Date: Sat, 4 Sep 1999 01:55:31 EDT
From: Jay
Subject: 'The Note' (BB con oral)

    The following is a work of fiction and should be read as such.
Resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.  If you are
offended by reading about consensual sexual relations between teenaged boys
or if it is illegal to do so where you are, then please leave now.  Likewise,
if you are not of legal age to read about such things, you too should leave.
    Now for those who have chosen to stay, I hope you enjoy the third
installment of The Note.  It was actually written a few months ago, but I
have had little time to dedicate to posting it.
Enjoy, Jay


    As far as Andy was concerned, his life was over.  Two days ago, he was in
total bliss.  Now, Monday afternoon, Andy could think of no reason to live.
At the beginning of the school day he promised himself he would avoid Austin
completely.  He knew he could not stand further heartbreak and valiantly kept
his promise for approximately five minutes until he went into the boy's
bathroom in the 500 hall.  Andy immediately walked back out upon seeing
Austin standing at the far urinal.  Andy's heart was racing as he made the
hasty retreat from the restroom and blended into the bustling crown of
freshmen.

    Just before stepping into his first hour class, he felt a tap on his
back.  He hoped it was Cory, but knew it was Austin.  He could feel his
presence.  Besides, Cory was already sitting at his desk in to back row
grinning at Andy.  Andy decided to not turn around and instead walked to his
desk and sat down beside of Cory, not daring to look in the doorway.  His
curiosity got the best of him, though, and he glanced to see Austin standing
there.  Andy just as quickly looked away and down at his book bag.  He took
out his English book and flipped the pages.  He was not thinking of English
though and looked back to see Austin still standing there.  Austin motioned
at him and Andy, despite his better judgment, began to stand.

    "May I help you, Mr. Arrington?" Andy's teacher, Ms. Hamilton asked.

    Austin looked at her, then with pleading eyes, back at Andy.  Andy
refused to make eye contact with the older boy and sat nervously with his
feet propped under the desk in front of him, both legs bouncing frantically.
Austin looked back at Ms. Hamilton and said, "No."

    "What, then, are you doing in the freshman wing?" she asked.

    "Lost I guess," he said shrugging his shoulders.  Austin never like Ms.
Hamilton and his sarcasm was obvious.

    "Lost you must be.  Unless you want detention hours Saturday morning, I
suggest you go to class and stay out of the freshman wing."

    "Yes, Ma'am," Austin mumbled and walked away.

    "Who was that?" Cory asked nonchalantly.  He had seen Austin beckoning
Andy.

    "Mr. Arrington, I guess," Andy said.

    "I figured that Smartass, but he was waving at you."

    "What makes you think it was me?"

    "'Cause he was looking right at you and you were getting up to go out
there to talk to him," Cory said becoming frustrated with Andy's obvious
evasiveness.

    "No, I wasn't.  I was gonna sharpen my pencil."

    "Yeah, but ... "

    Cory was about to bring up the point that Andy was using a mechanical
pencil but was cut short by a disgusted Andy who said, "Just drop it Cory ...
Geez," as he slumped down in his uncomfortable chair, folding his arms and
staring out the window.  He had to squint for the sun was shining in his eyes.


    The remaining classes were uneventful and except for seeing Austin across
the cafeteria during lunch, Andy never had to deal with him.  Finally
dismissed from the Leper's class, Andy bolted outside, at last free of the
oppressive hallways and classrooms.  He had avoided speaking to Cory also,
despite attempts by his friend to coax him out of his state of depression.
He decided to ditch the basketball game, too sad to join the fun.

    Andy was slowly making his way to the bicycle rack and was walking across
the back lawn of the campus when he heard pounding footsteps behind him.
Before he could even turn around he felt an arm wrap around his neck and in
an instant he was thrown to the ground, his heavy backpack landing several
feet to his side.  Laying on his stomach and slightly shaken from the jolt,
he tried to stand but felt the heavy weight of the aggressor pounce on him,
once again pushing Andy to the ground.  He heard laughter and looked over his
shoulder to see Cory straddled over his back and grinning.  Andy was not
amused.  "What the fuck are you doing, Cory!  Get off me!"

    "No.  Not 'til you tell me what your problem is."

    "Right now my problem is you.  I can't breathe, Fatass!"

