Date: Mon, 30 May 2005 17:32:05 +0000 From: Paul Francis Subject: Andrew's Story The story below is a work of erotic fiction. If reading erotic material is illegal wher 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 wish to read, please leave this page now. If you have any comments about this story, in particular if you want me to continue with further chapters, please e-mail me at pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk. I will reply to all e-mails as soon as I can. ANDREW'S STORY So here we are, just over two hundred eleven year olds, sitting quietly in the main hall of White Cliffe Boys' School. We're the new boys; we've come from more than a dozen different junior schools. I'm sitting with my friends from Beech Hill Junior, Shane on my left, Richard and Ashley on my right. Mr. Thomas, the Head of Lower School is talking to us. I'm listening without taking in too much of what he's saying. After twenty minutes we split into our tutor groups. Richard is in the same group as me; Shane and Ashley are in another one. Once we're settled in our tutor room, our tutor, Mr. Cornwell, starts going through much the same stuff Mr. Thomas was talking about. I don't mind; it gives me an opportunity to look around at my new classmates. I've known that I like boys for about a year, since my cousin Craig got me into doing stuff. He was thirteen at the time. It's not that I don't like doing stuff with him any more, I do, but doing it with kids my own age seems like a more fun idea altogether. Only none of my mates seems interested. I've dropped a few hints; they just didn't get it, and I'm not going to spell it out for them. I'm a pretty regular kid; I play soccer and do all the usual boy stuff, so it's not like anyone's going to think I'm gay. I slowly survey the room. They seem a fairly average bunch; a few pretty cute looking, a few that definitely aren't cute, the rest just average. Then there's him, one of the smallest in the class, bright blue eyes, collar length blond hair. He's not just cute, he's stunning! As Mr. Cornwell makes a seating plan I make sure to catch his name: Justin, Justin Marshall. Wow! I dismiss the thought. He probably won't show any more interest than Ashley, Richard and Shane have. He'll have his own friends in any case. Oh well, he'll be good wanking fuel! The tutor session's drawing to a close. As a final exercise, Mr. Cornwell asks us to introduce ourselves, tell everyone our name, which junior school we went to, what our favourite subject is, and what sports or other activities we enjoy. Starting in the back right hand corner, Richard and I are two of the first. Then it's Justin's turn. As soon as he starts speaking I know there's something different about him. "Justin Marshall from St. Margaret's Primary School," he tells us. Everyone looks blank. "That's near Manchester," he continues. Manchester? That's two hundred miles away! Mr. Cornwell intervenes. "Justin's family moved here just before the summer holidays. I hope you're all going to make him welcome and help him settle in." I was wrong; he doesn't have any friends, not yet anyway! Help him settle in? I'll be first in the queue! "My favourite subject is maths and I enjoy reading, swimming and gymnastics," Justin says quietly, concluding his introduction. Maths is my best subject too, I love reading, Mum's seen to that, and I swim pretty well. Not sure about gymnastics; I'm not bad, I guess, but it's not my best. The session concludes. We stand up; ready to go out to morning break. At 5'0" I'm one of the tallest, and weighing a little less than 90 pounds, I'm slim without being a total beanpole. I've got fair hair, which I keep pretty short, and brown eyes. Fit enough, or at least that's what most of the girls at junior school seemed to think. I was right about Justin too. He's a good five inches shorter than me, and it looks like he's got a great little body hidden under his school uniform. As the day unfolds it becomes clear that I'm going to be with him for all my classes, every single one! For subject like maths, English and science we'll be with Ashley; for the other stuff like technology and sports we're taught in our tutor groups so we'll be with Richard. How cool is that? It feels like all my Christmases have come at once. Justin's clearly a good student, maybe not a superstar like Ashley, but good enough; he works hard too. He's very quiet though. He seems reluctant to speak in class, and when he does answer a question, he always seems very nervous, talking very quietly in case other kids make fun of his unfamiliar Manchester accent. He seems happy enough to hang out with our little gang, but it's like he doesn't really feel part of it. It'll just take some time I guess. It has to be difficult, moving so far away from your friends and all the places you know. Two days into term and it's one of the classes I've really been looking forward too, gym. I know we'll have to have a shower afterwards, Craig's told me all about it. I know I won't have a problem with it; I'm so used to being naked when I get changed at the pool it simply doesn't bother me, so I'll be able to check out the other