Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2023 19:41:52 -0400
From: Chad M. Jackson <chadstales@gmail.com>
Subject: Andy's Panties 2

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ANDY'S PANTIES
Chapter 2


Saturday morning I woke up in bed alone. I looked at my alarm clock and saw
I had slept until 10. I could hear conversation downstairs, but I couldn't
make out what was being said. I felt a little panic attack coming on,
fearing that Andy was spilling the beans to my parents about what we did
the night before.


I slowly slid out of the bed, and saw Andy's discarded underwear still on
the floor. I picked them up and hid them under my mattress so no one would
discover them and see the stains.


I pulled on some basketball shorts and cautiously opened my door. I could
smell bacon so I figured I was missing breakfast. I took a quick pee, then
came downstairs and peeked into the kitchen. Mom and Dad were there, but no
Andy. Suddenly I feared the worst.


"Good morning, sleepyhead," my mom said. "Sit down and have some eggs and
bacon before it gets cold."


"Umm, where is Andy?" I asked.


"His mother picked him up first thing this morning," she said.


"Oh, okay."


I ate some food while my mom drank her coffee and my dad read the
paper. There was nothing unpleasant in the air, so I figured my secret was
safe.


I spent most of the weekend hanging out in my room, doing homework and
watching Netflix.


Monday I went back to my routine of school, then shooting hoops in the
driveway when I got home. As usual, Andy came outside and sat down to
watch. I tried not to make eye contact at first, but when I finally looked
his way, he gave me the biggest smile. I couldn't tell if it was a friendly
smile or an "I know what you did" smile. I kept playing for a while until I
needed to take a breather. It was an awkward moment. I looked at him,
trying to read his facial expression. He just continued to smile and looked
totally at ease.


"Hey, what's up?" Andy asked.


"Umm, not too much," I said. "How about you?"


"I'm getting a new game system this week," he said. "Right after my mom
gets her paycheck on Wednesday."


"Cool. What system are you getting?"


"A PS5," he said.


Lucky dog, I thought. I only had a PS4.


"Awesome," I said.


"You wanna come play with me sometime?"


Wow, I could take that two ways, but I assumed he was talking about video
games. I told him yes, then excused myself to do some homework.


Since my episode with Andy, I had not jacked off at all. By Wednesday night
I couldn't stand it anymore. As I lay in bed, I tried to get some sleep but
my dick was wide awake and standing at attention. I lightly ran my index
finger around the head through my boxers, which felt really nice. I popped
my dick through the fly and stroked it gently with my thumb.


Suddenly I got an idea. I got out of bed and reached under my mattress for
Andy's panties. I laid back down and slowly dragged the soft material all
over my dick head. Oh it tickled so good. I wrapped the soft material
around my shaft and closed my fingers around it. Slowly I started the
familiar up and down motion. As the sensations grew more intense, I
tightened my grip and increased the speed. My leg muscles started tensing
and I knew I was getting close. I shut my eyes just as sparks began to
fly. I felt the hot liquid pulse through my hard penis, soaking the small
piece of cloth I was holding around it. It was an amazing cum.


It took me a couple of minutes to recover and for my breathing to return to
normal. I slowly removed Andy's panties from my dick. They were quite
wet. I knew I couldn't put them back under my mattress in that condition,
so I picked up a dirty sock and stuffed them inside.


I slept really well that night.


The next day I asked Nicole if she could go to a movie the next Friday or
Saturday night. She told me that she wanted to go but would have to ask
first. I also had to arrange it with my chauffeur (Mom) before we could
make a date.


After school I changed my clothes, grabbed my trusty basketball, and headed
outside. Within 5 minutes Andy came running excitedly out of his house.


"I got it!" he said.


"Got what?"


"My new game console. Want to come over and try it out?"


I sure did. I followed him inside and we parked on the floor of his living
room in front of the TV. He only had a couple of games, G-rated ones. I
don't mind sports and racing games but would rather play COD or GTA any
day.


For the next hour we raced around the track on screen. Andy squirmed a lot
as he played, at times leaning into my side. At certain points his right
arm rubbed against my left, and his skin felt soft and warm.


Our game play got excited at times. His skill level on these particular
games was beyond mine, so he was serious competition.  Finally he defeated
me one last time. I put down the controller and flopped down on my
back. Andy half rolled on top of me, resting his upper body on my chest.


"I kicked your butt!" he teased, then dug his fingers into my sides to
tickle me.


