Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 20:31:47 +0000 From: Paul Francis Subject: 'Andrew's Story', Chapter 5. This is a work of erotic fiction. If reading erotic fiction is illegal where you live, pleas leave this page now. If you are under age forreading 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. If you have any comments about this story, please e-mail then to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk I will reply as soon as I can. FIVE Sunday morning, and I'm lying in bed trying to figure it out. Shane's a really good mate. Ashley said it; he's one of the best kids you could ever meet. We've been mates a long time too. Having sex with him a few days ago was the wildest, horniest thing I've ever done; it was awesome. But I don't have the same feelings for him that I do for Justin; I don't know why, but I just don't. It's the same with Craig, I guess. He's been like an older brother, always there when I've needed him, always helping me, encouraging me. I love having sex with him too, but I don't have those feelings for him either. With Justin there's something extra. Don't ask me what it is; I couldn't tell you. I just know it's there. I don't know why either; it just is. Life can be pretty confusing sometimes, growing up, getting feelings you've never had before and trying to work out what to do about them. And when those feelings are directed towards a boy, a boy you've known for less than two weeks, that's even more difficult. It's not that I'm complaining. Being with Justin is the most amazing thing in the whole world, but, well, it's hard too. I suppose we're lucky in one way. After what Shane calls `that run-in with Jenkins', Justin being gay or me being gay isn't even mentioned. But I want to do it right. I don't want to let him down, ever. I want to be a real friend, not like those so-called friends he had at junior school. But I've got other things to focus on, my schoolwork, soccer, my other friends. I'm not going to abandon them and I know Justin wouldn't want me to. I know he said he wouldn't mind me having sex with other guys if I wanted to, and he already knows about me and Craig, but I don't feel comfortable with it. After I had sex with Shane it felt like I'd let him down. I know it sounds stupid, but it's just the way I feel. In the afternoon I meet up with Shane at our club soccer match. We've played in the same team since we were eight. It's a poor, scrappy game. We squeak a 2-1 win but I know we haven't played well. A better team would have run rings round us. After the game, Shane and I head for home. "I met up with Craig," he tells me quietly. "Oh yeah? When was that?" I ask casually. "Yesterday morning. We went round to mine." "You enjoyed yourself, then?" I enquire, giving him a mischievous grin." "Yeah! Fuck, man, it was awesome!" he enthuses. He lowers his voice to a whisper. "He fucked me senseless!" He scowls slightly. "Told me off for having those pictures though." "Yeah?" "Well, he was right. I wouldn't want pictures of me all over the internet like that. I've got rid of them." That's exactly what Craig would have done. I feel a bit guilty though; I should have done that but I bottled it. "I pretty much guessed you'd done it," I tell him giving him a big smile. "Craig came to mine in the afternoon. Well, he sort of wasn't as up for it as he usually is!" "Sorry if I spoiled your fun!" he responds, trying not to laugh. "You didn't!" I tell him. "It was cool. Anyway, I've got Justin now." Shane's suddenly serious again, screwing his face up like he always does when he's trying to get hold of an idea he doesn't really understand. "So you and Justin are, like, boyfriends then?" "Yeah." "So it's, like, not just about having sex with him." "No." "Cool," he responds absently, after a few seconds pause. He doesn't get it; I knew he wouldn't. Fuck! I'm not even sure that I get it. We arrive at Dean Court Road. I won't get invited in today; it's nearly four o'clock and his mum will soon be back from her shift in the supermarket. She has to work crazy hours just so Shane can have decent soccer boots and stuff. It seems wrong that they have to struggle like that; I'm glad we don't. "See ya then!" he says, grinning brightly again. I stand and watch as he walks the few yards to his house. He loves his mum to bits; he should do too, she works so hard to give him a decent life. I wonder how she'd feel about him having sex with other boys. I put the thought out of my mind and make my way up the hill towards home. Tuesday afternoon and our school soccer match against St. Michael's, I am way excited. My partner in the centre of defence is called Femi, forget the surname, it's unpronounceable; his parents are from Nigeria. We