Date: Thu, 04 Aug 2005 23:07:51 +0000
From: Paul Francis <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'Andrew's Story' Chapter 7.

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                                SEVEN

So it's all sorted, more or less. Mum's accepted it, Justin's parents
have accepted it; it's cool. It's not quite that simple though;
they've accepted it but they're still a bit uneasy, like they don't
really know how to handle it. I've talked to Justin and he feels the
same thing. All we can do is just keep being ourselves. We don't
flaunt our relationship in front of other people, but we wouldn't do
that anyway. We have to keep working hard at school, doing our sports
and all the stuff that boys our age are supposed to do; maybe that
will help them understand that we're just ordinary kids really, it's
just that we're both gay and love each other very much.

David McIntyre got sorted too. Ashley was as good as his word, not
that I ever doubted it. He was sent to Coventry. For a whole morning
nobody spoke to him, nobody even looked at him; we just pretended he
wasn't there. I couldn't believe how effective it was. In the lunch
break he went to Mr.Wainwright crying his eyes out. Ashley had to go
and explain why we'd done it. Mr. Wainwright's the best teacher we've
got; he knows what David's like and how unpopular he's made himself.
It turns out Ashley's dad taught Mr. Wainwright at University and
they know each other pretty well, not that Ashley's ever talked about
it, but that's Ashley for you. Anyway, Ashley gets to give David a
good talking-to about not spying on people, not telling stories to
his mum and all that sort of stuff. It seems to have worked; David
isn't suddenly friends with everyone, but he's not a problem now.

After the half term break Shane is promoted into the top maths class.
That's a total surprise. It's not that Shane isn't bright, but he's
never been that interested; for as long as I've known him he's lived
to play soccer. His mum can't help him with school work much, so he's
just done enough to keep his head above water. But suddenly he's
really keen to learn; I can't quite believe it.

"That's brilliant!" I tell him. "So what happened?"

"Nothing much," he responds. "I just did it."

Something's not right here, I know it isn't. It isn't like Shane to
brush things off like that as though he doesn't want to talk about
it. When we're walking home from soccer training he gives me the
proper answer.

"You know you asked me how I got into the top maths class?"

"Yeah?"

"Craig's been helping me with stuff. I didn't want to say that in
front of the others."

"Oh, right!" I respond, not fully tuned into what he's just told me.

"He came round one Saturday morning, for, you know. I was trying to
do my maths homework, but I was really struggling; the teacher we had
in the other class is useless. Craig started explaining it to me;
suddenly it all made sense! He explained it way better than the
teacher did. It just carried on from there. Then he told me if I
worked hard I could get into the top class." He looks at me very
intently. "I've never had anyone spend time with me like that,
helping me, encouraging me and stuff. It made me want to do it; I
don't know why, it just did." He takes a long pause. "So it isn't
just about sex."

It finally clicks in my head; he feels the same way about Craig that
I do about Justin. I look at him; he's giving me his most beautiful
smile.

"Wow! That is so cool!" I say quietly, wondering if Craig feels the
same way about him.

Shane reaches up and whispers right in my ear.

"I let him kiss me now. I love it!" He gives me a big grin. "He's
been helping me with other stuff too. I'm going to try and get in the
top set for some other classes. I know I can do it!"

I am so happy for him. I wonder if Craig knows how much of a
difference he's made.

The only downside to all of this is that Richard will be on his own
in that maths class now, and with a useless teacher. I guess I
haven't said much about Richard as I've been writing this. It isn't
because he's not important, but he's been sort of at the edge of
things. It's often like that with Richard. He lives near Shane on
Dean Court; they've played together since they were tiny. Their mums
work at the same supermarket; his dad's a warehouse foreman for a big
motor parts company. Richard's very close to his dad, much the same
as Ashley is, I guess. He's the baby of the gang. It isn't just that
he's the youngest; he won't be twelve until next July, but he's still
got a sort of innocence about him. Sure he knows that Justin's gay
but I know he doesn't really understand what it means and I don't
think he's got a clue about how things are with me and Justin. I'd
guess he's about average in most classes and pretty ordinary at
sports. He's about average looking too; straight, medium-length brown
hair, brown eyes, not fat, but a bit chubbier than the rest of us,
the only really cute thing about him is his smile. Richard smiles a
lot. It doesn't matter what happens, Richard will find something to
smile about. That can be so important sometimes. He's just so loyal,
so reliable. If ever I need a friend, he'll be there, just like
Ashley said. I'd miss him terribly if he wasn't; we all would.