kids without them really noticing what I'm doing. I don't have to tell you who I want to check out the most! I get changed right next to him. I was right about his body; he is perfect! The muscle definition on his legs is just amazing! He pulls his gym shorts on over his boxers. We line up by the changing room door; at Mr. Welland's signal we trot though to the gym. We start off with a series of exercises, sit-ups, press-ups, squat thrusts, that sort of thing. Justin's superb at all of them; I'm struggling just to stay close. Then we move onto the agility tests. We begin with a forward roll. Almost all of us can do that, although there are a couple of kids that can't, but most of the class finish still sitting on the floor. I and a few others do manage to get back to our feet. I only just make it; stumbling awkwardly and almost falling back onto the mat. When Justin does it he bounces back onto his feet like he's made of rubber! Wow!! That is so cool! "Can any of you boys do a handspring?" Mr. Welland asks. Justin and a couple of the other boys put their hands up. Justin looks really uncomfortable about it, though. I know what a handspring is; I've seen some of the pro soccer players do them to celebrate scoring a goal. I could no more do that than fly to the moon! Tim Webster goes first. He gets over with a little help from Mr.Welland. Dwayne Reid goes next; he's black and looks very athletic. He runs in. He's quicker, springier; he makes it easily. Then it's Justin's turn. I'm suddenly very nervous; I'm so hoping he doesn't mess it up. I needn't have worried. When he comes up off his hands he just takes off! The height he gets is unbelievable! He lands perfectly too; Mr. Welland doesn't get anywhere near him! So he's not just stunning to look at, he's a star as well! "Can you do a somersault?" Mr. Welland asks, looking at Dwayne. "No sir," Dwayne replies, shaking his head. "That's too hard." Mr. Welland looks across at Justin. Justin nods, looking almost embarrassed. "Let's see it then!" Mr. Welland says briskly. Justin trots to the far end of the gym, turns and runs in. Suddenly he just springs high into the air, turns a full somersault and lands without even a forward step. Woww!! What else can I say? Justin is just so special! A few minutes later we're trotting back into the changing room. "Strip off and get into the showers!" Mr. Welland orders. This is the part I've really been looking forward too. It isn't only Justin; there are at least three other kids I want to check out while we're in there. We begin to strip off. Justin seems very reluctant to take his boxers off. I slip my briefs off, grab my towel and stroll thro into the showers to join the half a dozen boys that are already there. That includes Adrian Shepherd, one of the kids I'd been looking forward to seeing. His cock's still quite small with a sexy little pointed foreskin, two small firm balls nestling beneath. He's very cute; getting something on with him would be a very inviting prospect! We're soon joined by more boys. By some margin Dwayne and I are bigger down there than any of the others. We're the only ones with any hair down there too. I've only got a bit, and it's very short; Dwayne's is thick and curly. It suits him perfectly. Eventually Justin appears. He's trying to hide his cock, but it's no use. He's getting a hard-on! Seconds later he's fully erect, a little under three inches long, slim and uncut, the foreskin still completely covering the tip. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Talk about the icing on the cake! Not only is he stunning to look at, not only is he a really nice kid, a good student and a star gymnast, it looks like he's gay as well! I'm not the only one to have picked up on it though. "Oh look! Teacher's pet's got a hard-on! Fuckin' poof!" It's Alan Jenkins, class motor mouth. I've already figured him for a dickhead; he's always opening his mouth when he shouldn't and getting in trouble for it. He's been caught smoking too. Justin's gone bright red and looks like he's going to burst into tears. "Leave him alone!" I snarl. "You gonna make me, queer lover!!" Jenkins sneers. Jenkins is an inch or so shorter than me, but twenty to thirty pounds heavier. He's not fat exactly, but not muscular either, just sort of flabby. I'm no bully, but I can handle myself and I don't take any shit. Jenkins is going to find that out right now. Before he knows what's happening his legs have disappeared from under him and he's landed on his backside. Richard and a couple of the other kids are trying to stop themselves giggling. That's good; it means they've got him figured for a dickhead too. I put my foot across Jenkins' neck. "You got anything else to say?" I ask, glaring down at him. He hasn't. I give his jaw a tweak with my big toe then remove my foot. As Jenkins struggles to his feet I finish rinsing off and stroll nonchalantly into the drying area, ushering Justin out with me. As we begin to get dressed Mr. Welland appears from the staff changing room. "Something been going on here, has there?" he demands. "It was Alan, sir," Richard volunteers, waving his arm in Jenkins' direction. "Slipped