Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 23:50:32 EDT
From: Justin69SK@aol.com
Subject: Andrew's Story Chapter 4

April 10, 2001

Andrew's Story

Chapter 4
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Written By:  Justin Case
Edited By:  Ed

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Disclaimer:  This story contains sexual content and should be
viewed by people of legal age only. You found this story posted on
a gay site, so rest assured it contains gay people.  If you find
this material offensive, you need to decide what you want to do.
This story is fiction and created by the author, any similarities
to real people, places, and things is a coincidence.
Copyright2001-JC-

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SoapBox:  My peeps, my dawgs, WASSUP????  It is soooo good to be
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don't mind.  I got one from a young lad the other day, he wrote
that his lover of one year just laid there when they had sex, and
never said "I love you".  The person wanted my advice.  I told him
to plan a night with candle-light, oils, and massages.  If that
didn't warm his cold lover's heart I don't know what would.  I had
another ask me what I wore for underwear, God, like I'd show you.
Hehe.  Oh, the best was the one who asked me if I liked `it'
rough; I just like `it', babe, any way I can get `it'.  LOL.  I
wondered when was the last time that guy had `it' and when the
next time he was going to get `it'.  Hehe~!

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Sarah's house was all lit up when I got there.  I knocked on the
door and Jim answered, his smile as big as it gets.  He reached
for my hand to shake it as he led me into the kitchen.

The kitchen had been the last room to be re-done; it was huge and
had all the modern conveniences.  Overhead in the center of the
massive room was a rack that was suspended over an island; hung on
the rack were assorted pots and pans.  The island had a deep sink
with a fountain type faucet.  The top of the island and the
counters were pink granite, highly polished.  The cabinets were
solid oak, with a light stain and gloss finish.  The floor was
done in a white tile, imported from Italy; the grout was pink to
match the counters.  The walls were also done in a tile, a solid
black tile.  The appliances were all black as well; the Sub-Zero
refrigerator was about the size of my house's bathroom.

On the island were assorted platters of cold cuts, rolls, and
salads.  The counter near the main sink below the window that
looked out to the pasture had bottles of soda, punch, and water.
On the other side of the huge double bowl, black porcelain sink
were three hot chafing dishes that had meatballs, chicken wings,
and pasta with sauce.

Adjacent to the kitchen was the Johnson dining room.  Another
creation of Jim's, it had raised panel walls of maple, also
stained in the same shade as the cabinets from the kitchen.  The
silver-gray carpet was thick and plush.  The elongated oval
shaped, solid maple table was sized for twelve and the chairs were
upholstered to match the carpet and kitchen.  The fabric on the
seats of the chairs was done in a gray, pink, and black plaid.  On
the table were large stainless steel bowls filled with chips,
pretzels, corn chips, and the like, also an assortment of dips and
candies. Over the center of the table, not the room, was a crystal
chandelier, lit to show off its brilliance.

The aroma of food and the sounds of laughter floated through the
air.  I had never seen anything like this in Florida; it was
spectacular to say the least.  I had never really seen a house as
old as the Maple Wood Farm home in Florida either; the oldest
house I ever saw where I was from was about twenty years old.  I
was happy to be there, I was happier to be part of the household
because I worked there.  I just hoped I could make some friends
and become popular.

As Jim was showing me the food and extending his greetings, Sarah
bounced in from the family room that was down the hallway from the
kitchen.  She was wearing a baby blue top that accentuated her
blue eyes.  Her soft blonde, highlighted hair was pulled back and
worn on top of her head, except for the bangs that were on her
forehead.  She had a light appearance of make up on her cheeks
with the slightest shade of pink. Her thin lips were red with
lipstick. She had on a pair of white slacks that fit her just
right.  I had never seen her looking so much like a girl.
Usually, she dressed casually and was just one of the `guys'.

"Andrew," she gushed.

"Hey, Sarah," I shyly muttered.

"Dad, did you get him a plate?  Andrew, did you eat yet?"

"No, I just got here."

