Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2009 14:42:20 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: ST: Life Just Isn't Fair chapter 29 Feedback is more than welcome. I love to receive emails from anyone and everyone so please tell me what you think at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk. I will respond to every email I receive, but please enter 'Life Just Isn't Fair' or simply 'Life' somewhere in the subject line so that I don't delete it thinking its spam. Any criticism is also welcome as I don't want to let the story get stale and always want fresh input. Flames will be answered with the contempt that they deserve. Disclaimer. Not old enough to read this, sorry I'm not allowed to suggest you do anyway. Not allowed to read this where you leave, sorry I'm not allowed to suggest you do anyway. Don't like stories involving sex between males of various ages, I would suggest you leave. This story is all made up. This story is mine so please don't copy it elsewhere and take the credit. It has taken me a long time to get to this chapter. Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair. When we got home, I got showered and changed into some cargo shorts that showed off my smooth legs and a tight fitting shirt. I gelled up my hair and packed a few things into my bag. I bundled downstairs and sat watching television with Oli while I waited for Sam to pick me up. Chapter 29 I reacted as soon as the front door opened. I leapt out of my seat as soon as I saw Sam's head poke round the door and saw his smile. I jumped into him and he caught me in his strong arms. I locked my lips onto his and melted into his embrace. "Eewww!" a voice complained form behind us, and Sam dropped me back to the floor and grinned at Oli's screwed up face. "What's wrong Oli?" Sam asked. "You kissed Andy, Unca Sam!" he complained. "Well that's what people do who love each other Oli," Sam said, before moving quickly to grab the eight year old, planting a quick kiss on Oli's lips before setting him down and swatting his butt. "Well are you ready to go kiddo?" Sam asked me. I nodded, grabbed my bag and headed towards the door. I saw Danny coming down the stairs and waved my hand at him in goodbye and almost stumbled as I saw him stop suddenly on his step and saw a tear trickle from his eye. My mind was on the great sex I was gonna get from Sam so I discarded any other thought and bundled myself into Sam's car. Sam came out a few moments later and we sped off towards his home. As usual when I'm in the front seat of a car, I fiddled with the radio and quickly found a local station that was playing a Take That song. I sat there singing along quietly, and heard Sam chuckle. "What?" I demanded, pouting at him. "I didn't think you'd be into these, after the rubbish you put on last time." I decided to act like a child for a time so I stuck out my tongue, turned up the volume and sang at the top of my voice, badly out of key. Sam started to chuckle again before mock groaning about my singing. Then in his best Simon Cowell voice, told me how bad a singer I was and that I should get a career being a fish wife! We both cracked up and the sexual tension between us that had been building up was gone. We started chatting about school and the photo studio. "How's Martin?" I asked suddenly. "Martin? He's doing fine. Harry dotes on him of course." Sam replied. "Is he still making videos?" I asked, feeling a slight tenting in my shorts as I remembered how great his body looked naked. "Of course he is," Sam answered. "Martin is a complete horn dog. He wears Harry out and is still good for more." "But how can Harry love him after videoing him having sex with other men?" "Because that's all it is with the other men. Sex. Harry knows that Martin loves him and without going into too much of their private affairs, let's just say that the sex Martin has with other men is sometimes a lot rougher than the tenderness that is shared between them." I sat there pondering this until we pulled up at Sam's house. After depositing my bag in "my" room, Sam fixed us a quick snack before announcing he was going to jump in the hot tub. My clothes came off immediately and I bounded after him. "No shyness then Andy?" Sam asked me, chuckling. "Not with you," I gushed slightly. I thought I'd done away with gushing! I wrapped my arms around his strong body and raised myself onto tip toes so I could lock my lips on his. I felt his hands on my back, circling, pressuring slightly as they moved down my spine and settled on my cheeks. My hardness pocked into Sam's legs and I could feel his own erection against my stomach. My own hands were feeling the muscles in his back as the temperature of our kiss increased. Sam stopped his caress of my butt to move my arms to hold him over his shoulders and link around his neck, before moving back to my butt to pick me up so our faces were at the same level. "Stuff the hot tub," he whispered to me and carried me through his house to his bedroom. He stumbled a couple of times as he couldn't see where he