hit it off straight away. He's not quite as tall as me, and not as good in the air, but he's more comfortable on the ball than I am. We're calling to each other all through the game, just like you're supposed to; we never get pulled out of position once. Even though we've never played together before, it's obvious that this is going to be a very good team. We've got eleven good players on the pitch; St Michael's have about three. We win 5 - 1. It's an awesome start. After the match I head out of school with Shane. "Want to come round to mine again?" he enquires, giving me a knowing grin. I check my watch; it's almost five-thirty. "Sorry," I tell him. "There's not enough time; I've got to be home for six or Mum will start asking awkward questions." He shrugs, giving me a rueful smile. "No problem! Craig says he'll come round after school tomorrow! I still want to do it with you though!" Talk about mixed emotions! In one way I'm just dying to have sex with him again, but in another, I just feel I shouldn't be doing it. Anyway, he's got Craig helping him get his rocks off, so that's cool. I guess we probably will do it again sometime, maybe after soccer practice on Thursday. Things start to settle into a routine. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays Justin comes round to my house and we have sex. In between, there are the get-togethers with Shane, when I'm too horny to say no, which is almost every time he asks me. Knowing how horny he is makes him just about irresistible. He always wants me to fuck him. We do it with Shane down on all fours, or standing up, feet wide apart bending over a chair. I play with his cock while I'm fucking him and he cums all over the place. We have to put an old towel there so we don't make a mess. But me and Justin, that's different. Do we make love? No, that sounds stupid, like we're trying to cover up what we actually do. We do love each other; I love Justin to bits and I know he feels the same way about me, but what we do is have sex. That's pretty much a routine too, I guess. We both know what we like doing and what we like the other one to do. We lick, we suck, we fondle, we kiss. We kiss a lot. Is it as wild and exciting as fucking Shane? No, but that's not the point. I can't imagine ever feeling about anyone else the way I do about Justin; just being with him would be enough, everything else is a bonus. I get lots of bonuses. I'll tell you what the difference is. After I've fucked Shane everything is, like, back to normal, almost like it never happened. After I've had sex with Justin I'm on cloud nine for days. Strange, huh? I have to front-up to Craig too, the very next time he comes round. I tell him the about Shane giving me the come-on in the showers, going back to his house, the whole thing. "After we'd done it he asked me if I'd ever done it with anyone else apart from him and Justin." I say quietly, concluding my story. "And?" he asks. "First I made him promise not to breathe a word to anyone; he did, so I told him. He went wild for it! I told him if that was what he wanted, he should just let you know; I knew you wouldn't turn him down!" His eyes widen. "Fuck!" he replies, grinning broadly. "So that was why he suddenly came onto me! Fuck! I couldn't believe it! He's so cute but I never dreamed he'd be into anything like that; he seems so straight! I certainly never expected he'd want me to fuck him. I thought you were a horny little sod, but he's something else! Have to keep very quiet about it though. I don't want anyone finding out and I know Shane doesn't." "Yeah, well you know Shane won't say anything, and I'm not going to, not even to Justin." He ruffles my hair. "You really care about Justin, don't you?" he asks. "Yeah. It's hard to explain." "Don't try," he responds, running his fingers down my back, "just enjoy it." It sounds like good advice; Craig always gives me good advice. Wednesday, fourth week of term, Justin and I are having our special time together. "Andrew," he tells me, "this Saturday afternoon I've got my first gymnastics competition for my new club. It's the first time I've competed since I moved here. Last year I never did very well, what with all the bullying at school and that, but since I've come here, well, the kids at the new club are great and the coach is brilliant. I've really started to improve, especially since I met you. Would you like to come and watch? I'd love it if you would. Afterwards you can come to my house for tea, and you can sleep over if you want; there are twin beds in my room, so it won't be a problem you sleeping in there with me." I don't even have to think. Sure, it'll mean having to cancel my regular meet-up with Craig, but that's not a problem, especially as he'll