"Gee, Sarah, give the boy a chance to get in the door.  Andrew,
help yourself; the plates are right here with the silverware and
you can find whatever you want to eat or drink, please use the
plastic cups next to the soda," Jim said, as he motioned his hand
toward the bottles of drinks on the counter.

"Andrew, Crystal is here.  I forgot to tell you in class today.
Lisa invited her," Sarah
expressed with some concern in her voice.

I didn't know what to think.  I mean I had asked Crystal out,
that's what guys do.  I just didn't know what to do after that.  I
called her sporadically, but I did call.  It's not like I had a
car and could actually take her anywhere.  I didn't want to be
different, all my teammates had girlfriends and were `going out',
so I asked Crystal out.  I felt kind of bad about it, but I had
confessed my feelings to Sarah and that kind of absolved me of my
guilt.

"Well, I guess I should go see her, huh?"

"Tad and Mikey are here too.  They came alone, well, with each
other," she laughed.

"I'm supposed to sleep over Tad's.  Remember?"  I felt my face
flush.

"Mmhmm," she smiled and her teeth looked exceptionally white
against the red lipstick.  Her blue eyes sparkled as they met
mine.

"What do you think I should do about Crystal?"

"Crystalize her," Sarah laughed harder now, her whole body shook
and she slugged me in the arm.

"What do you mean?"  I hadn't a clue to what she meant.

"Tell her she's toast.  I never liked her anyway."  Her face lit
up with that devilish look she gets sometimes.

"Yeah, maybe I'll call her tomorrow and break up with her."

"Wow, you're brave.  The phone is the easy way out.  It is
probably better than doing it here," she conceded.

I had finished my plate of food and Sarah took me to the family
room.  All the kids were sitting around on the floor or furniture,
well, not `all' but a lot of the ones I knew.  I immediately saw
Mike; he was in the corner sitting alone on the floor.  His
charcoal eyes darted in my direction, and as soon as I looked he
turned away.  I counted sixteen heads, not counting Sarah and me.
A couple were sitting together in the large recliner that sat
kitty-cornered facing the big screen television.  The overstuffed
couch had six kids crammed on it, a coffee table was in front of
them and it had another assortment of candy dishes and chips with
dip.  On the floor in front of the coffee table and facing the
couch were a few more talking with each other.  On one wall of the
room was a fireplace with a hearth-like bench that had some more
kids sitting in front of the fire, they were trying to watch the
television, which had even more sitting in front of it on the
floor.  Another chair with an ottoman had been placed against the
wall, next to the fireplace, Tad sat in the chair and Crystal was
on the hassock.

I looked at Crystal; she turned her face toward Sarah and me.  She
had long brown hair that dropped over her shoulders.  I hated the
sweater she was wearing, it was burnt orange and it didn't look
good on her at all.  She had on a pair of flared slacks, which I
positively detest.  For the first time I noticed how plain and
nondescript Crystal looked.  I wondered how I could have ever
asked her out.

"Hey, Crystal," I greeted her anyway, I could tell by the look she
gave me she wasn't happy.

"Andrew.  How have you been?  Long time no hear from," her voice
quavered, as she directed her attention to me.

"Yeah, I've been so busy with weight lifting and working for
Sarah's dad, I haven't even been able to do all my homework.
Shit, I got a C in English," I politely made excuses.

"It's okay.  Really, I don't mind.  It gives me more time to do
other things anyways."  She
dissed me right there in front of everyone.

I could feel Sarah's foot tap mine, I looked her in the eyes, she
nodded at me.  I knew what she wanted me to do.  I wanted to, but
couldn't, so I just winked at her.  Sarah nodded a slight nod at
me again.  I mouthed the word NO and shook my head, Sarah laughed
quietly.  I felt her nudge my behind in Crystal's direction.  I
started to smile too; I felt so embarrassed.  I thought to myself,
`You wait, girl, I'm gonna get you back for this'.

"I hope I'm not interrupting you and Sarah's private conversation
over there," Crystal glared at me, as she spit the words out.

That was it, she had crossed the line.  I was trying to be nice,
but fuck her.  I could feel
the anger growing inside me, from the pit of my stomach to the
tips of my hair.  I clenched both my fists, as I held my hands by
my sides.  I could feel the muscles in both my legs tense up.
Even my jaw locked and my cheeks felt like stone.