was going thanks to my face being locked onto his. He laid me down onto his king size bed and stood up. I stretched out, letting him feast on my naked body. My hands locked together behind my head, my legs slightly apart, I arched up slightly to give him a perfect view of my front. "God you're so beautiful Andy," Sam whispered. He leaned over me and kissed my forehead, then my eyebrows and eyelids. He kissed the tip of my nose before pecking my lips and then my chin. He spent several minutes nuzzling both sides of my neck. By the time Sam had kissed both my shoulders before moving to the top of my chest, I was as hard as I'd ever been. When I felt his warm mouth and tongue start on my left nipple, I was in ecstasy. He licked, kissed and nipped at it and suddenly my toes curled. "Sam, uh, gonna cum." I gasped out. I felt my life juices rise through my hardness and propel themselves into the world. Spurt after spurt after spurt had me gasping for air, and all the while, Sam continued his assault on my nipple. Finally I stopped cumming and Sam lifted his mouth off my body and looked down at my body. Seeming satisfied with his handiwork so far, he kissed me on the lips for a few moments before returning to his ministrations, this time on my right nipple. I groaned in pleasure as again, his lapping, licking, kissing and biting brought my cock back to full height. Thank God I'm a teenager with all the recovery powers that go with it. Before too long, Sam moved off my nipple and onto my lower belly. He spent some time licking up the semen, chasing it around my belly with his tongue. "Man I love your boy juice," he said, before settling down to give my belly button the full treatment. Again, I could feel my ardour rising and I gripped the duvet with both hands. "Please Sam, just suck me off, I need to cum again," I begged. I could almost feel his smile as he continued to lick my belly, knowing what he was doing to me. Duly, my toes curled again and I came hard for a second time. Must have been six or seven shots this time, some of which hit Sam on his cheek. Served himself right for doing this to me. I collapsed back on the bed, not knowing how much more of this ecstasy I could take. Of course, Sam hadn't finished with me and he continued his kissing downwards and I could feel him at the top of my sparse pubes. This is it, I thought. This time he will take me into his mouth, but suddenly he lifted off me. "Enjoying this?" he asked. Bloody stupid question if you ask me. I nodded my head, the one on the top of my shoulders that is, grinning inanely at him. He nodded back and moved to the bottom of the bed where he held my left foot in his hand. He sniffed it before licking the sole of my foot. Now, unfortunately, that is the most ticklish place on my body, and I jerked my foot out of his grasp. He grabbed it back and held it firmly before giving the sole a complete tongue bath. He sucked on each toe before moving to the top of the foot and covered it with kisses. He released my foot and took hold of my right one. The whole process was repeated again and once again, little Andy rose to attention to show how much my body was enjoying this. Sam moved his mouth to my ankles before kissing his way up both of my firm calves and shins. When he kissed past my knees, opening up my legs to get to my inner thighs, I couldn't take any more and my body shuddered with my third release of the afternoon. As I came down from my high, I felt Sam nuzzling my balls, which by now surely were overworked. He licked and kissed each testicle, before swallowing them into his mouth. I felt a lubed finger prod against my hole and looked down to see a now open tube of KY on the side. I opened up my legs further to allow my man lover access to my most private part and sighed as he slid his finger in. He released my balls from his mouth and with his spare hand, held up my limp penis. "Looks like little Andy needs waking up again," Sam husked out. I looked into Sam's eyes and saw them full of lust. I'm sure mine must have looked the same as he peeled back my foreskin to reveal the head. This is it this time as he lowered his head and licked around the flared skin. Immediately I grew hard again and whimpered out as I felt his finger withdraw from my hole, only to be replaced by two. Sam covered the head of my cock with his mouth and started the descent down my pole. He easily took in my five inches and I was back on a high again as only a prostate massaged blow job experience can give you. I had no idea where my spunk came from this time. My little tadpole makers must have been on overtime as I shot a good four or five spurts into Sam's mouth. He held his position as I relaxed my body, before moving back up my body to my face. He leaned in for a kiss which I duly obliged. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue and was slightly startled to receive some of my newly produced cum. "How was that sweetie?" Sam asked me when we finished kissing. "Aw man, it was AWESOME!" I enthused. "I couldn't believe it when I came without you even touching me there." I suddenly felt tired. I looked over at his clock and was shocked to see an hour and a half had passed. "Sam, we've been at this for ninety minutes!" "I know. That's about how long it should take if you do this properly," he replied, a little smugly. I looked down at his body to see he was limp. "How did you stay limp all this time?" I asked. "I didn't, I shot three times during it as well. I can just mask my shudders and screams better than you." He poked me in the ribs and I giggled like the kid I am. I could feel my eyes beginning to get very heavy and Sam must have seen my head start to drop as he lifted me up, pulled back the duvet and pulled it over the both of us. I immediately sought out Sam's body and wrapped a leg and an arm over him and passed out with my head on his chest. Secure, in bed, with my lover. I awoke to the strange feeling of having someone in the same bed as me. I gazed at the sleeping form of the man I had lost my heart to. I traced my fingers around his left nipple, and stayed in my position, clinging to him. I remembered the wonderful experience from last night and a wicked thought flashed through my mind of how to give him his own alarm call. There was no way I was going to spend ninety minutes on him at this time of the morning so I just went for the buzzer and manoeuvred myself around in the bed so that my mouth was right by his not so limp cock. I gripped it gently, realising this was the first time I'd actually had a chance to look and feel it properly. It was about five inches semi hard and I couldn't quite get my hand all the way around it. Man, to think I'd already had this up my butt twice, the size of it before it got hard made me wonder how I fit it in. I leaned in and ran my tongue over the slightly exposed head. I started to pump it gently with my left hand whilst my right started to cup and fondle Sam's huge balls. After a couple of minutes of this, little Sam certainly was no longer little, he was huge. He must have been at least eight inches if not more. I went for broke and stretched my mouth as wide as I could and swallowed him into me. I was surprised that I could make it about two thirds of the way down before I had to stop. I felt the thrill of knowing I had Sam's cock in my mouth and immediately started sucking and massaging with my tongue. I had been blown a few times now and had picked up a few tricks and could feel Sam's cock grow even harder. I continued to massage his balls as I bobbed on his stiffness. Suddenly hands were in my hair, gently guiding me at a pace that he wanted. "Aw god Andy, suck harder," Sam gasped out. So I did. My jaw was beginning to ache a little after a few minutes of this so I sucked as if my life depended on it. I was rewarded by Sam's body spasming and the first shot of his spunk flying straight past my throat and into my tummy. I pulled back so only the head of Sam's cock was in my mouth and tasted the next few shots of his juice before swallowing them. It had a bitter, salty taste that I immediately fell in love with. I looked up and grinned at Sam, who had the look of contentment that follows a blow job. "Morning Sam," I giggled. "What a wonderful way to wake up," Sam said to no-one in particular. He leaned into me and planted a kiss on my lips. "As much as I would like nothing more than to spend all day in bed ravishing your body, we have things to do today." I pouted at him. "Look Andy, we will still have plenty of time for fun. You're not going back to Jan's until tomorrow morning." I felt myself grow hard at the thought of more sex with Sam and started to hump his leg, letting him know how hard I was. Sam laughed, tickled my side to get me to release him and got out of bed. "I'm serious Andy, we have places to go today so while I shower, you take care of yourself." "How about you take care of me, then we shower together to save time and water?" I fluttered my eyelids at him, trying to be seductive. "Absolutely not!" Sam replied, not looking at me. "We will not save anytime or water being naked together in the same shower. You know what will happen!" He picked up my shirt and threw it at me. "Use this to clean yourself up afterwards." "After what?" I asked. "After you jerk yourself silly thinking about my naked body next door in the shower." I threw the shirt at his disappearing back and grabbed the tube of lube on the side. Hey! A horny fourteen year old has to take care of things doesn't he? The ten minutes that it took Sam to shower and preen himself in the bathroom passed very pleasurably for me. I had just finished shooting onto my chest when Sam spoke up, scaring the bejeebers out of me. "You look so adorable when you cum, you know?" I looked up at him, still panting from my morning exercise. "Your toes curl underneath, you arc up slightly, and your face gets this wonderful expression." Sam chucked his towel at me so I could clean up. I wiped up my mess and scampered into the bathroom, narrowly avoiding the slap that was aimed at my ass. I jumped into the shower and took care of the necessities