be giving Shane a good seeing-to that morning. "Wow!" I whisper, stroking his silky soft hair. "That would be awesome!" We collapse into a wonderful, mind-blowing kiss. I tell Mum about the invitation when she gets home from work. After tea she rings Justin's mum. They talk on the phone for, like, hours, the way mum's do, I guess, but it's all set; I can go. Justin's mum will pick me up at 11:30 Saturday morning and drop me off after breakfast on Sunday. This is going to be totally amazing! Actually sleeping with Justin, wow, that is so special! I know there are twin beds, and I guess we'll start off that way and possibly finish that way. In between? I guess we'll have to wait and see, but I want to sleep with him snuggled right up next to me; I've got a fair idea that's what he wants too. Saturday, twenty past eleven and I'm all ready to go, dressed in my best playing-out clothes with just a few things packed into a small overnight bag. My heart's racing like I can't ever remember it. Just before half past the doorbell rings. I run to open it. It's Justin and his mum. I know it's his mum because she's holding a set of car keys. I can't believe what I'm looking at; she is beautiful! She's blond like Justin, a few inches taller than me and doesn't look old enough to be anybody's mum! She chats to my mum for a couple of minutes, her Manchester accent much stronger than Justin's. Mum gives me a big peck on the cheek - so embarrassing! - and we're on our way. The car's at the bottom of the drive, a BMW 5-series only about a year old. I knew they had plenty of money and this just confirms it. I sit in the back with Justin and seven year old Louise, the younger of Justin's sisters. She's blond too and like a very pretty doll. Claire, Justin's other sister, is in the front passenger seat. She's ten, but actually a bit taller than Justin, blond and stunningly pretty. Yeah, I know I'm into boys, but I still know what pretty is. As she turns round to say hello I can see that her breasts are just beginning to develop. Wow! She must have boys chasing her like there's no tomorrow; I know plenty of boys who'd go crazy to go out with a girl as pretty as her. It all makes sense, now too; they get it from their mum, all of them. We have to drive for almost an hour to a sports centre somewhere near Tottenham. Justin grins at me. "It's funny, dad will be just up the road in a couple of hours time; Man United are away at Spurs today." We make our way inside. Justin and Claire make their way to get changed and join their team mates. I feel so nervous; I wouldn't be this nervous if I was competing myself. There are six teams representing clubs from all over North London, with each club having two competitors in each exercise. Justin's competing in two exercises, the floor and the vault. Claire is just competing in the floor exercise in the girls' competition. The competition starts at quarter past one. Some of the boys are very cute, I have to admit, but none of them is anywhere like as cute as Justin. They're all wearing long white gym pants over their shorts too; that is a disappointment! It's two o'clock when the boys' floor exercise starts. I can't believe the stuff these kids are doing, stretching, tumbling, getting into seemingly impossible positions. The muscle control is unbelievable. Justin is drawn to compete tenth out of twelve. I can hardly bear to watch, I'm so nervous. He goes through his routine without a mistake, or at least one that I can see. When he's finished we wait for the score. He's in third place, on for a bronze medal, but there are two more boys still to go. Watching them is even worse. The first one makes an obvious mistake; that's him out of the reckoning. The final boy looks good, maybe as good as Justin. I know it's going to be close. Waiting for his score to come up seems to take, like forever. At last it flashes up on the screen. Justin's beaten him by one tenth of a point. Yes! Yes! Yes!! I feel so elated for him. A few minutes later he comes bouncing across to us, his medal round his neck. He gives his mum a big kiss. I want to hug him, but I know I can't, not in front of all those people. We give each other high fives. "The vault starts in an hour," he says, smiling broadly. "That's my main event." In between is the girls' floor exercise. Odd, the girls perform to music, the boys don't. I watch it because Claire's in it and it would seem rude not to, but to be honest I find it a bit boring after watching the boys. Claire does okay, finishing fifth. At last it's time for the boys' vault. Each boy has to do two vaults. Justin's drawn towards the end again, ninth this time. I watch each boy twisting and somersaulting through the air, totally amazed by how springy