over in the showers." "Oh! It sounded like there was some sort of argument going on." "No sir, it was cool," Richard assures him. "Right!" Mr. Welland says after a brief pause, looking less than convinced. Our final lesson of the day is geography. Justin is even quieter than usual, clearly still shaken up by what happened in the showers. Forty minutes later it's time to go home. Ashley and Richard have got their first band practice and Shane's got to meet his mum. That's a nuisance, I could have done with reinforcements, but I can't duck out of it. Justin and I leave together, something we haven't done before. Jenkins is already hanging around by the school gate, but he's on his own. No problem! I give him the hard stare and say nothing. "Where do you live?" I ask as we hit the street. "Birchwood Park" Justin says quietly. "Oh, cool!" I reply, smiling down at him. "That's just a bit further on from my house. How d'you get there?" "Usually Mum picks me up, but she's had to go out today. I was going to walk." "Yeah, cool! I always walk anyway, it's not far." We set off up the hill towards home. Suddenly I'm glad the others aren't here; I've got Justin all to myself. My mind's racing. I may not have got a hard-on in the showers, but I'm getting one now. When we get close to my house I'll ask Justin if he wants to come in, then we'll see what happens! Or am I getting ahead of myself? He might say no. Let's just try it; if he says no, he says no; there will always be another time. I hope he says yes though! I can't stop my heart racing; this has to be the wildest thing I've ever done. Justin's still very quiet; so am I, I just can't think of the right thing to say. After what seems like an eternity we reach the end of Beech Tree Avenue. "I live just along there," I tell him. "Would you like to come in for a bit. We can check out that geography homework." He hesitates for a second. It feels like five minutes. "Yes, thanks!" We walk the fifty yards to my house and I let us in thro the front door. The house is okay; not that big, but it's nice. We stroll thro to the kitchen, I fix us both a cold drink then we head upstairs. There are three bedrooms; two of them are pretty big so mum has one and I have the other. I show Justin the small bedroom that Mum uses as a study. It's our library too; one wall is covered in books. Some of them are mum's law books, then there are all the books that she reads, `classics' she calls them. She says I'll be able to read some of them when I'm a bit older. Finally there are my books. I must have a couple of hundred at least, everything you can think of: Winnie the Pooh, Alice in Wonderland, A Christmas Carol, Harry Potter and my favourites, Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. I love those books! Justin's eyes widen. "Wow! That's a great!" he breathes enthusiastically, checking out the titles. I've got a few books but nowhere like this many. Have you read them all? "Yeah, just about!" I reply quietly. Now it's my turn to be embarrassed! For the first time Justin seems to be relaxed. I take him through to my bedroom. "Oh cool!" he says, looking round it. "What does your dad do?" "It's just me and mum," I tell him. "She's a solicitor, works in the City. We do okay. My dad fucked off as soon as he found out mum was pregnant. I've never met him." "Oh! I'm sorry!" he blurts out, looking very uneasy again. "I didn't mean to . . ." "Don't be" I say, smiling at him. "It's not a problem; mum's great, and grandma and granddad. It's cool." I motion for him to sit on the bed. I flop down next to him. He looks across at me. "I just want to say thanks," he whispers. "What for?" I ask "You know, in the showers, standing up for me. I thought it was going to start happening again." "What d'you mean?" I enquire. "Last year, when we went swimming from junior school, that started happening; you know. Some of the other kids started picking on me, calling me names, kicking me, punching me. I'd always had friends at school, but suddenly they didn't want to hang out with me any more. I was worried you wouldn't want to be friends with me once you knew." He's looking at the floor. I feel angry, indignant. Those so-called friends should have had a good kicking for abandoning him like that! I reach across and put my arm round him. "Well that isn't going to happen here," I tell him firmly. He looks up and our eyes meet. I screw up my courage. "It's cool; I'm gay too." There's a wonderful, calm silence. We're just looking right into each other's eyes and smiling. I guess it's only for a few seconds but it seems much, much longer. "Do the others know?" Justin whispers. "No, but we've all known each other for years. It won't be a problem; trust me." I put my other hand across and start stroking his leg. "As soon as I saw you I knew you were special, and in the gym today you were just amazing." "I hoped when I came here I'd find a friend who felt the same way I did," he answers, grinning at me. "I didn't think it would be you! I thought maybe Ashley because he's so, you know, gentle." "Yeah, I guess he is. And he's so clever! His dad's a maths professor at London University. Ashley's a great kid." "I'm not complaining though!" Justin announces, smiling broadly at me. "You're pretty special yourself!" "Are you okay with this?" I ask continuing to stroke his thigh. "Yeah, it feels great." "Have you ever, you know, . . . . ." "No. Have you?" "Yeah. Me and my cousin Craig started messing about together about a year ago. He's fourteen, really fit too. Do you want to . . . ?" "Yes." I get off the bed and close the curtains. Shoes and socks are discarded, followed by blazers, ties, shirts, trousers. My cock's straining to get out of my briefs. The hard bulge is clearly visible in Justin's boxers. He is gorgeous! I reach across and run my fingers over it. It feels wonderful. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and gently pull them down. Oh, wow!! This just gets better and better! I take his cock into my fingers and stroke it gently. It feels amazing, rock hard, but the skin feels so soft and smooth. "Oooh, that feels so good!" he moans. His fingers slide up over my cock, making me twitch; his touch is unbelievable! He helps me take my briefs down. "Beautiful cock!" he breathes, eyes shining. Fully hard it's about four and a half inches and still quite slim, just the tip sticking out past my foreskin. He slides his fingers over it; I almost pass out with excitement. We flop back onto the bed. I wrap my arms round him and start massaging his back, beautifully firm and satin smooth. Justin's still playing with my cock, making me harder by the second. I move my mouth towards his. Our lips meet. I push my tongue into his mouth, his beautiful boy aroma filling my nostrils. Justin's doing the same to me, his tongue meshing with mine and running all over my teeth. This is heaven! Having sex with Craig is great, but it's never been anything like this! Our lips part. I look down at him; he looks absolutely radiant. "Oh wow!" I whisper. "You are beautiful!" He smiles up at me. "Well, you're not Mr. Ugly either! You're really fit, Andrew, really fit! I thought it would just be a bit of a grope and a mess about; I'd no idea it could be this good!" I begin to work my way down his body, licking first one nipple then the other, Justin gasping quietly in sheer ecstasy. I move on to his little innie tummy button, then on again until I reach the ultimate prize. I run my tongue all over his shaft. "Ooooh! Oh yeah!" he gasps. I lick his cute little balls then run my tongue right back up his cock again. I moisten my lips and take it fully into my mouth. "Oh! Oh Andrew! That's awesome! Ohhh!!" he groans I start sucking on it, nice and slow at first. It tastes wonderful, the texture of it quite indescribable. I gradually accelerate, sliding my hand between Justin's thighs and working my finger along his crack till I'm massaging his virgin hole. Very gently I push the tip of my finger right into him. He doesn't even flinch, his moaning and gasping becoming noticeably louder. He's pretty close to orgasm, though I know he won't cum. I slide my finger out and release his wet, throbbing cock. "Was that good?" I whisper. "Oh wow! That was brilliant!" He runs his fingers over my cock. "May I?" he asks. "Sure! Of course you can!" I tell him. He settles his head onto my tummy, his beautiful blond hair feeling so soft against my body. He opens his mouth and goes down on me. Just awesome. He slowly pushes down. After a few seconds I feel my cockhead hit the back of his throat. He pauses for a moment then pushes down even further till he's got the whole thing. Awesome, just awesome! He begins sucking on it; it's wonderful! I take the tube of KY that Craig gave me from the drawer in the bedside cabinet, squeeze some onto my fingers and gently work it into his asshole. He cocks his left leg right over me to give me better access. I push in past the first knuckle and on towards the second. I reach my target, his hard little sex gland. I push right in and begin rubbing it. Justin goes wild, plunging up and down on my cock like it's the only chance he'll ever have. I'm seconds away from cumming. "Oohh, that's brilliant! Stop now! Please! I don't want to cum yet!" He gently pulls off. My cock's throbbing wildly. "Did you like that?" he asks, his blue eyes brighter and shinier than I've ever seen them. "Yeah, it was awesome!" I whisper, still gasping for breath. I snuggle right up to him and whisper in his ear. "Justin, can I fuck you?" "Do you and Craig do that?" he asks, grinning mischievously. "Yeah." "Does he fuck you?" "Yeah." "Do you like that, then?" "Yeah. It hurts when it first goes up, but then it's just brilliant." "Come on then!" he says, still grinning. He puts his mouth close to my ear. "Last night when I was having a wank I was dreaming about Ashley fucking me up the bum! But you'll be even better; you're bigger than him! I saw his cock when we were having a piss. You won't tell him, will you?" "Of course not! This is just between us; I wouldn't dream of telling him! Get up on all fours, I'll need to lube you up some more first." He gets into position. His little rosebud bumhole looks wonderfully inviting. I squeeze plenty of KY onto my fingers then push my index finger right up him