he knows all these famous people. I
hate him! He's always creeping round the teachers too, isn't he
Andrew?"

David McIntyre is in Ashley's tutor group, but I'm with him for
classes like maths and English. He's a grade one snob and a real
creep as well.

"Yeah, well he is always creeping to the teachers, but I've never had
much to do with him," I comment, trying to sound non-committal.

"I know him," Claire says dismissively. "He's creepy!"

Their dad seems a bit surprised.

"Well, I only asked!" he responds, grinning. "Sounds like he's not
everybody's most popular person!"

He's certainly got that right. I don't like the kid and I don't know
anyone who does. He isn't even cute. I hadn't realised he lived up
here. The evening passes uneventfully. We play some computer games,
we watch some television on the big plasma screen, we chat about this
and that. At some point Louise goes off to bed and Claire follows
about an hour later. Pretty soon it's ten o'clock.

"Okay, you two!" Justin's mum announces. "Time for bed! Justin,
you've still got all your homework to do tomorrow."

We head off up the stairs. I've been looking forward to this, but I'm
still not quite sure how we're going to play it. Justin closes the
bedroom door behind us.

"How do you usually sleep?" He asks.

"Just in my underpants. You?"

"In my boxers, so that's cool." He whispers right up close to me.
"Look, we'll just have to go to bed like we're supposed to for now.
I'll put the telly on, we can chat for a bit. About half past mum
will come in and turn it off and tell us to go to sleep. They'll go
to bed about eleven; they always do. I'll set the alarm on my watch
for quarter to twelve, just in case I fall asleep. Then I'll come and
join you, okay?"

"Yeah, brilliant! So can we stay together the whole night then?"

"Yeah, sort of. I'll reset the alarm for half past six, so we can
have some more fun before anyone else is awake, if you're up for
that. Nobody else will be up before eight o'clock. Well, Louise might
be but she won't come in here, she'll just go and watch cartoons on
the telly downstairs."

"Yeah, that's way cool," I respond.

We start to get undressed. I'm already very excited and my briefs
aren't doing anything to hide it. This could be a very long couple of
hours!

"Hehe! You're hard already!" Justin giggles. He whispers right in my
ear. "So am I!"

He pulls his cargo pants off allowing me to see the tent in his
shorts. We hop into our separate beds and Justin switches on the
telly. I lie back and try to relax. That's easier said than done when
Justin's almost naked in the bed just a few feet away.

"Justin," I ask, "you know this afternoon, when you came to take your
second vault, you could have done a much easier vault, like the other
kids were doing, and you'd still have won, but you didn't, you went
for a really difficult one. Why?"

"It's competition, isn't it? You've always got to be testing
yourself, that's what Terry, my coach says. I dunno really. Those
were the two vaults I'd practised, so that's what I did. Anyway,
playing it safe isn't much fun, is it? You should know; you never
bottle out of anything!"

I hadn't thought of it like that, but I guess he's right. Bang on cue
his mum comes in to turn the telly off.

"Okay lads, off to sleep please! I want you out of bed in the morning
eight o'clock sharp!"

"Goodnight, Mrs. Marshall." I say, trying to sound sleepy.

"Goodnight mum!" Justin squeaks. "Thanks for taking us today."

She gives Justin a kiss and a hug then turns of the light and makes
her way out, closing the door as she leaves. This is going to be the
hard part. I'm so horny I hardly know which day of the week it is,
but I'm going to have to wait for well over an hour. Still, I'm
reckoning it's going to be worth it. As it goes I doze off; the next
thing I know, Justin's in bed with me feeling me up in my underpants.
I reach out to return the favour. Justin's already naked, his boxers
discarded before he got into my bed, his hard cock throbbing between
my fingers.

"Come on, lover boy!" he whispers. "Let's get those off! I don't
think you're going to be needing them for a bit!"

He puts his fingers into the waistband of my briefs; I lift my bum
slightly off the bed as he pulls them right off over my feet. We wrap
our arms around each other and collapse into the most delicious,
passionate kiss, our bodies meshed together, cocks rubbing against
each other, tongues intertwined. This is amazing; I could stay like
this forever. I run my fingers down Justin's back and over his bum,
his body so beautifully firm but his skin so soft and silky smooth. I
stroke his hair. That feels like silk too. He is perfection! I am so
lucky to be here, so lucky just to have met him!

It's several minutes before our lips part.

"Happy?" Justin whispers.

"Mmmmm!" I respond enthusastically.

"I want to suck your cock!" he breathes.

I roll onto my back so he can go down on me, but instead of just
putting his head on my tummy like he usually does, he turns round and
climbs right over the top of me. My cock is all warm and wet, my
cockhead quickly hitting the back of his throat. He's holding the
base of my cock between thumb and forefinger of one hand and
massaging my balls with the other. This is fantastic! I want to do a
sixty nine, but he's just not tall enough; I can't get there. His
bum's right in front of my face. Without even thinking about it I
push myself up onto my elbows and start licking him. In a matter of
seconds my tongue's right on his little rosebud entrance, licking it,
pushing at it. I've never even thought about doing this; it's just
happened! His bum relaxes, allowing my tongue to push its way inside.
The effect is electrifying; he's sucking me like the world's about to
end! I pull my knees up so my feet are flat on the bed. I move his
hand off my balls and guide his fingers towards my pucker. He goes
straight to it. I reach down to my bag, pull out the tube of gel, and
pass it to him. He lubes up his fuckfinger and pushes it right into
me. This is the wildest, horniest thing we've ever done, it just has
to be! I'm tonguing his tight little bum, he's sucking me and finger-
fucking me and, oh wow, I can hardly breathe, my body's twitching all
over, and the sensations in my cock are just unreal. Suddenly, I lose
it big time.