    "Pussy," Cory said rolling off Andy and extending his hand to help Andy
stand.  Andy ignored the help, grabbed his backpack and started walking
again.  Cory persisted.  "What's the matter with you?" he asked.  He was
following Andy.

    "Nothing," Andy said sternly.

    "Bullshit."

    "Whatever."

    "No.  Not 'whatever'.  Don't make me tackle you again," Cory said, trying
to sound menacing.

    Andy looked over his shoulder and told the still grinning Cory that he
was ready for him the next time and that wrestling match would not end like
the first.  Cory was unaffected by the remark and grabbed Andy around the
neck once more, but he made no attempt to throw him to the ground.  He only
drew Andy close in a sort of macho hug with both boys shoulder to shoulder.

    "Mind if I come over to your house?" Cory asked.

    "Do whatever you want, dude."

    "Good.  I figure we can go to the Y, swim awhile."

    "Can't.  I got homework to do," Andy said matter of factly.

    "Too bad.  Do it later tonight.  We'll only stay for a couple hours,"
Cory countered.

    "No, Cory.  I have homework, I said."

    "And I said too fucking bad.  Do it later."

    Andy sighed and knew his argument was in vain.  Cory would probably
literally drag him to the YMCA if he didn't go willingly.  Andy gave one last
excuse to get out of going.  "You don't have a bathing suit, Cory."

    "Dude, you are so weak.  You only got one pair of shorts?" Cory asked.
Andy knew it was no use.  He would be swimming within the hour.  It was
clearly the last thing he wanted to do that night, wanting nothing more than
a long hot bath and his consoling bed.  He knew that if he was sleeping he
would not be sulking over Austin.  "With my luck," he thought sarcastically,
"I'll dream about him."

    The two boys mounted their bicycles and rode off the campus.  Andy kept a
steady pace with his eyes peering straight ahead.  He could hear Cory
chattering beside him, at one point about the fight during his lunch hour,
another time about his needing a new bike.  Andy never completely tuned him
in, but was not ignoring him either.  His attention focused when Cory asked
about, "That Arrington kid."  Andy simply looked at Cory with a "go to Hell"
stare.  Cory, though, was totally immune to Andy's hateful stare and told him
so.  "Don't look at me like that.  You don't scare me, Dude.  I know you're
soft," Cory said.

    "Don't you ever quit smiling?" asked Andy.

    "No."

    "Well, try.  You're bugging me."  They turned onto Andy's block and into
his driveway.

    "So who is he?" asked Cory.

    "He's just some dude I know," Andy said.  He was tired of Cory's
persistence and his will to keep the relationship with Austin secret was
wavering.

    "How do you know him?" Cory continued.

    "Just from school, Cory," Andy said.  They walked into Andy's house and
Andy took two cans of Coke from the refrigerator, giving one to Cory.

    "Isn't his first name Brian or Justin?" Cory asked.

    "Its Austin," Andy conceded.  He dropped his book bag on the kitchen
floor and read a note from his mother instructing him to please clean hi room
because her boss was coming over for dinner.  "Oh great," he said aloud.
"Like he's gonna go in my room any-fucking-way."  Andy was in no mood for
company that night.

    "So how did you get to know him?  He's like a junior ain't he?" Cory
asked.

    "Yeah, he's a junior, but I don't really know him.  He offered me a ride
one night while I was walking and I took him up on it," Andy lied.  "I don't
really know him."  Cory was still not convinced.

    "So what did he want with you at school this morning?"  Andy was growing
irritated by the interrogation, and Cory was sensing it.

    "I just caught a ride with him, Cor.  God!  Maybe he wanted some gas
money or something."

    "OK.  OK, I just asked.  Don't get loud.  Fuck."

    "Well, you keep asking me these questions like your my mom and shit,"
Andy said.  He pushed the blinking button on the answering machine and walked
around the corner to kick off his shoes in the foyer.  He heard the series of
beeps and listened first to his mother reminding him to clean his room, then
his mother's boss confirming the visit, then to the raspy, husky voice he
recognized as Austin's.  His heart dropped and he froze.  All that the
message said was, "Yeah, this is for Andy ... this is Austin, my number is
871-5486.  Call me back, Dude."

    Andy knew that Cory must have heard it.  Now he would really get the
third degree from him.  Andy walked back into the kitchen and asked Cory if
he was ready to change his clothes to go swimming, but Cory said, "What are
you trying to hide?"