and supple they all are. Then it's Justin's turn. My heart is in my mouth; I've never felt as nervous as this. He runs in and just explodes off the vaulting horse; he goes way higher than anyone else, twisting and somersaulting and landing perfectly. That has to be the best so far, surely? It is; when the score comes up he's got a clear lead. The other three boys take their first vaults. One of them goes into second place. They move onto the second vault. Nobody does anything that threatens Justin's first vault score; all he'll have to do is just match them on his second vault and he'll win. I watch him as he stands at the start of the runway. He looks so composed, so focussed. He sprints in. I'm so nervous it seems like he's running in slow motion. Then wow! Just wow! He springs off the box, twisting and somersaulting and landing facing back towards the vaulting horse. He does take a small step back when he lands; I know that's a mistake, but the vault was so much more difficult than anything the other boys have done that it can't matter. The score comes up. Even with the mistake it's a higher score than his first vault. One of the last three boys will have to do something superhuman to win it now. They don't, of course; Justin's won by a big margin. The feelings of elation and euphoria make this one of the most unbelievable experiences I've ever had. I know he's been through a lot, and a lot his mum and dad don't really know about. To see him perform like that is just so perfect. I feel so proud of him; he is one very special kid. "Mum," he asks as he comes over to show us his gold medal, "can we stay to the end, there's only one more exercise. I think we might win the team prize." His mum smiles indulgently. "Oh, go on! You're dad won't be back until six so it won't matter. I can't say no when you've done so well, can I?" Justin squats down next to me as we begin watching the boys competing on the rings. All the exercises have looked hard; this one looks downright painful. "I can't do this," Justin whispers. "My arms aren't strong enough." Yeah, well I know where he's coming from there; I can't imagine how anyone's arms can be strong enough to do what these kids are doing. The competition comes to a close; Justin's team mates have finished third and sixth. It's enough; they've won the boys' team competition by two points. Justin seems more elated with that than with his own performance; I guess that's one of the things that makes him so special. At five thirty we set off for home. Justin is very quiet; I just leave him to chill out. I know what it's like playing in an important soccer match where I've got a really good centre forward to mark and I can't let my concentration wander for a second. That's hard, but I can't even imagine how hard it is to perform the way Justin has. He needs some time to unwind; I know I always do. At six twenty we turn into Birchwood Park. The houses are huge. We pull into the drive of one of the biggest ones. There's a Mercedes S-Class already parked there. That has to be his dad's car. Yeah, well I already knew they had lots of money, but it still comes as a shock, seeing it like that. We make our way inside. I don't know what I expected his dad to be like, but it wasn't anything like he actually is: late thirties, probably just under six feet tall, quite slim, dark wavy hair, very tanned, dressed in designer label jeans and polo top. He's a real fit looking guy. The real surprise is that Justin's nothing like him; none of the kids are. He gives Justin's mum a quick kiss. "So how did you get on?" he asks enthusiastically. Justin shows him his medals. "Well done! That's brilliant, that!" he responds, giving Justin a hug and ruffling his hair. "Well, we won too so it's been a good day all round. What about you, miss?" he says, addressing Claire. "Fifth," she replies somewhat disconsolately. He gives her a big hug. "You've got to keep working at it. You'll succeed if you put the work in." He turns to me, extending a hand. I take it in mine; the handshake is warm and positive. "You must be Andrew," he says brightly. "Justin's told us a lot about you. So you're a soccer player then?" "Yes." "What position do you play?" "Centre of defence." "Right! And now the key question: who do you support?" "Arsenal, of course!" I say, grinning at him. He's smiling too. "The enemy! I thought it would be! Seriously though, they're a great side. Do you ever go to see them?" "No, mum's not into soccer really, and she says I'm too young to go on my own. My Granddad was going to take me, but he had a stroke when I was five so he can't do that any more." "That's a real shame!" he says. "Well, if I get tickets for our game at Highbury I'll take you along; you might even