It's eight o'clock when I call Craig; I tell him what Shane said to
me.

"Yeah," he replies, sounding uneasy.

"What's the problem?" I ask. "I thought you'd be pleased."

"I am. It's just that." he pauses. "Well, I'd told myself I'd never
feel like that about another boy. I like having sex, nothing more
than that. Pretty soon I'd find a girl I'd fall in love with then I'd
forget about doing it with boys. Only it hasn't happened that way."

There's a long pause. "Would you walk off a cliff for him?" I
enquire.

"Yeah." he whispers.

"That's the way I feel about Justin; you just can't explain it."

"That's right. You know I've always wanted to be a teacher? Well now
I know I do. It's such a buzz seeing him really working hard and
improving so much; I feel so proud of him. In some ways it's even
better than.. you know!"

"Yeah, well you're doing a great job," I tell him.

"Thanks! You won't say anything, will you?"

"Of course not! My lips are sealed!"

"Cool! I really don't know how to deal with this. Shane's three years
younger than me. If it came on top I could be in serious shit. You're
lucky; your mum's accepted the idea and so have Justin's parents.
They might not like it too much but at least you don't have to
pretend. But you two are the same age; this is a bit different. We've
got to keep it quiet; there's no other choice."

"Yeah, I understand. I won't breathe a word, I promise!"

I end the call reflecting on how stupid and unfair it all is. Craig's
helped Shane as much as anyone ever has, more probably. Thanks to
him, Shane's attitude at school has changed totally. They're having
sex because they both want to, but if anyone finds out, Craig will be
in big trouble. It doesn't make sense.

The following Sunday I'm playing in a club soccer match, the same as
usual. We've been playing about five minutes when I hear some
familiar voices, shouting for me. I can't believe it; apart from our
coach, it's pretty rare for anyone to shout for me. The parents that
come to watch us only really shout for their own kids. I look around
and there they are, Justin and his dad; they've come to watch me
play! Well I guess we're playing pretty well anyway, certainly much
better than a few weeks ago, but having them there gives me such a
boost. I'm half a yard quicker to the ball, I'm getting up for
headers even better than I usually do and my concentration's sharper
than ever. We win a corner. I go forward for it, the same as always.
Jamie Nash sends it over, fast and deep. I run in and make the
biggest leap of my life. Time seems to stand still, like I'm
suspended in mid-air. I meet the ball perfectly, powering it into the
bottom corner of the goal. It's the best header I've ever struck; the
goalkeeper has no chance.

Justin and his dad are shouting for Shane too. It seems to be having
the same effect on him. Shane's always good, but today there's just
that bit extra. We win 4-1 against a team we thought we might
struggle against. It's the best I've played all season; it's probably
the best I've ever played. As we leave the pitch Justin and his dad
come over to congratulate us.

"Well done!" Tony says, smiling at me enthusiastically and giving me
a congratulatory hug. "You played a blinder! The goal was superb and
you never gave their centre forward an inch. Fantastic!" He turns to
Shane. "And you, young man! You played beautifully!"

"Thanks for coming," I respond, feeling almost embarrassed. "It was
great hearing somebody shouting for me like that."

"Yeah, thanks!" Shane adds, grinning from ear to ear.

"No problem! We've really enjoyed ourselves, haven't we Justin?"

The sparkle in Justin's eyes says it all. "Yeah, it was awesome,
especially when you scored!"

"D'you want a ride home?" Tony enquires.

"Sorry, but we're a bit muddy, I don't want to mess up your car," I
say, feeling a bit awkward.

"Not a problem, we thought of that," he tells me, still grinning
broadly. "Come on, it'll save you the walk. Get you home to a nice
hot shower!"

"Thanks." It's all I can find to say. As we head towards the car it
hits me; the uneasiness has gone. Maybe Tony still doesn't really
understand it, but somehow he's comfortable with it now, like I just
passed a test or something. I don't care; I'm just pleased that it's
happened. When I get home, I can't wait to tell mum about it all. I
rattle on to her like an excited eight year old for fully five
minutes.