"Get off me!" I shouted over my laughter.


He stopped tickling and put his elbows on my chest, resting his chin in his
hands. He looked me directly in the eyes for a moment, his big grin showing
off the tiny gap between his front teeth.


"Thanks for coming over and keeping me company while my mom was at work,"
he said.


"It's cool. I had fun too," I replied. I ruffled his hair a little and let
my hand remain there a few seconds. Suddenly I grabbed the bottom hem of
his shirt, and pulled it up and over his head until his eyes were
covered. Then I began to take my revenge by tickling him. I mercilessly
poked my fingertips into his sides, hips, and back. He giggled loudly and
tried to wriggle away from the torture I was inflicting. Slowly I scaled
back my attack, and the poking turned more into stroking his warm,
baby-soft skin. His laughter morphed into gentle sighs, and his convulsing
body relaxed.


I looked at the time and realized I needed to get home to get some homework
done before dinner.


Before I finished my last math problem I got a call from Nicole. She let me
know that she had family obligations this weekend, but if we wanted to go
to the movies Saturday morning, that would be okay. I thought, who the hell
goes on a date on a Saturday morning? Usually on Saturdays I am not even up
until almost noon. But I told her that would be fine, whenever I could see
her it would be good. I knew I would have to go to bed early Friday night
in order to get up on time.


That evening, Mom made a big pot of spaghetti and meatballs with a nice
salad on the side. As I was trying to twirl a forkful of the pasta without
making a mess, I asked her if she would mind picking up Nicole Saturday
morning taking us to the movies.


She gave me the affirmative, then asked me, "How are you and Andy getting
along?"


I almost choked on the spaghetti. Guilt makes you paranoid, and I thought
perhaps she knew about something she shouldn't.


"Good, I guess. Why do you ask?" I managed to say.


"Well it seems that Andy enjoys spending time with you. He looks up to you
like an older brother," Mom said. "Anyway, Denise asked if you would be
open to watch him some more in the future as her work schedule changes."


Dad piped up, "Then you can afford to pay for your own dates."


I relaxed and said, "Yeah I don't mind staying with Andy. He is pretty
cool."


I went to bed pretty excited. I was definitely looking forward to my date
with Nicole on Saturday morning, even if it was going to be at an odd
time. I imagined her snuggled to my side as we watched the movie. I could
almost smell the perfume she always wears. I felt a little twitch in my
dick, and gently ran my hand over it through my boxers. I felt the need to
take it out and jack it, but I resisted so I could save it for our date. As
if anything were actually going to happen.


When Friday finally rolled around, I could hardly contain my excitement. I
had a date with a hot female coming up! I went to bed at about ten so I
would be able to get up and spend some time showering and styling my
hair. Yes, I go through extra measures to look good when I go out.


Just as I was drifting off to sleep, my phone dinged. It was a text message
from Nicole along with a picture, asking me what I thought of her outfit
for Saturday. I texted back that she looked great, happy that she was
trying to look good for me.


A few minutes later, another text and picture. Did I like this one better?
Sure, it was fine. This went on for about an hour and a half. To be honest,
most of her outfits looked the same to me. If he had to pick, I would
choose the one that showed the most skin!


As a consequence of her texting and my avoiding jacking, I didn't actually
fall asleep till after midnight.


My alarm went off at seven in the morning, and after two cycles of hitting
the snooze button, I finally dragged myself out of bed. After breakfast, I
got myself ready and we pulled out in Mom's car a little after nine. She
asked me what movie we were going to see, and it struck me that I did not
know. I guess we would pick one after we got there.


We picked up Nicole, who was wearing jeans and a tight blouse. I could not
tell you if that was one of the outfits she modeled for my last night, but
she did look good. We sat in the backseat. I moved the back of my hand
until it brushed hers, and she allowed me to hold her hand in mine. I was
grinning from ear to ear as I felt I was on a steady stride to first base.


When we arrived at the multiplex, Mom made me double-check that I had my
phone so I could call her when it was time to pick us up. There was an
action movie I wanted to see, but Nicole had her heart set on some chick
flick. So in we went, me hoping none of my friends saw me going in there.


As the movie started she let me hold her hand again. She laughed a few
times at some of the lame jokes, which gave me an excuse to look at
her. Honestly I would rather look at her than watch that stupid movie.


After a while she pulled her hand out of mine, saying that my hand was
"getting sweaty." My feelings were slightly hurt, even though she was
right, so I settled back and tried to watch some of the movie.