persuade Justin to come!" "Thanks!" I mutter, feeling well embarrassed. "Right," he announces. "I've put dinner on, it shouldn't be long!" "You mean you turned the oven on!" Claire says mockingly. Justin shows me around the house. Inside it seems even bigger, and they've got everything you can think of. Huge plasma screen television in the lounge room with full surround sound, leather sofas and armchairs, hardwood floors, the whole works. Everything is absolutely top class. We make our way upstairs. Justin's room is way bigger than mine, he's got his own television, DVD player, hi-fi, top of the range computer; he's even got his own bathroom. "I had to fight Claire for this," he tells me. "She wanted this room, so we tossed for it and I won. Her room's pretty cool though." We flop down on the beds, me on one, Justin on the one that's obviously his. "Your dad seems really nice," I tell him. "Yeah, well I told you, he's great at getting on with people, that's why he's a brilliant salesman. Mum says he could sell ice to Eskimos!" "Well, I just hadn't expected him to be like that, I guess." Justin shrugs. "Yeah, dad's cool, but where was he today?" The hurt in his voice is obvious. He says he doesn't mind his dad not being there, but he does. There's nothing I can say to him. I want to give him a big hug, but I guess this isn't the right time. A moment later we're called down to dinner. Dinner is brilliant; Justin's mum isn't just beautiful, she can cook too. There's lots of casual conversation about this and that; it's all very relaxed. "There's a boy in your class lives just down the road," Justin's dad comments. "You never seem to have anything to do with him." "Yeukk! David McIntyre!" Justin explodes. "He's a real snob, thinks he's better than everyone else, always going on about how his dad's this big film producer and how he knows all these famous people. I hate him! He's always creeping round the teachers too, isn't he Andrew?" David McIntyre is in Ashley's tutor group, but I'm with him for classes like maths and English. He's a grade one snob and a real creep as well. "Yeah, well he is always creeping to the teachers, but I've never had much to do with him," I comment, trying to sound non-committal. "I know him," Claire says dismissively. "He's creepy!" Their dad seems a bit surprised. "Well, I only asked!" he responds, grinning. "Sounds like he's not everybody's most popular person!" He's certainly got that right. I don't like the kid and I don't know anyone who does. He isn't even cute. I hadn't realised he lived up here. The evening passes uneventfully. We play some computer games, we watch some television on the big plasma screen, we chat about this and that. At some point Louise goes off to bed and Claire follows about an hour later. Pretty soon it's ten o'clock. "Okay, you two!" Justin's mum announces. "Time for bed! Justin, you've still got all your homework to do tomorrow." We head off up the stairs. I've been looking forward to this, but I'm still not quite sure how we're going to play it. Justin closes the bedroom door behind us. "How do you usually sleep?" He asks. "Just in my underpants. You?" "In my boxers, so that's cool." He whispers right up close to me. "Look, we'll just have to go to bed like we're supposed to for now. I'll put the telly on, we can chat for a bit. About half past mum will come in and turn it off and tell us to go to sleep. They'll go to bed about eleven; they always do. I'll set the alarm on my watch for quarter to twelve, just in case I fall asleep. Then I'll come and join you, okay?" "Yeah, brilliant! So can we stay together the whole night then?" "Yeah, sort of. I'll reset the alarm for half past six, so we can have some more fun before anyone else is awake, if you're up for that. Nobody else will be up before eight o'clock. Well, Louise might be but she won't come in here, she'll just go and watch cartoons on the telly downstairs." "Yeah, that's way cool," I respond. We start to get undressed. I'm already very excited and my briefs aren't doing anything to hide it. This could be a very long couple of hours! "Hehe! You're hard already!" Justin giggles. He whispers right in my ear. "So am I!" He pulls his cargo pants off allowing me to see the tent in his shorts. We hop into our separate beds and Justin switches on the telly. I lie back and try to relax. That's easier said than done when Justin's almost naked in the bed just a few feet away. "Justin," I ask, "you know this afternoon, when you came to take your second vault, you could have done a much easier vault, like the other kids were doing, and you'd still have won, but you didn't, you went for a really difficult one. Why?" "It's competition, isn't it? You've always got to be