    "I don't know what you're talking about," Andy said.

    "Look, I ain't stupid.  You been actin' like a prick all day.  Yesterday
you were all happy as shit but the night before you were weird.  Then this
Austin dude comes into the picture ... "

    Andy interrupted Cory and said, "Let's just go.  I still have homework to
do when we get back."  Cory did not finish his sentence and together they
went to Andy's bedroom and Andy grabbed two pair of rather worn swimming
trunks and two towels.  He tossed them into a gym bag and within minutes the
boys were on their way to the pool.


    The locker room smelled musty and dank.  It was an old building and
several of the fluorescent bulbs were missing.  Others were flickering,
trying to stay lit.  Andy sat on the metal bench beside Cory and kicked off
his Nikes.  Cory did the same and Andy saw that Cory was staring at him.
Andy looked Cory in the eyes and saw confusion in them.  He felt that Cory
was desperately trying to piece things together.  Andy knew that if he did
not start acting like his old self, Cory would never stop hassling him over
Austin.

    Cory began to speak, no doubt hitting Andy with another probing question,
but Andy cut him short.  Cory had been standing to remove his shirt and had
it around his head.  Andy smacked Cory's stomach with the back of his hand,
just hard enough to knock the wind out of him as he doubled over.  Andy
quickly straddled Cory's bowed body and locked his thighs around Cory.  Cory
was caught completely off guard and whimpered submission.  Andy bent forward
and locked his arms around Cory's waist and lifted his lower half off the
floor.  Cory was helpless.

    "You gonna quit harassing me, Dickhead?" Andy asked triumphantly.  Cory
could hear Andy giggling, albeit muffled from the strong squeezing legs
covering his ears.

    "Yes.  Yes, I'll leave you alone," Cory said.

    Andy released his hold and stepped back a few paces.  He knew Cory well
enough to brace himself for retaliation but it never came.  Instead, Cory
finished taking off his shirt and lowered his pants.  Andy did the same and
soon both boys were naked a pulling up their trunks.  Andy threw their
clothes into a locker, securing it and they made their way to the showers.

    Andy dove in head first with no regard for the water's temperature,
swimming half the length of the large pool underwater.  He surfaced at the
rope cutting the water in half, wiping his eyes and laughed aloud at Cory who
was just beginning to wade into the shallow end.  Cory always took a while to
become used to the water.  Andy swam toward Cory, who was just in deep enough
to feel the cold water under his crotch.  Just as he was psyching himself to
make the plunge, Andy was at his feet underwater and casually pulled Cory
under.  Cory gulped a huge breath seconds before being dunked.  Both boys
came up for air laughing.  Somewhere behind the a whistle sounded and they
heard the life guard scolding Andy for his actions.

    For nearly an hour Andy was lost in the fun of the moment.  He had not
completely forgotten Austin and the heartache he was enduring, but
nevertheless, Andy was feeling better.  He watched Cory gracefully dive off
the board and was overwhelmed by a sense of affection for him.  He credited
Cory for forcing him to relax and have fun.  New tears formed in Andy's eyes,
but they were from a different emotion.  He had a good friend in Cory, one
that worried about Andy and his well being.  Sure, Cory was curious about
Austin, Andy realized, but more so about how Austin affected Andy.  It was
clear, Andy knew, that Cory was only concerned for Andy's happiness.  Andy
beamed and smiled as Cory swam toward him.  Andy was resting in the deep end,
his back against the rough concrete wall, elbows on the deck.  Cory made his
way to Andy and joined him.

    "Hey, those guys over there wanna play chicken.  You want to?" Cory asked
spitting a mouthful of water in a high arc.

    "I just pissed in that same water, Cor."

    "So that's why it tastes so good.  So you wanna play?"

    "Sure ..."

    "I got top," Cory said swimming away, just before Andy could claim the
position.  They swam to the three foot section and Andy dove through Cory's
spread legs, hoisting Cory out of the water on Andy's shoulders.  Andy
realized that he only knew one of his opponents.  The other, he had never
seen.

