Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2005 21:17:59 +0000 From: Paul Francis Subject: New submission; 'Andrew's Story': Chapter 3. The story below is a work of erotic fiction If reading erotic material is illegal where you live, please leave this page now. If you are under age for reading this type of material, please leave this page now. This story contains scenes of sexual interaction between underage boys; if this is not what you want to read, please leave this page now. Please e-mail any comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk; I will reply as soon as I can. THREE The evening is much easier than yesterday. I'm much calmer; I can concentrate on my homework, Science and History, without thinking about Justin every five seconds. I don't get a hard-on either. By ten to eight it's all finished. I wander down to the living room. The television's on but mum's busy reading the paper. I flop down on the sofa, pick up the remote and flick though a few channels. There's nothing on I want to watch; it's all boring. "Mum," I ask. "Is it okay if I phone Craig?" "Yes, if you want. Don't be on there for ages though!" "No, I won't! May I use the phone in the study?" "Oh, boys' talk, is it?" she says, giving me a knowing smile "Yes, go on!" "Thanks mum!" I bound up the stairs and into the study, closing the door behind me. I settle into the big office chair and dial the number. "Hi kid, everything okay?" he asks. "Yeah, cool! Thanks for bringing the troops out for me!" "No problem! I thought about letting you have it out with the older Jenkins one on one, but one of the teachers would probably have come out and broken it up and you'd have been in trouble for fighting. There might have been some awkward questions asked too, and you don't want that." He pauses for a second. "So I guess Justin's the little blond kid that was waiting with Ashley?" "Yeah!" "Very cute!" He giggles and lowers his voice. "I hope you'll be very happy together!" "Yeah, very funny! I do love him tho! He's so cute; I've never felt like that about anyone else. Do you fancy him?" "Well, I wouldn't kick him out, but he's a bit small for me and a bit too pretty. I like them more boyish looking. Why, does he want to get something on?" "No, he was worried that you might hit on him because you know he's having sex with me." "And what did you say?" "I told him you wouldn't do that. He says although he gets horny, he doesn't want to have sex with just anybody and he doesn't even know you yet. I think he got bullied pretty badly at junior school. He seems very nervous around people he doesn't know." "Thanks! Well he's not a slut anyway. That's good, I guess! So I suppose you gave him another good seeing to!" "No, actually I screwed up there. He seemed really up for it yesterday, like I told you, but he didn't like, you know, the after effects. His bum was still really sore. It's okay, he was cool about it all, and I don't mind; he gives amazing blow-jobs!" "Yeah! I thought you might have rushed it a bit! You'll have to take it really slow if you want to do that again. Still, sounds like there was no real harm done. So where does he live?" "Birchwood Park." "Birchwood Park? They must be seriously minted to live there! What does his dad do?" "Dunno; haven't asked him. Anyway, thanks for this afternoon. Got to go, mum will be complaining about the phone bill! Says she'll take it out of my pocket money; never does though! See ya!" I put the phone down. Craig's a great kid; I really owe him, not just for this afternoon, but for loads of stuff he's done. If I need him, he's always there. I guess most people would think he took advantage of me, turned me queer, all that sort of shit. That's bollocks. I was waay up for it, getting hornier by the day. He just helped me understand that it was okay to feel the way I did. He even warned me not to hit on my mates unless I was sure they were really up for it. He's right about Birchwood Park too. The houses there are huge; Justin's dad must earn zillions. Funny Craig not fancying him though! Friday morning and we've finally made it to our games class. We'll be playing soccer, and I love that. I'm a decent player, not really brilliant like Shane, but I'm okay. I'm hoping I'll get into the school team when the trials are held next week. We get changed and head out onto the field. Sides are picked and the game starts. Justin's on my team and the first thing I discover is that he's absolutely useless! If the ball comes to him he just kicks it anywhere, he won't challenge for the ball, even when it's 60-40 in his favour, and there's no way he'll tackle anybody. He's even worse than Richard! I wouldn't