of cleaning, even washing my hair. Sam had told me he wanted me to look perfect for him, so I intended to do so. I switched the water off, opened the screen to find..... no towel. "SAAAMMMMM THERE'S NO TOWEL!" I yelled. A few moments passed before Sam opened the door and walked in holding a large bath towel. "Course there wasn't, I'm not gonna miss the opportunity to dry my boy." He held open the towel and I stepped out the shower and let him wrap me in it. He then proceeded to make sure I was very dry everywhere, and water wasn't the only thing that dampened the towel. I'd never tried it like THAT before, but I certainly will again. I kissed Sam on the cheek, and left him to tidy up the bathroom while I got changed. Sam had raided my bag and picked out a pale cream short sleeved shirt and a pair of tan cargo shorts. I used to hate it when my Mom, sorry scrap that, that woman pretending to be my mom, used to pick my clothes for me, but for some reason I was pleased that Sam had. It showed me that he was interested in how I looked. I smelled the toast from downstairs so quickly spiked my hair with gel and headed downstairs. After eating a fully cooked English breakfast, I read the sport in the paper while Sam made a few phone calls. Okay, you know my bad habits so I strained my ears to try to listen in, but Sam had shut himself away in the room he used as an office. Giving up trying to eavesdrop, I headed for the lounge and whacked on the tv to Soccer AM on Sky Sports and watched Helen and Max poke fun at their guests whilst talking about and review last week's football. "Come on kiddo, we're out of here," Sam said from over the back of the sofa. I switched off the telly and jumped up to follow him to his car. "Where we off?" I asked. "A bit of shopping, I need to stop off at a club I part own and then onto the studio to see Harry." "Will Martin be there?" I asked, hoping to see the blonde boy again. "I expect so, because the four of us are then going to the Emirates to watch the Arsenal game." Humm, how to induce instant silence and obedience from one Andy Mitchell. Tell him you are taking him shopping, hey I can shop for England when I want to, and then that he is going to spend the afternoon in the presence of a cute boy watching twenty two men in scantily clad uniforms sweat as they play your favourite sport. "ohmygodareyoureallygonnatakemetowatcharsenalplaymanu?" I asked, not realising Sam couldn't understand a word of what I'd just said. "Huh?" Sam replied, making me giggle like the kid I am. I looked at him with the look of disgust that only a child can give an adult. "I SAID ARE YOU REALLY GONNA TAKE ME TO SEE ARSENAL PLAY MAN U?" I was attacked immediately in the ribs by Sam's spare hand to punish me for the cheekiness. "Yeah, didn't I tell you before?" He grinned at me knowing full well he hadn't. "Relax, the reason I didn't tell you before is I have figured out what you're like when you get excited. You can't concentrate on things you're supposed to and you need to keep your school work up!" Man, talk about ruining a moment. Sam's turning into a father figure! I sat there pouting my bottom lip out as I decided whether or not to be mad at him for keeping me in the dark. A smile appeared shortly on my face as I saw the shops line up in front of us as Sam pulled into a car park. Talk about a boy heaven, well a fashion conscious boy heaven. There must have been a dozen clothes shops, a few electronics stores and a book shop. Bit out of place I'll give you, but hey I like reading as well so no problem with me. We hit the shops and I had to balk at the money Sam was spending on me. It was far too much in my eyes but I just got told to shush, several times. Of course, Sam got some of his value for money in having me model everything he bought. Now, admittedly I am turning into a bit of an exhibitionist with confidence in myself growing thanks to Sam, but when he handed me a half dozen skimpy Speedos and told me to try them on, I blushed up straight away. "Sam, there's like twenty people in here!" I complained. "No-one's watching, and even if they are, all they are going to see is the cutest fourteen year old trying on his new swimsuit." Sam slapped me on the butt, which I yelped at drawing attention to us from the nearby shoppers. One of the men smiled at Sam. "Having trouble with the swim suit shopping? Same with my lad over there. He flatly refuses to allow anyone to see him in anything less than those horrible cargo shorts they all seem to wear," the man said. "Yeah, this one thinks nothing about running around without a stitch on and sitting in the hot tub like that, but ask him to put these on and he turns red." Sam replied. I of course heard this and now didn't want to come out of the changing area even more. "SAAAAAMMMMMM" I complained, knowing he had deliberately told the man I'd been naked in the hot tub. How could I show myself out there. Revenge time I think. I quickly stripped out of my shirt and shorts, pulled down my boxers and had a quick pull on little Andy to ensure he wasn't too