"Listen, Crystal, I don't know what your problem is, but this is
Sarah's house and her party.  If you think it's rude of me to talk
with her, you got a problem, girl, I don't need a problem.  Do you
have a Band-Aid?  Cause you're cut."  I spat those words out
through my teeth, as I squinted my brown eyes at that bitch.

"Whoa, dude."  Mikey's voice could be heard over the television,
all the other kids' voices stopped dead.

Crystal quickly got up from her perch in front of Tad.  Tad's face
dropped and he looked totally uncomfortable.  Crystal brushed past
me as she headed for the bathroom, she wasn't crying yet, but I
knew she soon would be.  I didn't give a shit either.  I didn't
see her the rest of the night.  I guessed she left.

"Hey, any of you guys wanna play truth or dare?" Sarah immediately
spouted out as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah, I love to play truth or dare."  Mikey jumped up from the
floor as he said it.

Everyone went back to whatever they were talking about before the
break-up.  A few of us went into the dining room and played truth
or dare.  It was fun; I really enjoyed myself, especially when I
had to kiss Mikey's foot on one of the dares.  The rest of the
party was pretty uneventful, no more lover quarrels.  We played
truth or dare for about an hour, then we all went outside and
played some dark tag.

Mikey and I paired off while we hid.  I couldn't explain it; I
felt some kind of a connection with him.  We were lying on the
ground next to the shed, side by side.  The ground was cold, but I
didn't mind.

"Hey, Andrew, you coming to the porno party over Tad's after?' I
heard him whisper.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, Tad has a fuck movie.  You ever see a fuck movie?"

"Yeah, all the time in Florida," I lied.

"You like `em?"

"Unhuh."

"Cool," Mikey said, as he patted me on the shoulder.

I could hardly contain myself; my prick sprang to attention while
I lay on the ground next to him in the moonlit sky.  I hoped we
didn't get found until my dick went down.  I could hear someone
coming near us, I remained as still as I could.  I felt Mikey's
leg rub against mine.  I didn't know if he meant it, but I sure
did like it.

We finished up the game of dark tag and everyone went back into
the house.  We all had some hot chocolate that Mrs. Johnson had
made while we were outside.  Mikey stayed near me the rest of the
party, until it was time to leave.  Some of the kids started to
straggle out and go home.  I said good night to Jim and Sarah,
before I left. Jim had heard about the break-up.  He told me there
were plenty more fish in the sea and not to let it get me down.  I
had already forgot her.

I left with Tad and Mikey; Tad's father drove us to his house.  I
wondered how we were going to have a porno party if his father was
home. Mikey had said it so matter of factly, I figured they had
had these porno parties before.  I wondered if they were anything
like the get togethers Matty and I had in Florida while we looked
at the dirty magazines.

When we got to Tad's I found out that he had his own bedroom and
like mine it was in the basement.  I had to get used to these
houses up North; we didn't even have basements in Florida. The
houses down there were built on slabs.  Tad's bedroom was really
cool.  He had a console television and a great rack system.  He
had these black lights and posters that were way awesome. His bed
was a double bed and against the back wall of the room.  He even
had a little refrigerator mounted into one of the walls and his
own bathroom.  We had no reason to go upstairs; everything we
needed was right in his room.

On one side of the room were a sofa, a chair, and a book table,
they faced the television.  It was kind of like a small living
room on one side of the large finished room in the cellar, with a
bedroom on the other side.  The bathroom was through the laundry
room in another section of the finished area.  The floor was
carpeted with a thin carpet, nothing special.

"Andrew, you wanna watch a dirty movie?" Tad asked excitedly.

"I already told him," Mikey beamed, all proud.

"It's all good," I said.

Tad walked into the laundry room and reached behind the washing
machine and came up with a couple of videotapes.  He brought them
into the room with the television with the VCR on top of it.  He
pushed a tape into the machine and turned on the TV.  Then he took
up a seat on the chair.