    The four fought valiantly for the better part of the five o'clock hour,
alternating victories.  The entire time Andy stayed erect.  Just the feel of
Cory's legs around Andy's body made him shudder.  Often, in the heat of
battle, Andy would push the back of his head into Cory's crotch.  Andy was
completely surprised, the second time he did so, to feel the resistance of
Cory's erection pushing back into Andy's head.  Andy wished that he were
facing the other direction and longed to bury his face in Cory's crotch.
Andy's penis twitched and ached from the teasing Cory was subjecting him to.
Several times Andy felt Cory reach down and adjust his cock.  By the end of
the match, Andy had abandoned all caution and rested his head fully against
Cory's erection, feeling its length across his neck.

    Cory and Nathan both hit the water at the same time, reluctantly calling
the match a tie and vowing to pick up next time where they had left off.  The
four boys, completely exhausted, made their way into the locker rooms.  By
now Andy's penis was soft and after a quick glance at Cory, Andy saw that he
was flaccid also.  The boys peeled off their wet shorts and showered the
chlorine off their bodies.  Andy inconspicuously watched the other three and
hoped that none would notice his desire for them.

    "I'd suck all three right here," Andy thought.  He closed his eyes,
letting the water rinse his hair and face.  He could not help picture himself
forced against the cold green tiled wall and shoved to his knees to service
Nathan, the tallest in the room.  He imagined Cory and Eric, the boy he had
never seen before today, on either side of him, each with one foot propped on
Andy's shoulders.  He imagined them absentmindedly stroking their dicks,
barely acknowledging Andy's existence.  Occasionally, they would glance down
at Andy's straining lips as Nathan drove his engorged shaft into Andy's
throat.  They gradually grew impatient as they awaited their respective
turns.  Nathan was nearing the end of his assault, as now he was on his toes,
his taught leg muscles straining with the effort.  He was hissing between
clenched teeth, spittle spraying the tile wall.  All the while, his cock
pistoned in and out of Andy's upturned face, whose eyes showed a touch of
fear.  Nathan's body began jerking.  He drove completely into Andy's throat,
burying his pubes into Andy's nose and watering eyes.  Andy's head was held
tightly against wall as he felt Nathan's head swell and he felt a shot of
fire baste his throat, Nathan's liquid soothing his friction abused lining.
Andy never tasted the juice, but he loved the sensation of the feet on his
shoulders and the still swollen cock buried in him.

    "Andy," Cory said.  "Andy," he said again louder after getting no
response.  Andy opened his eyes, seeing Cory's naked dripping body in front
of him.  Cory's hair was plastered against his head except for one rebellious
tuft at the crown.  "I thought you died standing up," Cory said.  Andy saw
that Nathan and Eric were done with their shower.  "Looks like one part of
you is still alive anyway.  Cory glanced at Andy's crotch and smiled.  Andy
looked at his erection and saw it twitching with each heartbeat.  "You better
start taking care of that thing.  Seems like it does that every time you're
with me," Cory said.

    Andy lifted only his eyes to see Cory staring through him.  He was no
longer smiling and Andy could not decide how to take his remark.  Andy looked
away and blushed.  He turned around and shut off the water, instantly missing
its warmth and security.  He made his way to his locker and busied himself
with toweling his body.  Cory was completely dressed within minutes and told
Andy that Nathan and Eric wanted to join them later that night.  Andy
reminded Cory of his unfinished homework.

    "What homework do you have?" Cory asked.

    "I have to read chapter 10 in civics."

    "Is that all?  Just read the summary," Cory said.  Andy sensed that Cory
just wanted Andy to stay away from home where he would likely return to his
state of depression.  Again, Andy felt a wave of passion for Cory.  He felt
an urge to be held by Cory, protected by him.  But yet when he thought of
Austin, he felt the same urge.  More than ever, Andy was confused.  He
thought of Austin and how he longed to have sex with him, not just the act,
but he had a desire to please the boy.  Andy wanted to make Austin feel good
and appreciate him for it.  Austin had hurt him, used Andy it seemed.  It
frustrated Andy that he wavered between animal lust and repulsion with
Austin.  One minute he worshiped Austin like he was a god, the next he wished
he had never met him.