little for the display I was about to put on. I slipped on the first pair, a shocking pink and green combination and taking a deep breath, pulled back the curtain. Remembering how the models had walked on the last episode of America's Top Model that I'd caught Oli watching, I paraded up to Sam, gave him a turn making sure he got to see my curves before disappearing back to get changed into the next pair. After three more displays, I made the mistake of looking around on my next runway tour. I was shocked to see about ten of the shoppers had stopped shopping and were looking over at my display. Most had a smile on their faces, or was it leers? I flushed up immediately and hid myself back in the changing area. I pulled on my clothes and returned to Sam, who was talking to the man, and his son who had finished trying on his clothes. Sam and the man went off to the counter leaving me with the lad. A quick appraisal of him met with approval from little Andy. He was slightly taller than me, blonde hair, blue eyes, not an ounce of fat, you know the type. "Hi, I'm Andy," I said, offering a greeting. The boy sneered at me. "You a fag?" He almost spat out at me. "You must be coz no straight boy would flirt like that in front of a shop full of men." I felt myself get defensive and wanted to crawl away, but then thought of things I'd been told in the past. "Yeah I am gay, and so what? It's nothing I can do anything about, so I go with it. I know people like looking at me, so I flirt with them. I'm sure you do the same with girls, except I probably get more success than you." Well I may as well go for the low blow early as it will end up getting there anyway. "You're sick wanting men to perv on you. That bloke, he your boyfriend? You let him fuck you or summit?" "Let me ask you this, if you saw a hot babe in her twenties, wouldn't you want her to fuck you?" I countered. "That's different..." "Why? You like females and I like males. That's all there is to it. You'd break your leg to get a hot babe into bed with you and it's just the same for me. Of course, it's highly illegal for both of us so we wouldn't do it would we?" Game? "Um, I guess not..." he replied. "So why would you think that I'm shagging my Uncle? That's a bit sick really isn't it. I mean, I wouldn't suggest you're shagging your Aunt." Set? "No way man, I'd never do that," he said. "Just coz I'm gay, doesn't mean I'm deviant. I have the same sex thoughts like you, except mine are about men and boys, rather than women and girls." Match? "Yeah, I guess. Sorry man." He offered me a hand. "Um look, I'm Dave, can we start over?" I took his hand and shook it. We sat down and chatted for a couple of minutes while Sam and Dave's dad were queueing to pay for the clothes we were getting. I found out that Dave was a year older than me, and to my horror that he went to the same school. Man, I've outed myself! "Um, look Dave, I need to ask a favour," I started. "Let me guess, no-one at school knows you're gay?" Dave second guessed my request. I nodded my head. "I thought you were all banging on about how normal it is and no-one should care etc etc?" I could see a small smile at the corners of his mouth as he tried to keep a straight face. "yeah yeah yeah," I replied, allowing him his moment of glory in teasing me. "Seriously thought, I've only just moved down here, and just made some new friends. I don't know how they'd react yet so please could you keep it a secret?" I pulled my best puppy dog eyes on him. "Uh oh, you're in trouble there kiddo," I heard Sam's voice. "Sandy's got his puppy eyes out so he wants something." "Yeah, he wants me not to out him at school." Dave said, with a huge grin on his face. My face fell as he'd said it a little too loudly for my liking, although looking around, no-one else had heard. "What you try to do Andy, hit on him or something?" Sam asked. I could see a bit of shock on his face that someone else knew. "No, Dave kinda figured it out after my modelling display for you." Dave and his Dad both laughed. "It was a little over the top don't you think?" Dave's Dad said. "I guess," I replied with my chin in my chest. Man I know how to play adults. It worked as Dave's Dad lifted my head with his hand. "Look laddie, if I was as cute as you, I'd flaunt it as well so don't worry." "DAAaaaad!" Dave whined. "Don't call another boy cute!" We all laughed and everything was fine. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. "Next stop is my club and then onto the studio." Sam said. "Kewl, I can't wait to see Martin again." End of chapter. Apologies again for the delay. I guess you are all used to it by now. I'd promised myself to get something written over the Christmas break so here you are. I was going to go on to the studio, but I have a little treat there for Andy and wanted to get something posted this weekend so hope you all enjoyed it. I'm going to write the next chapter of this, and then concentrate a little on Ferret who has been complaining about the lack of attention I've given him, especially as he was on his way to Ben's.