"Nng! Nnngg! Uhhhhh!! Aaaarrggghhhh!!!"

The cum powers though my cock, flooding over and over into Justin's
mouth. He sucks and licks and swallows till I've no more left to
give. This is heaven, it has to be! I am totally out of it. That is
as good as it gets; nothing can ever be more intense than that.
Slowly I get my breath back. Justin's lying back down in his normal
place, his face an inch from mine.

"That was awesome!" he whispers. "You shot loads!" he pauses for a
second. "Andrew, d'you want me to fuck you?"

Oh wow! This was just not supposed to happen! He's the small, pretty
one. I'm the kid who's tall for his age, the soccer player, all of
that. I'm supposed to be the top, right? Wrong! Justin fucking me is
exactly what I want. Since he started doing it with Shane, Craig's
only fucked me once in the past month, and I want it; I want it right
now! I grab a towel from my bag, pull the pillows into the middle of
the bed and spread the towel over them. I know I've only just cum,
but if this goes anything like I think it could, I might well cum a
second time and I don't want to mess the bed.  I lie down on my
tummy, legs apart, the pillows under my hips. I pull my bum cheeks
apart as Justin lowers himself onto me. He guides his cock onto my
pucker; I relax and it slides right in. It takes him a few moments to
settle himself then he sets to work. This is the most unreal feeling
of all. His rock hard spike massaging my sex gland, his beautiful,
firm body pressing down on top of mine, his fingers gripping my
shoulders, his boy aroma, his hot breath flooding over me; I'm being
transporting to a totally different world, and getting hornier with
every thrust. My cock's throbbing and straining against the pillows;
I know I won't be able to hold it for long. The spasms start right
down at my toes before rushing up and throwing my whole body into
crazy convulsions, my bum tightening around Justin's cock. I unload
onto the towel, making my tummy all sticky.

On top of my Justin is losing it too. He thrusts right into me then
lies there perfectly still, gasping for air. After maybe half a
minute his softening cock pops out of my bum. Awesome! There is no
other word for it. We snake around so we're face-to-face again and go
into a fantastic, passionate kiss.

"Justin," I whisper as our lips separate, "this afternoon you were my
hero, you were awesome, and so was that! I love you so much!"

After I've used the bathroom and returned the spunky towel to my bag,
we snuggle up in bed together and fall asleep with Justin's head on
my chest. That is just the perfect way to end it. When I wake up he's
still there, looking more beautiful than ever, the pale October
sunshine streaming through a gap in the curtains. I check my watch.
It's twenty past six. Justin's alarm will go off in ten minutes. I
lie there listening to him breathing, feeling his chest rising and
falling against mine, enjoying the sheer tranquillity of it. If I've
ever felt totally at peace, it's now.

At six thirty the alarm goes off. Justin shakes himself awake and
smiles up at me.

"Sleep okay?" he enquires.

"Brilliant! The best ever!" I tell him.

"Me too!"

Fuck! I love this kid! We take turns using his bathroom then settle
back onto my bed. It's been my first chance to take a really good
look at him. He is so beautiful, I just can't describe it. His cock's
grown amazingly in the last few weeks, right now it's a good three
and a half inches, and noticeably thicker than it was; his balls are
bigger too. If we're never able to do this again, at least I'll
always remember this one perfect night.

"Do you want to fuck me again?" I ask him.

"Uh huh! I want you to suck me off, then I want to suck you off! But
I'm going to finger you while I do it; I want you to finger me too.
How's that sound?"

"Sounds pretty cool to me!"

I retrieve the gel from my bag, lube up my middle finger the settle
my head on his tummy and take his rigid cock into my mouth. It feels
brilliant. I slide my hand down between his legs and set to work on
his bumhole, gently working my finger inside him until I reach the
first knuckle. He's incredibly tight; how I ever managed to fuck him
the first time we had sex I just don't understand. It must have hurt
like hell. I'm sucking him for real now, slowly working my finger in
and out of his bum. He's stroking my hair, pushing me down, his
breathing becoming more and more ragged. I know he's close. I
increase the tempo and push my finger in a bit further. His thigh
muscles bulge, his bum gripping my finger like a vice. His cock jumps
violently in my mouth as his little jets of boycum squirt into it. I
lick up every last drop and swallow it down. Nothing can ever taste
better than that! I gently remove my finger and let him go.

"Andrew! That was evil!" he breathes. "Okay, my turn now!"

"Mmmmm!"
"Like last night, okay?"

"Mmmmm!!"

I pass him the lube and we get into position.

"Use two fingers if you want," I tell him.

I lie back as he sets to work. Above me his bumhole is twitching like
crazy. I push up onto my elbows and begin licking it; in less than
ten seconds my tongue is right inside him. He's really going for it
too, sucking right down to the base of my cock and working two
fingers into my bum. He's touching my sex gland so there's no way
this will take long. I feel the spasms start, my balls getting tight.
Instinctively I grab the back of his head and gently hold him in
position as wad after wad of thick, sticky cum spurts into his mouth.
He licks it all up and swallows it, just like I did.

He lets me go and flops down next to me. It's seven o'clock.

"That's another big load you've given me!" he whispers. "It was
yummy!"

We spend half an hour just chilling out on the bed, kissing and
fondling each other. Nothing more is necessary. At half past seven
it's time to have a shower and get dressed. By the time Justin's mum
comes to wake us up we're already pottering about down in the
kitchen, back to being two ordinary boys again. Only we're not. The
last twenty four hours has been the greatest day of my entire life.
Right now, Justin and I are closer than ever.