    Cory prodded Andy to hurry dressing and they left the YMCA.  Andy
convinced Cory that he really did not feel like going anywhere else and Cory
finally gave up asking.  Instead, they agreed to pass time at Andy's house.
When they got there, Andy remembered he did not clean his room and ignored
her lecture about forgetting, dismissing his mother by telling her he would
clean it then.  Andy shut his bedroom door behind them and, exhausted from
swimming, flopped down on his bed.  He was on his back and rubbed his
chlorine weary eyes.  After a few minutes of silence, Andy sat up, propping
on his elbows.  He looked at Cory who was sitting on the floor, his back
against the wall.  Cory was staring at him and. Andy knew he was going to
bring up "that Arrington kid" again.  Sure enough, he asked, "You gonna call
him?"

    "Call who?" Andy said yawning.

    "You know who."

    "Nope.  He knows where to find me," Andy said.

    "You like him don't you?" Cory asked.

    Andy did not expect the question and his eyes widened with fear,
betraying him.  He stuttered, "Yeah, I guess so.  He's cool."

    "No!" Cory said shaking his head and giggling.  "I mean you LIKE him,
like his body, Dude."  Cory was speaking softly and in no way was threatening
in his accusation, but Andy felt trapped, backed into a corner.  His eyes
showed terror as they searched the room, looking for escape, but he could not
focus them on anything.

    "I ... I don't know what you mean," he stammered.  The fear of Cory
knowing his secret was unbearable.  He thought of Kyle and his other friends.
 He quickly played the scene through his mind, his friends calling him a
queer, laughing at his expense.  First Austin's rejection and then the entire
school knowing his feelings.

    "Andy, I'm not stupid," Cory said.

    "What do you ...   What?  Are you calling me gay?"

    "Are you?"

    "No, Dude," Andy chuckled excitedly.  "I am 100% not gay," he said
jokingly, mimicking the South Park teacher.  Then, since Cory was not buying
it, "Fuck no.  You know I like girls!"  His voice was cracking and reaching a
higher pitch.

    "No," Cory said simply.  "I don't Andy."

    "Well, I don't see you fucking dating anybody either, Cor."  By now Andy
had stood and was looking down at Cory.  He was braced to defend his
reputation.

    "It ain't about that, Dude," Cory said.

    "Well, what the fuck IS it about    ?"

    "I see the way you look at me, Kyle, the others.  I know you been
watching Austin real close too."

    "Fuck you, Cory!  I ain't no fuckin' fag.  Dude, you know that!"  Andy's
tone had changed.  His voice softened, almost pleading his case.

    "Look, Andy, all I'm sayin' is I catch you looking at me like girls do.
You know.  It's like in your eyes and shit.  You size me up ... like they do.
 And I've caught you looking at my dick plenty of times."   Andy, by now, was
lost for words.  He knew there was no convincing Cory that he was not gay.
All he could possibly hope for was Cory's vow of silence.  "So, you wanna
tell me what's been going on this weekend, and don't say 'nothing', 'cause I
know something's up, Dude.  Andy, man, your my friend.  I don't want you all
down and shit.  You ain't no fun when you're all weepy and shit," Cory said.

    Andy noticed the genuine concern from Cory.  He took a deep breath and
immediately felt the weight of his troubles fall from his shoulders as he
shared the burden of them with Cory.  For a complete hour, Andy let loose of
his deepest feelings for Austin, all the while, Cory sat and listened,
carefully prompting Andy to continue.  Andy fought to maintain his composure
and corral his tears, but several escaped.

    Andy was finally silent after rambling for the last ten minutes of his
confession.  He was emotionally drained, his energy spent.  He felt numb and
vulnerable.  Having spread his feelings open for Cory's criticism, Andy
awaited persecution, his face buried in his hands.  He did not care though.
The torment he had been experiencing seemed lessened.  He told Cory of his
feelings and confusion over them, but he did not confess to Cory the sexual
episode with Austin.  So, at the very least, Andy thought, he could claim
innocence of actually having acted on his desires.

    Cory finally spoke.  "So what you are saying is you probably love Austin."

    "Cor, this is totally fucked up, talking about this," Andy said.

    "It don't freak me out, if that's what you think.  Maybe I should tell
you.  You know my Aunt Joan, my dad's stepsister?  She's a lesbian.  We've
talked about shit.  Talked about you as a matter of fact."  Cory saw the look
of fear in Andy's eyes and quickly relieved him by telling him not to worry
and that she had suggested the talk they were now having.  "You going to call
him?" Cory asked.

    "Andy!  There's somebody here to see you," his mother yelled from the
bottom of the stairs.  Within seconds, he heard a light tap on his bedroom
door and opened it to see Austin leaning on the wall opposite the door.