Mikey and I sat on the couch.  It was a worn out couch 'cause I
sank into it as I sat.  I was
totally engrossed in the movie.  I loved seeing the young guy's
hard dick as the chick sucked and stroked it.  I could feel my
cock bulging in my pants.  I was glad the only lights were black
lights.

"Andrew, did you ever smoke?" Tad asked.

"Cigarettes?"

"No, pot," Tad continued the conversation.

"A couple of times in Florida," I admitted, I hadn't told anyone
up here before that.

"Cool.  You wanna smoke a blunt?"

"You got a blunt, dude?" Mikey asked.

"Yeppur, dude, I got a big bat."

"Spark it up, boy.  What you waiting on?" Mikey said, as he jumped
up off the couch.

Tad got up from the chair and started heading for the laundry
room.  Mikey was right behind him; almost on top of him, it was
like he couldn't get there fast enough.  I was glad; they wouldn't
see my bone as I followed them into the other room.  We ended up
in Tad's bathroom, the door shut and the exhaust fan turned on as
we sparked up the blunt.

"Take easy hits, this stuff is killer," Tad explained, as an
expert would.

We smoked the blunt until it was half gone, I don't know about
them, but I was fucking high.  The small room was full of smoke; I
love the smell of pot.  It wasn't harsh like the last stuff I had
smoked with Matty in Florida.  I was surprised; I didn't hack or
cough once, as I took my hits and held them as long as I could.  I
felt totally relaxed.

"Let's go watch the flick, the best part is coming up," Tad told
us, as he clipped the end of
the rolled cigar.

We walked back into the other room, Mikey shut the bathroom door
behind us so the smoke would stay in the bathroom and be sucked
out by the fan.  I followed Tad, and Mikey was right behind me.  I
was feeling no pain, as they say.

Mikey took up his seat next to me on the dilapidated sofa, as Tad
became totally involved with the movie again in the chair.  I was
feeling a little lightheaded from the pot, I imagined we had
smoked half a nickel.  My dick was raging hard inside my pants.  I
noticed Mikey had a hard cock too.  He looked at me while I was
checking him out, he just smiled.

"Man, I'm cold.  Do you have a blanket?" Mikey asked Tad.

"Yeah, on the end of my bed, go ahead and grab it.  Shit, Andrew,
there's another one in the closet near the end of the stairs if
you need one."

"I'm straight," I told him.

"Well, I'm not," Mikey said, as he stood up and looked me right in
the eye and winked.

He grabbed the blanket and got the one out of the closet that Tad
said I could have and sat back down next to me.  He spread the
blanket over his lap and then over mine so it covered both our
laps.  I thought it was awfully nice of him.  I began watching the
movie again.  My cock was rock hard and felt confined in my pants.
All of a sudden I felt Mikey's hand on my left thigh.  He looked
me in the eyes; he looked like he was seeking permission.  I
nodded and moved my hand to his right thigh.

I felt him as he pushed further back into the couch.  His hand
found its way to my boner and began to rub it gently through my
pants.  I could feel it twitch to his light strokes.  I moved my
hand to his cock and squeezed at it under the blanket through his
clothes.

He moved his hand to my belt buckle and carefully undid my belt
and button to my pants.  I felt his hand as he delicately unzipped
my trousers and then he slipped it softly into my boxers. I could
feel his little fingers as they wrapped themselves around my
raging dick.

I ran my hand up to his smooth warm belly under his shirt; I could
feel him as he sucked his gut in to allow me access into his
pants.  I slid my hand down and began rubbing the head of his hard
dick.  I felt the wet tip with my fingers.  I kept my eyes on the
movie so as not to draw Tad's attention to what we were doing
under the blanket.  The excitement I felt was beyond belief.  I
wished Mikey and I were alone in the room, but having Tad sitting
right next to us in the chair added to the pleasure I was feeling,
not to mention the heightened sensations caused by the pot.

Tad started to shift around in the chair.  I quickly took my hand
out of Mikey's pants.  Tad got up out of the chair, I could tell
he had a boner too.  He walked toward the laundry room.

"I got to take a shit, you guys go ahead and watch the movie," he
called over his shoulder as he closed the laundry room door behind
him.