"Well," she says, giving me a wry smile, "I did mention that nobody
ever goes to watch you play. He asked when your next home match was."

"When was that?" I asked, completely taken aback.

"Sometime last week. He rang to say that they were very happy that
Justin was still working hard at school and the gym club and
everything seemed to be going well. He just asked me to keep an eye
out and let them know if there was anything I wasn't happy with. I
said there wasn't. I told him you were a trier and that you always
worked hard. I'd soon know if you slacked off. Then I mentioned about
the soccer."

I give her a hug and a big sloppy kiss.

"Thanks mum!"

"Andrew!" she shrieks. "You're all dirty! Now get in that shower!"

I trot upstairs, still grinning. This has been one of the best days
of my whole life.

Autumn is closing in fast, The November chill turning the warmth of
the early part of term into no more than a memory. The last Saturday
of the month brings us to Justin's birthday. It's funny; he's
actually the oldest of all of us, beating me by ten days, though
being small and blond he certainly doesn't look it. He's having a
party and we're all invited. Better than that, I get to sleep over.
Am I looking forward to that! My first sleepover there was amazing;
this is going to be even better! It'll be strange in a way though.
Since the trouble with David McIntyre Justin and I been having sex at
my house before mum gets home from work, just like we did before. We
wouldn't dream of doing it while she was there. But when I sleep
over, well, Justin's mum and dad are going to be just a few yards
away, knowing that we're having sex. I guess it's not weird at all
really, but it certainly feels weird.

By five o'clock the whole gang is assembled in the playroom at
Justin's house, trying out the new computer game his mum and dad
bought him. It's odd in a way; he doesn't play computer games much
and certainly isn't very good at them. Shane and Richard are
completely into it. Anyway we're all having fun just hanging out
together, enjoying each others' company. What could be more ordinary
than that? At quarter past six we're called through for tea, with
Louise and Claire joining us. Justin's mum has done us proud; it's
delicious! Finally the boy himself gets to blow out the twelve
candles on his cake and open the presents we bought him, a really
neat baseball cap from Shane and Richard, a book of funny poems from
Ashley and a small gold chain from me. It's a great evening; Justin's
parents seem so happy to see him surrounded by his friends like this.

After tea it's back to the playroom, Claire tagging along with us.
That's cool with me and nobody else seems to mind. Shane and Richard
are straight back into Justin's computer games; Justin and I are
happy enough just watching them. After about five minutes I look up
and there they are, Ashley and Claire, sitting together on the sofa
chatting away like they've known each other for years. They can't
take their eyes off each other! It's not too much of a surprise;
Claire is stunningly pretty and Ashley's a really fit looking kid,
especially with his dirty-blond hair mussed up even more than usual;
he's charming and funny too. They look perfect together, smiling and
laughing at each other, Ashley's bright blue eyes sparkling like I've
never seen before.

I whisper in Justin's ear. "It looks like Ashley's got a girlfriend!"

He looks up. "Oh, that's cool! Ashley's way nicer than any of the
boys Claire's been with before. Well, there have only been two,
actually, but Ash is much fitter than them!"

The time seems to fly past. Justin's mum comes in to ask if anyone
wants a soft drink or another piece of cake.

"Mum," Claire asks, "is it okay if I show Ashley my room?"

"Yes, go on love, Don't be long!"

Justin and I look at each other, trying to stop ourselves giggling.
Ashley's never had a girlfriend, but he's pretty clued in; I can't
help wondering what they'll be getting up to. What the hell! Whatever
they're doing, they won't be going anywhere like as far as Justin and
I will in a few hours time. Fifteen minutes later they reappear.
Ashley's looking very pleased with himself. I feel so happy for him;
he's such a great kid and he's been my best friend for so long, it's
awesome to see him experiencing just a little of the joy that I've
found.

Down on the carpet Richard and Shane are still playing together like
they have done for almost ten years.  They're great kids too. Somehow
it's almost like Shane's become two different people, the regular,
fun-loving eleven year old he is right now, and the horny little
beast that he is when he's alone with Craig, or with me for that
matter. In a way it would have been nice if Craig could have been
here too, but it just wouldn't have worked.