    "Can I come in?" he asked.

    "Yeah, whatever," Andy said.

    "Andy, I need you to clean that room.  Maybe those boys will help,"
yelled Andy's mother.

    "Whatever, Mom!" Andy said, a little too sassy for his mother's liking.

    Andy closed the door behind Austin who did a double take upon seeing
Cory.  Austin sat on the bed.  "Nice room," he said.  "I uh ... came to get
my jacket."

    "Hey, I gotta go, Andy," Cory said.  He stood and walked to the door.

    "No!" Andy said loudly and with a bit more emphasis than he had meant to
use.  He looked at Austin who was busy surveying the room, trying to appear
casual, and back to Cory.  "No, you don't have to leave.  We ... we have to
study, remember."  Andy absolutely did not want to be left alone with Austin.
 He knew the older boy would put him on the spot, making him account for his
obvious avoidance of Austin at school.  Andy desperately wanted Cory to stay,
finding comfort in his friends' understanding.

    "Nah.  I'm outta hear.  See you, Dude," Cory said, and quickly walked
out, shutting the door behind him.

    Andy made himself look busy by sorting his clothes and tried to ignore
Austin.  Neither spoke for minutes, then finally Austin asked, "So what's up?"

    "Shit," Andy said coldly.

    Austin jumped straight to the point of his visit.  "You know, just 'cause
I have a girlfriend don't mean you and me can't still be friends.  You know,
fuck around every once in a while."

    Andy shuddered when he heard the word 'girlfriend', but stubbornly
refused to let Austin know it bothered him.  He began pairing his sweat
socks, tossing them in the drawer, still not looking at Austin.  Getting no
response, Austin added, "I don't want you to think all I want is a head job
all the time.  You know, we can hang out and shit, do ... stuff.  Fuck, you
might as well get rid of that bike, I can drive you wherever you want to go."
 Andy had heard enough.

    "You mean drive me wherever I want to go before or after you pick up
Lisa."

    "Goddamn it, Andy!  She's my girlfriend.  What the fuck does she have to
do with this?"  Austin stood, his hands on his hips.  Andy could see the
burst of anger within Austin and he knew what it felt like.  Andy too was
angry, but he began to sense that Austin was without malice and doing his
best to smooth the rough edges of their relationship.  But Andy was not ready
to give up.  Austin, it seemed, wanted the best of both worlds.

    Austin took the two steps to Andy and looked down into the eyes of the
vulnerable boy in front of him.  Andy leaned into Austin, his forehead
resting on Austin's chest.  He immediately felt Austin's large hands on his
shoulders, pulling him back upright.  Seeing a tenderness in Austin's eyes he
listened as Austin explained.  "Andy, I know you love me and to be honest, I
like you too.  I don't think its love, but I like you a lot.  But you gotta
remember, we are guys, and we go to school where if anybody ... anybody knew
what was going on, my reputation, our reputations, would be ruined.  I can't
risk that and you still got 3 1/2 years here.  I know you don't want people
calling you queer all that time.  And the fact is I do love Lisa, OK ... no,
look at me ... "  Andy had turned his head.  "We been together for a while
now and she is a very nice person."

    Andy felt like crying, but did not.  "So why did you come over?" Andy
asked.

    "Because I was worried about you, Dude.  I seen ya moping around all day
and I knew it was over me and I just want you to know I'm sorry, but there
ain't nothin' I can do about it."

    "I wish I weren't in love with you," Andy mumbled.  By now he was sitting
on his bed facing the still standing Austin.  Andy's mind was reeling,
completely confused.  He did not know what to do.  On the one hand, he could
ask Austin to leave and be done with him, or he could insist Austin choose
the girl he was in love with or the boy who gives good head.  Andy could also
concede, cooperate with the reality he faced.  A faint hope played its way
through his thoughts, one where Austin could only choose Andy over Lisa.

    Austin turned to leave, but Andy asked him to wait.  "Lock the door,"
Andy said.  Austin walked back after doing so and looked down at the boy in
pain.  "I love you, Austin," Andy said.  It seemed the more he said the
words, merely thought them even, the harder it was to deal with.

    "I know, Dude, but I don't love you back.  At least not the way you so
me."

    "I shoulda never wrote that note."