again. He takes it easily. I push my middle finger in right behind it. He flinches slightly. "You okay?" I ask, easing back a little. "Yeah, that's okay now. Just a bit of a shock, that's all." I gradually push both fingers right in, massaging his prostate and working them round to loosen his ring. I let my fingers slide out. This is it, what I've fantasised about for months, the first time I get to be a top. It's funny, Justin telling me about dreaming that Ashley fucking him. Until he showed up I used to dream about fucking Ashley's sweet little bum! I pull the pillows into the middle of the bed. "Lie down!" I whisper. He does as I've told him, his legs wide apart. I smear KY over my cock and lower myself onto him, aiming my cock onto its target. I try to push in as gently as I can. It slips down between his legs. I give it a few quick strokes with my hand to get it as hard as possible and reposition myself. This time I push harder. It slides into him. He's beautifully tight. Oh wow, this is soooo special! I've got my cock right inside the body of the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. I steady myself and push it about halfway in. He whimpers slightly. I pull back so that just the head is left inside him. I pause for a few seconds to let him get used to it, then push it back in again. This time there's no protest. I give him a bit more, my cock pushing over his prostate. "Oh yeah!" he gasps. I give him the rest and lie down right on top of him, burying my nose in his silky blond hair. I set to work with long, smooth strokes, pulling well back then plunging right back in again. "Oh yeah!" he moans. "Fuck me, Andrew! Fuck me hard! I want it all!" Slowly, inexorably I speed up, Justin's hips pushing back to meet my downward thrusts. I'm soaked in sweat; we both are. I'm getting very close; I know it won't take long. Suddenly Justin's body goes into crazy spasms, his already tight bum gripping my cock like a vice. I know what's happening; he's having a dry cum, just like I did the first time I got fucked. "Ohh! Mmm! Mmm! Oh! Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohhhh!!!" He's taken me past the point of no return. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!!" I respond, plunging my whole length into his beautiful body and hanging onto his shoulders as the whole room is hit by a major earthquake. "Oh! Oh yeah!! Uh! Uh! Mm! Mmm!! Ohh!!! Aaarrggghhhh!!!!" The spunk barrels thro my cock and floods over and over into Justin's tight little bum like it's never going to stop. It's the longest wildest orgasm I've ever had! At last it does stop. I'm so far out of it, I can hardly remember which day of the week it is. I'm gasping for breath like an old steam engine. Slowly I begin to get my breath back. My cock's super-sensitive and my balls feel like they've been squeezed dry. I lift my weight off him, my softening cock sliding out of his bum. I sit back on my heels. He is gorgeous! His bumhole's twitching wildly; the area on each side is glowing bright red. I guess mine must look like that after Craig's fucked me; I've never thought about it before. "Justin, that was awesome!" I gasp. "I never knew it was that good! Are you okay?" "Yeah! Oh yeah! That was wicked! My bum's a bit sore, but it's not a problem!" He pushes up onto all fours. A few drops of spunk splutter out of his bum and run down between his legs. "We'd better go to the bathroom," I tell him. We make our way through. Justin sits on the toilet and lets my spunk run out of his bum. "D'you want a shower?" I ask. "Please! Let's have one together." It's an offer I can't refuse. We lovingly soap and massage each other's body; it's the perfect way to finish it off. We rinse ourselves, have one long, passionate kiss, then step out of the shower to dry off. I'd love to start all over again, but my balls are aching and I can hardly bear to touch my cock. In any case, mum will be home in under an hour. We head back to the bedroom and get dressed. As Justin's about to leave, I give him one final hug. "I love you, Justin. I'll be there for you anytime you need me, I promise." He gives me a blast of the most beautiful smile I'll ever see. "I know," he says quietly, "I feel the same way." We go downstairs to the front door. Justin turns and gives me a peck on the nose, then stands on tiptoe to put his mouth right by my ear. "We forgot one thing!" he whispers. "What's that?" I ask, puzzled. "We never checked out the geography homework!" he says, grinning mischievously. I open the door and watch him go, still captivated by his beauty. He disappears around the corner; I close the door and make my way back inside. That was so amazing! Way better than I'd ever dreamed it would be. I've never felt like that about anyone before; it's the most wonderful feeling ever. Half an hour later mum comes in. I'm still on cloud nine. "Hello darling! You look pleased with yourself! Had a good day?" "Yeah, mum, it's been cool. I think I'm really going to enjoy being at White Cliffe." "Good! I'm pleased it's going well! You look like the cat that swallowed the cream!" I almost choke. She's no idea just how close to the mark that is!