Claire gives Ashley a peck on the nose and heads up to the bathroom.
It's too good an opportunity to miss. I quickly slip onto the sofa
next to the genius skater-punk.

"Enjoying yourself?" I enquire.

"Mmmmm!" he responds, the sparkle in his eyes telling me everything I
need to know.

"What did you do when you went upstairs?" I whisper.

"I don't ask what you and Justin get up to!" he says in mock
disapproval.

"Well, did you kiss?"

"Mmmmm!" he responds again, nodding vigorously.

"Properly?"

"Yeah!"

"Did you put your tongue in her mouth?"

"Yeah!" he whispers. "It seemed a bit awkward at first, but then it
was way cool! Do you and Justin do that?"

"Yeah!"

"That's funny!" he says, giggling. He pauses for a second then
whispers right in my ear. "I had my hand round her waist and I sort
of wondered how far I could go, so I let it slide up, you know, onto
her breasts. I was almost shaking I was so nervous; I was sure she
was going to stop me, but she didn't! It was amazing! Then she
reached across and touched my dick! Totally awesome!"

"Did you have a hard-on?" I ask breathlessly.

"Mmmm!" he responds for a third time, grinning, turning bright red
and nodding more enthusiastically than ever.

He leans over to whisper again. "Now I know what getting turned on
means! I'm going to wank myself stupid tonight!"

Claire returns; I slide down off the sofa to rejoin Justin.

"It seems Ashley enjoyed himself up in Claire's bedroom," I tell him
quietly.

Now it's his turn to whisper. "Not as much as we're going to later!"

He's right there!

It's ten o'clock when Richard's dad arrives to collect the Dean Court
posse.

"Amazing place you've got here!" he comments as Tony ushers him
towards the playroom. "It's a bit different from where we live!"

"Well, I grew up on a council estate, so I shouldn't worry about it,"
Tony tells him.

"We're just pleased that Richard has such nice friends. Dean court's
not bad but there are some right little toe-rags live there.
Fortunately, Richard's never had much to do with them."

"Would you like a drink?" Tony asks.

"I'd love to, but we're going fishing tomorrow, we've got to be up at
six."

Shane and Richard reluctantly tear themselves away from the computer
games, thank Justin's mum and dad for the party, say their goodbyes
and set off on the short drive home. No sooner have they gone than
Ashley's dad appears. Tony greets him like a long lost brother. You'd
never think that they only met a few weeks earlier and hardly know
each other. They stroll through to the playroom.

"Okay, young man!" Ashley's dad addresses him. "Ten minutes and we're
off. It's already past your bedtime."

He follows Tony through to the kitchen as Ashley gets back to
schmoozing with Claire. Justin and I nod to each other; now Richard
and Shane have gone it's almost like we're spying on them. They need
a bit of space. We pad quietly through to the lounge room, leaving
them to it. We flop down on the sofa. I gently stroke the back of
Justin's hand as the adult conversation wafts through from the
kitchen.

"Well," Tony says, "after I came over to your house, I knew things
had to change. I've been to both of the gym competitions Justin's
been in since then. Totally amazing! I haven't enjoyed myself so much
for ages! It's way more exciting than going to the soccer, you're
just so much more involved. Justin won the vault both times, quite
easily as it goes. I was so proud of him! Afterwards I couldn't stop
thinking that I'd been missing out on this for years. How stupid is
that?"

"It's funny," Kate adds. "At the time it was a really horrible
experience, but now I'm glad it happened. It's brought us together.
Tony and Justin were drifting apart; I could see it happening but I
didn't know what to do about it. I think we're all a lot happier now;
I know I am."

There's a lengthy pause. "I've really taken to Andrew," Tony
continues. "If you didn't know he was gay you'd never think it.
Helen's done a wonderful job bringing him up. Justin and I have been
to watch him play soccer a couple of times. We really enjoyed that
too. He's not the greatest player, about like I was, I guess, a bit
workmanlike, Shane's in a different class skill-wise, but he's
strong, brave as a lion and he works so hard. It's not just the way
he plays though; it's more the way he conducts himself on the pitch.
The first time I was there watching him and I just thought "Tony,
what are you worrying about?"