    "Why?"

    "Because ... this sucks!  Nevermind," Andy said.  He wanted to explain
his torment to Austin, attempt to make him understand.  Somehow, he knew
words could never convey his truest emotions to Austin.

    "Andy, you're a helluva nice kid and you'll find somebody to love you
back one day," Austin said.  "We still friends?"  Austin offered a friendly
hand to Andy, but he ignored it.  Instead, he pulled Austin to him by his
hips and hastily pulled down Austin's jeans.  Within seconds he had Austin's
flaccid penis between his lips, desperately trying to pump life into it.  He
would prove himself a better lover than Lisa, prove that he cared more for
Austin than anyone.  Andy attacked Austin, cajoling an erection.

    "Whoa!"  Austin said, stepping back.  "You don't have to do this for my
sake."

    But Andy was not doing it for Austin.  He was completely selfish in his
motives He knew he could make Austin love him with his actions.  He reasoned
to please Austin at all costs, ignoring Austin's assertion that they just be
friends.

    Andy pulled the older boy back into him and Austin's lust overtook him.
Andy bobbed savagely on Austin, having overcome his gagging reflex.  Austin
kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the jeans that pooled at his ankles.
He spread his legs wider and began humping the hole Andy provided him.  Andy
felt the furry testicles slamming under his chin.  He grabbed Austin's ass
and pulled him inside, holding him there until he needed a breath.  All the
while, Austin urged him to suck harder and faster.  Andy could not get enough
of Austin.  He made love to his cock, enticing it, tricking it into
submission.  The ultimate goal being to win Austin's love.  Andy had heard
that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.  Andy postulated that
the way to a boy's heart was through his dick, and with that belief in mind,
he continued as if trying to swallow Austin prick first, like some misguided
snake devouring it's prey.

    Austin bucked hard.  The continuous slamming of his weight had forced
Andy on his back.  Austin went with him, never losing a stroke.  He was
straddling Andy's face, urgently pumping to the end, totally oblivious to
anything other than the world in which he was embedded.  Austin's shirt
dangled loosely over Andy's face and he followed the trail of faint hairs as
they pointed at the button of Austin's navel.  He eyes traveled and he peered
at the underside of perfectly formed chest muscles, tipped with rose colored
nipples.  He let out a groan as he fell deeper in love with the boy now
possessing him.  He loved the way Austin's strong shoulders supported his
weight over him and he loved even more, the rocking hips plunging into him.

    But Andy was not content.  He wanted more and after a diligent effort, he
was able to topple Austin off him.  "What's wrong?"  Austin pleaded, his
looming orgasm interrupted.

    A lustful Andy simply said, "I want you in me."

    Austin halfheartedly protested, with Andy hearing something about it
being wrong; saving himself for someone special; it will hurt; his mother
being downstairs.  Andy could not have cared less and the look on his face
convinced Austin that Andy was serious.  Andy knew, rather assumed, it would
hurt, but what greater gift could he give to prove himself to Austin.  His
sacrifice would be ultimate, a final desperate submission that would convince
Austin.

    Andy kissed his way to Austin's crotch, beginning with the boy's feet.
Hungrily, he licked at the muscular calves and thighs, lingering behind the
knees.  Austin rolled his head from side to side in anticipation.  When at
last he opened his eyes, Andy was preparing to mount him.  He had rewet
Austin's dick and it glistened and twitched.  Andy noticed that the head of
it was obscenely engorged and purple.  A puddle of precum appeared
conveniently and Andy scooped it into his fingers, plastering it on his
waiting hole.  Andy looked straight into Austin's eyes as Austin watched the
gap close between his dick and Andy's ass.  Andy was holding it perfectly
vertical, guiding it to his lowering body.  Austin uncontrollably thrust
upward, making contact with the tight, slippery hole.  Andy gasped upon
feeling the intimate contact, and suddenly realized the awesomeness of the
pending invasion.  He could not picture Austin's massive prick entering him.
He knew it was twice as big as anything that had ever come out of there.
Still, he pressed down further, feeling the first half of the head spreading
him.  He instantly burst into a profuse sweat.  Within minutes, he was
covered in a dewey sheen of perspiration.  He watched Austin quivering
beneath him and he was struck with the notion that he may very well be
possessing Austin instead of Austin possessing him.  At that moment, he owned
Austin and it was obvious to all who cared to look.