testing yourself, that's what Terry, my coach says. I dunno really. Those were the two vaults I'd practised, so that's what I did. Anyway, playing it safe isn't much fun, is it? You should know; you never bottle out of anything!" I hadn't thought of it like that, but I guess he's right. Bang on cue his mum comes in to turn the telly off. "Okay lads, off to sleep please! I want you out of bed in the morning eight o'clock sharp!" "Goodnight, Mrs. Marshall." I say, trying to sound sleepy. "Goodnight mum!" Justin squeaks. "Thanks for taking us today." She gives Justin a kiss and a hug then turns of the light and makes her way out, closing the door as she leaves. This is going to be the hard part. I'm so horny I hardly know which day of the week it is, but I'm going to have to wait for well over an hour. Still, I'm reckoning it's going to be worth it. As it goes I doze off; the next thing I know, Justin's in bed with me feeling me up in my underpants. I reach out to return the favour. Justin's already naked, his boxers discarded before he got into my bed, his hard cock throbbing between my fingers. "Come on, lover boy!" he whispers. "Let's get those off! I don't think you're going to be needing them for a bit!" He puts his fingers into the waistband of my briefs; I lift my bum slightly off the bed as he pulls them right off over my feet. We wrap our arms around each other and collapse into the most delicious, passionate kiss, our bodies meshed together, cocks rubbing against each other, tongues intertwined. This is amazing; I could stay like this forever. I run my fingers down Justin's back and over his bum, his body so beautifully firm but his skin so soft and silky smooth. I stroke his hair. That feels like silk too. He is perfection! I am so lucky to be here, so lucky just to have met him! It's several minutes before our lips part. "Happy?" Justin whispers. "Mmmmm!" I respond enthusastically. "I want to suck your cock!" he breathes. I roll onto my back so he can go down on me, but instead of just putting his head on my tummy like he usually does, he turns round and climbs right over the top of me. My cock is all warm and wet, my cockhead quickly hitting the back of his throat. He's holding the base of my cock between thumb and forefinger of one hand and massaging my balls with the other. This is fantastic! I want to do a sixty nine, but he's just not tall enough; I can't get there. His bum's right in front of my face. Without even thinking about it I push myself up onto my elbows and start licking him. In a matter of seconds my tongue's right on his little rosebud entrance, licking it, pushing at it. I've never even thought about doing this; it's just happened! His bum relaxes, allowing my tongue to push its way inside. The effect is electrifying; he's sucking me like the world's about to end! I pull my knees up so my feet are flat on the bed. I move his hand off my balls and guide his fingers towards my pucker. He goes straight to it. I reach down to my bag, pull out the tube of gel, and pass it to him. He lubes up his fuckfinger and pushes it right into me. This is the wildest, horniest thing we've ever done, it just has to be! I'm tonguing his tight little bum, he's sucking me and finger- fucking me and, oh wow, I can hardly breathe, my body's twitching all over, and the sensations in my cock are just unreal. Suddenly, I lose it big time. "Nng! Nnngg! Uhhhhh!! Aaaarrggghhhh!!!" The cum powers though my cock, flooding over and over into Justin's mouth. He sucks and licks and swallows till I've no more left to give. This is heaven, it has to be! I am totally out of it. That is as good as it gets; nothing can ever be more intense than that. Slowly I get my breath back. Justin's lying back down in his normal place, his face an inch from mine. "That was awesome!" he whispers. "You shot loads!" he pauses for a second. "Andrew, d'you want me to fuck you?" Oh wow! This was just not supposed to happen! He's the small, pretty one. I'm the kid who's tall for his age, the soccer player, all of that. I'm supposed to be the top, right? Wrong! Justin fucking me is exactly what I want. Since he started doing it with Shane, Craig's only fucked me once in the past month, and I want it; I want it right now! I grab a towel from my bag, pull the pillows into the middle of the bed and spread the towel over them. I know I've only just cum, but if this goes anything like I think it could, I might well cum a second time and I don't want to mess the bed. I lie down on my tummy, legs apart, the pillows under my hips. I pull my bum cheeks apart as Justin lowers himself onto me. He guides his cock onto my pucker; I relax and it slides right in. It takes him a few moments to settle himself then he sets to