"Yeah, I've known Andrew a long time," Neil Taylor says quietly.
"He's always been like that, very determined, very hard working, a
real steadying influence. He and Ashley are very good for each other,
that's what we've always felt."

Justin grasps my hand. "That's you they're talking about!" he
whispers.

It's embarrassing in a way, but very reassuring too. I know that deep
down Tony probably still wishes that Justin wasn't gay, but knowing
that he is, he's happy it's me Justin's with. I guess it's as much as
I could ask for.

"Ashley seems to have made quite on impression on Claire," Tony
comments.

"Looked like she'd had the same effect on him; not surprising, she's
a very pretty girl," Neil responds.
"Right! Time to get the lad home to bed!"

We scamper back to the playroom to find Claire and Ashley in the
middle of some serious snogging. We just have time to warn them
before the adults appear. As Ashley stands up I can see the tent in
the front of his cargo pants before his baggy tee-shirt slips down to
hide it. The boy-genius is growing up too. We all say goodnight;
Ashley has the most amazing smile on his face, like his mind's
somewhere completely different. That is so cool! I know exactly what
he's going to be doing when he gets home. I should do; he told me!

Now it's just us, the house seeming strangely quiet now that the
others have gone.

"We're off to bed now Mum!" Justin says. "Thanks for putting on such
a great party for us."

"Thanks Mrs. Marshall," I echo.

We make our way upstairs to Justin's room and close the door. It all
seems a bit surreal somehow.
We start to get undressed. The situation's making me so nervous I
haven't even got a hard-on. Justin comes and puts his arms round my
waist.

"Strange, isn't it?" he says quietly. "It was almost better when they
didn't know. I think we should do the same as we did last time, more
or less. Mum will come in to turn the light off. She wouldn't mind if
we were snuggled up in the same bed, but I'd feel better if we
weren't."

"That's cool," I tell him. "I guess I feel the same way. I know your
mum's okay about us sleeping together, but I'd feel embarrassed if
she saw us."

We strip down to our underwear and hop into our separate beds. It's
twenty minutes later when his mum opens the door very tentatively,
like she's not at all sure what she's going to find. She turns out
the light and the television then closes the door again. Justin was
right; being in the same bed just then would have been very
embarrassing.

I've dozed off to sleep when I feel Justin's fingers stroking my
face.

"Are you awake?" he whispers.

"Mmmm! Just about." I answer, blinking in the glow of the bedside
light.

I run my hands down his back as our lips meet in a wonderful,
delicious kiss. This is it; I just can't get enough of him, his body
so firm and taut but soft and smooth to the touch, hair like strands
of blond silk, the wonderfully flat tummy, the most beautiful legs
I've ever seen, and his cock, that's the most perfect part of all,
already a little over three and a half inches, getting quite thick
and growing by the day, about half the shiny mushroom head exposed
beyond his foreskin. As his tongue runs all over my teeth I reach
down to caress his balls, very firm and still completely hairless,
but noticeably bigger than they were just a few weeks ago. He returns
the favour, his fingers running up and down my shaft. I've been
growing pretty fast too. I'm over an inch taller than I was at the
start of term and my cock seems to get bigger every time I look at
it, almost five inches when I checked it a few days ago. Justin's
tongue meshes with mine. This is heaven; nothing can possibly be
better than this.

Our lips part and I begin to work my way down his body, sucking first
one nipple then the other, moving on to lick his cute little tummy
button then sliding down till I reach my prize. It's beautifully
straight, and unlike mine, it's the same thickness all the way up.
Mine's thickest at the base, tapering slightly until you reach the
head. I lick up and down the length of his pulsing shaft. At this
distance I can see the first few hairs sprouting above it, so blond
you can't see them from more than six inches away. He is gorgeous! My
tongue explores all over the small, purple head. It feels awesome;
I'll never tire of doing this. I moisten my lips and take him into my
mouth, slowly pushing down until I've got it all. Justin gently runs
his fingers through my hair. I begin to suck, my one hand fondling
his balls, the other running up and down between his thighs. He opens
his legs and pulls one knee up. My finger slides gently along his
crack until I locate his pucker. He passes me the tube of KY. I
squeeze some onto my middle finger and slowly push it into him. He
lets out a quiet gasp, his fingers continuing to ruffle my hair. I
keep right on going, sucking, licking, fingering, taking it slow,
hoping I'm giving him as much pleasure as he's giving me.