"Andrew, you can't ever tell anyone about this," Mikey whispered
as he pulled the blanket away from me.

"Don't worry, I won't, but don't you either."

"Can I put my mouth on it?"  He looked me right in the eye as he
asked and placed his hand on my hard cock.

I straightened my legs out and slid my pants and boxers down so
he'd have better access.  My hard cock lay against my body, the
head just below my belly button.  He bent over and wrapped his
mouth around me and pushed his head all the way down onto me.  I
couldn't believe the feelings of his hot wet mouth sucking my
dick.  It was intense.

"Can we do it again after he goes to sleep?" Mikey took his mouth
off me and asked.

"Only if you let me do it to you," I whispered to him.  I bent
over and took his uncircumcised cock into my mouth.  I had never
sucked a dick before and I had never been sucked before.  After
watching that movie I knew just what to do.  I pulled the foreskin
back as I sucked it.

"Don't pull it so tight," he whispered to me.

I heard the toilet flush; I pulled my head off his cock.  I looked
into those beautiful charcoal eyes and pulled his face toward
mine.  I kissed him right on the mouth.  It felt like my whole
body was vibrating as I kissed him; I had never felt these
feelings before.  I could hear both our breathing get deeper and
stronger as we embraced each other.

"Whoa, dude.  That was fucking great.  We better slow down, he's
coming," Mike whispered as he pulled away.

"I hope he hurries up and goes to bed," I confessed.

I quickly pulled my pants back up and Mikey threw the blanket back
over our laps.  We left our pants undone and continued to explore
each other.  Tad came back into the room and we stopped briefly
until he sat back in the chair and got back into the movie.  Then
Mikey and I slowly began to stroke each other under the covers
again.

I liked playing with his dick and the extra skin he had on it.  I
would pull the skin down his shaft and expose the head of his
pecker.  I had gotten real brave and moved my right hand over to
his lap and massaged his balls while I slowly stroked his cock.
His balls were about the size of marbles, just like mine.  He had
a huge sac though; it was hairless like mine too.  He had a nicer
bush than I did, it was fuller.  My pubes only grew on either side
of my dick.

I kept thinking about how it had felt when he sucked me.  I wanted
him to do it again.  I was picturing him doing that while he
slowly jerked me off under the blanket.  I could feel the muscles
in my legs tense up and my hips slightly pump to meet his slow
thrusts.  His hot dick began to throb in my left hand and his bag
tightened up.  I could feel his pre-cum on the head of his dick as
it oozed out of the small hole that I had just had my mouth on a
few moments before.

I wanted to come.  I felt that familiar feeling as the juice
started to travel from my balls up my cock.  I felt Mikey's hand
gripping me harder and jerking me faster.  I took in a deep breath
as I released my wad of jiz; it felt like my balls came out of the
head of my dick.  It was the best climax I had ever had.

His cock began to pulsate in my hand.  I pushed my left hand
harder into his balls.  I grabbed his dick harder like he had done
to mine.  I jerked him as fast as I could without making it
obvious.  I felt his ass rise up off the couch, pushing his cock
into my hand.  I could feel his dick throb with each shot of come
that spewed out the head.  His dick got so hard that the extra
skin had just about vanished.

We just sat there quietly after we came, still lightly playing
with each other under the blankets.  I don't even know what the
movie was showing; I was too involved with Mikey to care.

I couldn't wait until Tad decided it was time for bed.  I wanted
more action with Mikey.  I wanted to taste his juices.  I wanted
to get naked and feel his body next to mine.  I thought about what
we would do after Tad went to sleep.  I had finally had sex, for
the first time and I didn't care if it was with another boy.  It
was fucking great.

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Well, there you go.  I hope you liked it as much as I did.  Man,
it was steamy, wasn't it?
Until the next time, my good friends, I assure you there is more
to come.

I'd like to thank Ed for his editing.

Don't forget; check out my web site.  I've added my favorite
author and with his permission I am posting my favorite story, the
one he wrote that inspired me to do the same.  My website address
is http://Justinscorner.homestead.com  See you there.

Love to you all and God bless.

Just,
Justin
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