work. This is the most unreal feeling of all. His rock hard spike massaging my sex gland, his beautiful, firm body pressing down on top of mine, his fingers gripping my shoulders, his boy aroma, his hot breath flooding over me; I'm being transporting to a totally different world, and getting hornier with every thrust. My cock's throbbing and straining against the pillows; I know I won't be able to hold it for long. The spasms start right down at my toes before rushing up and throwing my whole body into crazy convulsions, my bum tightening around Justin's cock. I unload onto the towel, making my tummy all sticky. On top of my Justin is losing it too. He thrusts right into me then lies there perfectly still, gasping for air. After maybe half a minute his softening cock pops out of my bum. Awesome! There is no other word for it. We snake around so we're face-to-face again and go into a fantastic, passionate kiss. "Justin," I whisper as our lips separate, "this afternoon you were my hero, you were awesome, and so was that! I love you so much!" After I've used the bathroom and returned the spunky towel to my bag, we snuggle up in bed together and fall asleep with Justin's head on my chest. That is just the perfect way to end it. When I wake up he's still there, looking more beautiful than ever, the pale October sunshine streaming through a gap in the curtains. I check my watch. It's twenty past six. Justin's alarm will go off in ten minutes. I lie there listening to him breathing, feeling his chest rising and falling against mine, enjoying the sheer tranquillity of it. If I've ever felt totally at peace, it's now. At six thirty the alarm goes off. Justin shakes himself awake and smiles up at me. "Sleep okay?" he enquires. "Brilliant! The best ever!" I tell him. "Me too!" Fuck! I love this kid! We take turns using his bathroom then settle back onto my bed. It's been my first chance to take a really good look at him. He is so beautiful, I just can't describe it. His cock's grown amazingly in the last few weeks, right now it's a good three and a half inches, and noticeably thicker than it was; his balls are bigger too. If we're never able to do this again, at least I'll always remember this one perfect night. "Do you want to fuck me again?" I ask him. "Uh huh! I want you to suck me off, then I want to suck you off! But I'm going to finger you while I do it; I want you to finger me too. How's that sound?" "Sounds pretty cool to me!" I retrieve the gel from my bag, lube up my middle finger the settle my head on his tummy and take his rigid cock into my mouth. It feels brilliant. I slide my hand down between his legs and set to work on his bumhole, gently working my finger inside him until I reach the first knuckle. He's incredibly tight; how I ever managed to fuck him the first time we had sex I just don't understand. It must have hurt like hell. I'm sucking him for real now, slowly working my finger in and out of his bum. He's stroking my hair, pushing me down, his breathing becoming more and more ragged. I know he's close. I increase the tempo and push my finger in a bit further. His thigh muscles bulge, his bum gripping my finger like a vice. His cock jumps violently in my mouth as his little jets of boycum squirt into it. I lick up every last drop and swallow it down. Nothing can ever taste better than that! I gently remove my finger and let him go. "Andrew! That was evil!" he breathes. "Okay, my turn now!" "Mmmmm!" "Like last night, okay?" "Mmmmm!!" I pass him the lube and we get into position. "Use two fingers if you want," I tell him. I lie back as he sets to work. Above me his bumhole is twitching like crazy. I push up onto my elbows and begin licking it; in less than ten seconds my tongue is right inside him. He's really going for it too, sucking right down to the base of my cock and working two fingers into my bum. He's touching my sex gland so there's no way this will take long. I feel the spasms start, my balls getting tight. Instinctively I grab the back of his head and gently hold him in position as wad after wad of thick, sticky cum spurts into his mouth. He licks it all up and swallows it, just like I did. He lets me go and flops down next to me. It's seven o'clock. "That's another big load you've given me!" he whispers. "It was yummy!" We spend half an hour just chilling out on the bed, kissing and fondling each other. Nothing more is necessary. At half past seven it's time to have a shower and get dressed. By the time Justin's mum comes to wake us up we're already pottering about down in the kitchen, back to being two ordinary boys again. Only we're not. The last twenty four hours has been the greatest day of my entire life. Right now, Justin and I are closer than ever.