have believed that anyone could be so brilliant in the gym can be so hopeless at soccer, but what do I know? There area couple of good players in the class though. Tim Webster is about the same standard as me. I'd guess he plays for a club because he seems to know what he's doing. Dwayne Reid is outstanding! He's the biggest kid in the class, about three inches taller than me, weighs around 120 pounds and there's not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. He's not as skilful as Shane, but he's so fast and so strong! I manage to put a couple of decent challenges on him, but most of the time I can't even get close. The game finishes and we make our way back to the changing room. "Right lads! Strip off and into the shower!" Mr. Welland barks at us. I'm wondering how Justin will react today. To my surprise he strips down to his boxers, pulls them off and is ready for the shower before I am. He waits for a few seconds and we go through together. After the gym class incident I know I'll have to be careful; some of the other kids are going to be watching. Perving them is out of the question. As it goes, I don't want to do that anyway. I steal a quick glance at Justin. There's no sign of him getting a hard-on. I feel so proud of him; he's won that little battle with himself. We rinse ourselves off, quickly rub ourselves dry and trot back to our clothes. "Will you be going to the soccer trial?" Mr.Welland asks me. "Yes sir." "Good. You've a good chance of making the team, I'd say. Can't promise anything, of course; it's not my team." "Thanks sir." He ruffles Justin's hair. "Not as good at soccer as you are in the gym then?" Justin grins at him, looking embarrassed. "No sir." Mr.Welland smiles. "Well, you can't be good at everything!" He goes across to chat to Tim and Dwayne. We finish getting dressed. I suddenly feel a lot more grown up, a lot more sure of who I am, if that makes any sense. It's like I've stepped out of a dark tunnel into the light; I feel much more confident about where I'm going and what I'm doing. The end of another day and we're strolling up Lansdowne Road eating ice creams, enjoying the September sunshine, three ordinary boys doing very ordinary things. "Justin, what does your dad do?" I ask. "He works for Eagle Telecom," he tells us. "He's the sales director." "Wow!" Ashley comments. "Eagle Telecom are enormous. He must earn loads!" "Yeah. He was sales manager for the Midlands and the North of England. Then he got this job so we had to move down here." He pauses for a moment. "Dad grew up on a council estate in Manchester, like Vale Farm, worse probably. But he worked hard and he's great at getting on with people, so when he left school he got into sales. He's just worked his way up." "Impressive!" Ashley comments. "Yeah!" Justin says wistfully, screwing his face up. "It's just that he's working all the time, and when he's not working he's playing golf with people he does business with, and when he isn't doing that he's going to watch his beloved Manchester United. I think he's disappointed that I'm not interested in soccer and don't want to go with him, but you've seen how useless I am at it, well, Andrew has. So when I used to ask him if he was going to my parents' evening at school, he'd say `Oh, you're doing okay, I don't think we've got anything to worry about there!' When I'm doing a gym competition he never comes to watch. Mum does, but he's never been, not even once. Other dads are there, mine never is. Oh, I know how hard he works so we can live in a nice house and that, and I don't even mind him going to watch football; he needs to relax and get away from stuff, I know that. I just wish he had some time to spend on things I want to do. It's almost like we don't really know each other." I don't know what to say. The words just tumbled out in one big rush; I wasn't expecting that. "That's tough," Ashley says, looking thoughtful. "I'm lucky; my dad comes to everything I'm doing, parents' evenings at school, listening to me playing in the orchestra, everything. I like having him there; it shows he's interested. I'd hate it if he stopped doing it." Ashley branches off up Maple Drive and Justin and I are alone. "Sorry Justin, I didn't mean to be nosy like that. I won't say anything about what you told us; I know Ashley won't either." He shrugs. "Thanks. I hope it didn't sound like me feeling sorry for myself. I'm glad you asked; I needed to tell somebody about it." We stroll on, each of us lost in his own thoughts. I know all about not having a dad there for me, especially when I'm playing soccer. Having a dad who could be there but isn't, that's almost worse. I don't want