    The pain was becoming unbearable and he longed to stop.  But he could
not, instead driven by his selfish desire.  His ass ached and he began to
lift upwards, instinctively evading the pain, but he was met by the
resistance of Austin's hands securely holding his waist.

    Slowly he descended.  He was almost to the point of giving up when he
felt something give.  Austin grunted at the instant of entry and Andy sighed,
realizing that the enormous head was completely inside him, making way for
the thinner shaft.  With typical 17 year old impatience, Austin bucked
upward, pulled Andy down and completed their union.

    Both boys were sweating.  Andy never stopped looking into Austin's eyes.
He gasped for Austin to wait a minute.  Gradually he became acclimated to the
intrusion and slowly the pain gave way to a warm glowing sensation throughout
him.  Andy lifted himself, feeling the tickling, tantalizing sensation of
withdrawal, and quickly impaled himself again.  He repeated over and again,
establishing a comfortable, easy rhythm with Austin's bucking, lunging hips.

    Austin rolled Andy onto his back and Andy instinctively lifted his legs
over Austin's shoulders, opening himself completely for Austin's assault.
Over and again Austin buried into him.  The sheets were soaked with the
evidence of their passion, a voyeur's delight as Austin crushed his balls
into Andy's upturned ass cheeks.  Andy found himself moaning loudly and
Austin placed his palm tightly over Andy's mouth.  The boy bit into it to
control his vocal lust.  The pounding continued and Andy completely lost in
the intense feeling of the moment, was saddened as Austin plunged into him a
last time.  The boys' heads were ear to ear, Andy's arms wrapped tightly
around Austin's back, sliding in the wetness.  Both were breathing quite
heavily when Andy felt the power of Austin's shot deep inside his guts.  He
hugged tighter as the boy's orgasm continued.  Biting into Austin's shoulder,
he was surprised when Austin turned his head and forced his lips onto Andy's
mouth.  Instinctively, Andy parted his lips, allowing the strong tongue to
enter.  He delighted in feeling it exploring his mouth, playing with his
tongue, rubbing his gums.

    Then too, was the friction of Austin's lean abdomen as his stomach humped
Andy's rigid cock.  Each thrust bringing Andy closer to orgasm.  His cock had
found the center groove of Austin's six pack and it slid effortlessly,
lubricated in their sweat.  His cock ached as he desperately sought relief.
The tortuous rubbing was over, just as Andy felt the first gush of Austin
inside him.  Andy came too, equaling the intensity of his lover, his juice
bonding their midsection with its hot pungent stickiness.

    The pulsing in his ass finally stopped and simultaneously the boys
relaxed.  Andy slid his legs off Austin's shoulders, and in doing so, forced
the shriveling penis from his ass.  Austin rolled over and onto his back,
content to lay there, breathing heavily in his post-orgasmic bliss.  Andy
rolled onto his side, peering down at the person he loved.  Slowly he bent
down, seeking the intimate contact of the older boy's mouth and was surprised
when Austin turned away from him.  Quickly Austin sat up and grabbed his
briefs.  "I gotta go, Dude," he said.  Andy, by now used to heartbreak, did
not question him, at least verbally.  But his eyes did, nevertheless.  "It's
almost 8:30 and ... " Austin did not finish the sentence and Andy knew it had
something to do with Lisa.

    Andy watched Austin slide into his jeans and put on his shoes.  Austin
grabbed a dirty shirt, wiped the stickiness from his chest and tossed it to
the floor.  Andy surprised himself by feeling neither modesty, nor guilt as
he lay spent and naked on the soaked bed.  He sat upright as Austin zipped
his jeans, taking care to tuck the flaccid penis into its most alluring
position.  "You ain't even gonna say thanks?"  Andy said to Austin as the boy
unlocked the bedroom door.

    Austin walked the eight feet across the room and looked down at his naked
friend.  He lifted the boy's chin and kissed the sweaty forehead.  "Thanks,"
Austin said, and he quickly left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Just then, Andy knew he was victorious in his battle.  He had played his hand
and won.  The proof was in the satisfied kiss from the stud who had just worn
out his ass.

    Andy gathered his clothes and tossed them into the hamper and after
peering into the hallway, scampered naked into the bathroom.  Suddenly he
felt the urge to relieve his bowels.