I withdraw my finger and allow his cock to slide out of my mouth. He
climbs over the top of me and starts licking my cock, kneeling there
so his beautiful little bum is right in front of my face, his rosy-
pink pucker twitching invitingly. A well-lubed finger slides down
between my legs and pushes into my bum. This is brilliant! I put some
more KY onto my middle finger and push it back into him. He plunges
down on my cock, his tongue licking all over it. He reaches back with
his left hand, holding index and middle fingers together. I know what
he wants. I lube up my index finger and push that in too. He is
wonderfully tight, but pretty soon he's relaxed enough for both
fingers to be sliding smoothly in and out. He releases my cock and
snuggles up next to me.

"Are you going to give me a special birthday present, then?" he
whispers.

"Mm?"

"D'you want to fuck me?"

There's a long pause. I remember when I did that before.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yeah!"

I pause again. I'm not at all sure about this.

"You do want to, don't you?" he says right in my ear.

"Yeah, but remember your dad asking us to be careful? That's what I'm
doing. I hurt you last time."

"But I'm ready now," he insists.

"It'll still make a mess."

"That's cool, seriously! Please, Andrew!"

I spread an old towel on the bed and position him on all fours, knees
wide apart, the way I've got used to doing it with Shane. He lowers
his shoulders; I move in behind him, locating my cock onto his little
rosebud entrance. I push forward. There's resistance for a second or
so, then he relaxes and I'm inside him, his bum gripping my cock like
a vice. It's just the most awesome feeling possible.

"Are you okay?" I ask, easing back a little.

"Yeah," he breathes. "That's cool, just hurt a bit when it went in."

"Can I push in a bit more?"

"Yeah."

I hold him round the thighs and push slowly forwards. I feel my cock
thrusting over his sex gland.

"Oh yeah!" he gasps.

I ease back and immediately push back in again, giving him a bit
more.

"Oooh! That's awesome!" he moans, his breathing getting noticeably
ragged.

I repeat the process, this time my tummy pressing hard against his
bum.

"Oh, Andrew! That's great! Do it Andrew! Really go for it!"

I don't need to be asked twice. I set to work fucking his tight
little love-tunnel, starting off slow, building it up, fucking him
harder, faster, deeper. I'm covered in sweat; the sensations in my
cock are unbelievable. I reach down to fondle his throbbing penis.
Less than a minute later his bum suddenly tightens. His cock jerks
wildly between my fingers, several jets of boyspunk squirting onto
the towel. He's taken me past the point of no return, uncontrollable
spasms quickly engulfing my whole body. I plunge my whole length into
him, gripping him tightly round the thighs as stars explode in front
of my eyes and the whole room is hit by a major earthquake.

"Nnng! Nnng! Nnnnngg!! Ohhhh!!! Aaaaarrrgggghhhh!!!!"

My balls fire into action, my cock jerking violently, cum surging
though it and spurting deep into Justin's cute little bum in five or
six big, powerful wads. It's the longest, wildest orgasm I've ever
had; nothing else even comes close. I'm totally out of it, gasping
for breath like an old steam engine. My cock begins to soften; I ease
back and allow it to slide out of Justin's bum.

He rolls onto his back and pulls me down next to him.

"Andrew! That was awesome! Totally!! He breathes. "I love you,
Andrew!"

"I love you too!" I tell him; it's the only answer I can give.

We stay like that for fully ten minutes, enjoying the tranquillity,
the sense of total fulfilment. After cleaning up in Justin's bathroom
we snuggle up in my bed. In a matter of seconds he's fast asleep, his
head on my chest, just like the last time I stayed here. I lie right
back, my fingers stroking his silky blond hair, reflecting that I
must be the luckiest boy alive. We've faced a couple of challenges
and come through them. Our love's even stronger for the experience.
There will be more challenges in the future, I know that; things
won't always be like they are now. But as long as Justin's with me, I
can face anything. Together, we can take on the world.

                               THE END