to talk about it though; I guess it's a painful subject for me too. We wander into Beech Tree Avenue. I haven't even asked if he's coming back to my house; we both know that's what we're going to do. I let us in, we collect cold drinks from the fridge and head up to my bedroom. I draw the curtains and we start to undress. In a matter of seconds we're down to our underwear. Justin put his arms round my neck and looks up at me. "I'm not bothered about dad never being there any more. You're all I need now," he whispers. I feel a lump in my throat; that is so sad! I lean forward and kiss him. We collapse back onto the bed. Fuck! I love this kid! I'd walk off a cliff for him if I had to. We discard our underwear and make ourselves comfortable. Just being snuggled up with him like this, that'll do for me! "Justin," I ask, "You know when we were in gym class and Mr. Welland asked about doing handsprings and stuff. You seemed really embarrassed about it. Why?" "When I go to gym club it's okay, because everyone's good at it. I'm just part of the group. But at school, well, not many boys do gym like I do, so it's like I'm showing off, and I hate that." I kiss him on the forehead. "I love you!" I whisper. So what happens next? Well, it's all a bit of a blur really. We kiss, we stroke each other, we lick, we suck; eventually we cum in each other's mouths. And oh, we both swallow it again, that's about all I can tell you. And I love every single second of it, of course, but I guess you know that anyway. Tuesday afternoon and we're heading for our last class of the day. "Mum's coming to pick me up today," Justin announces. "Sorry, I should have told you before, I forgot. I'm starting gym training again tonight. I never went last week, with starting at a new school and everything, but we've got a competition in a few weeks, so I need to get back into it. It's every Tuesday and Thursday; I'll still be walking home with you the other nights, if that's okay." "Yeah, no problem," Ashley tells him. "Go for it!" An hour later Ashley and I are strolling up Lansdowne Road. "Andrew," he asks, "D'you mind if I ask you a question?" That's a bit odd. He wouldn't usually say that, he'd just ask. I shrug. "Of course not; what's the problem?" "Are you and Justin boyfriends?" I take a deep breath. He's taken me by surprise with that one. A thousand thoughts rush through my brain all at once. "I mean, we know Justin's gay," Ashley continues, "there doesn't seem to be much argument about that, and you've been spending an awful lot of time with him." I've got a hundred and one excuses lined up for precisely this situation and I'm not going to use any of them. I'm still not quite ready to say it out loud though. "You're not jealous, are you?" I ask, playing for time. "No! Of course not! It's not like you've been neglecting everyone else or anything. I was just wondering." "Oh! Well, I suppose we are." He gives me a big smile. "I thought so. That's so cool! Just little things, you know, I could tell you really like him. I clocked you might be gay a few months back. You started saying stuff about sex; I sort of knew you wanted us to start messing about. I just pretended I didn't understand." This is severely embarrassing! I thought I'd got away with that! "D'you think Shane and Richard realised?" I ask, feeling somewhat apprehensive. "Not sure," he answers. "Well, I'm pretty sure Richard never got what you were saying; don't know about Shane. Sometimes he picks up on stuff and sometimes he doesn't. We haven't talked about it if that's what you're worried about!" Well, that's a relief anyway. It's still a shock though. I know Ashley's good at picking up on things, I didn't realise he was this good! It's almost scary. "You don't mind then?" I ask. "No, of course not. It's your life. You and Justin seem really happy together. It's nobody else's business really, is it?" Ashley is so cool, so mature; he's the best mate anyone could ever have. We reach Maple Drive. He gives me a big smile. "Look, how long have we been friends, the four of us I mean? Like forever. Well, I suppose us two have got quite a lot in common, but why am I friends with Shane and Richard. Is it because their parents have really good jobs and they live in nice houses? No. is it because they're really clever? No. It's because they're two of the best kids I could ever meet, and if I ever need anyone you guys are always there for me." The way he can just hit the nail on the head like that knocks me sideways. I've never met anyone else like him. "Thanks Ash!" I mutter, unable to think of anything else to say. "See ya!" he grins. He trots across Lansdowne Road; moments later he's gone.