About 20 boring minutes later I could hear Nicole's breathing change. I
glanced over and saw that she was slumped down in her seat with her eyes
closed. Her head nodded forward, and then back. I gently put my hand on her
arm to see if she would wake up, but her eyes remained closed and she began
to softly snore. I slowly rubbed her forearm with my hand to see if she
would wake up. Suddenly my mouth went dry and I could feel a little tingle
in my boxer shorts. Very slowly I moved my hand up her arm and onto her
shoulder. She didn't stir. I moved my hand under her hair and onto the back
of her neck. I felt her velvety skin and those downy hairs that grow
there. By this time, I was hard as an iron rod.


Getting my courage up, I let my hand wander around to the front of her neck
to explore all the way down to her collarbone. I paused there, debating if
I dared go any lower. I watched her eyes and listened to her breathing, and
she appeared to be completely lights out. My hand trembling, I grazed
lightly over the top of her breast. All of my attention was focused like a
laser as I watched myself slowly squeeze her medium-sized tit, while my
index finger found the nipple. My heart was pounding so hard and fast, and
everything around me seemed to disappear.


"You fucking perv!" Nicole suddenly shouted, and she pushed my hand
away. "What's wrong with you?"


I was shocked and speechless. My first time copping a feel, and I was
caught red-handed. She got up and moved a seat away from me. Suddenly I
felt wracked with guilt. My dick started to lose its hardness, but I could
see a small wet spot had soaked all the way through my khaki shorts. I
pulled my polo shirt down as far as I could to cover it.


The rest of that movie was the longest hour I ever spent in my life. When
the credits started rolling, I pulled out my phone and texted my mom to
come pick us up. As we walked to the lobby, Nicole in front of me, I tried
to talk to her.


"Nicole, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean..."


She cut me off. "I have to go to the bathroom."


While she was in the ladies' room, I went into the men's room and found an
empty stall. I ripped off a couple of squares of toilet paper, squeezed out
the last drop of precum that was still in there, and wiped it away. I made
sure the front of my shorts was dry, and went back out to the lobby to
wait.


When my mom arrived, I tried to be a gentleman and opened the back door for
her. But Nicole grabbed the handle of the front door and climbed in up
front beside my mom.  The tension in the air was thick.


Mom asked, "How was the movie?"


"It was alright," I said.


And there was silence in the car until we arrived at Nicole's house. I
quickly got out of the car and walked her to the door.


I said, "I'll call you later, okay?" but she bolted inside the house
without even looking at me. I got quizzed by Mom about what was wrong, but
I just gave her evasive answers. When we got home I ran up to my room and
collapsed on my bed. In one morning I had gone from excited, to horny, to
devastated. I picked up my phone and texted her "I am so sorry pls forgive
me." I stared at my phone for a good 15 minutes but no reply. I rolled over
and balled up my fist and hit my pillow in anger about a dozen times. I
closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would overtake me and clear my troubles
away. But all I could do was think about Nicole's tits, and how that nipple
felt hard, even covered by a bra and a blouse. Damn it, I was getting horny
again.


I knew I wouldn't be able to take care of any business in the middle of the
day with my parents home. I quickly got up and changed into a tank top and
some basketball shorts and went outside to try to find some sort of
diversion.


I picked up my basketball and shot hoops for a while, though my heart
wasn't really into it. My moves were lazy, and I didn't even work up a
sweat. I heard a car door close, and I looked up to see Denise pulling out
of the driveway. We gave each other a wave and within 30 seconds Andy was
walking into my yard.


"Hey, Kevin. What's up?" he said.


"Not too much," I half-heartedly answered.


"Want to come over and play some PS5?"


"Not really...sure, why not?" I said.


Ten minutes later we are sitting on the carpet in his living room, playing
some NBA basketball game he had. I don't know if he had been practicing a
lot without me, or my heart wasn't in it, but he beat me 3 times in a
row. Finally I had enough. I dropped the controller on the carpet and just
laid flat.


"What's wrong?" Andy asked with a genuine look of concern on his face.


"Just had a bad day," I said.


He put down his controller and laid down on his side, facing me. "What
happened?"


I sighed. I wanted to get it off my chest, but I didn't know how
comfortable I felt about talking to Andy about my girlfriend problems.


"I just had a little fight with Nicole," I said.


"Oh," he said. "What was the fight about?"


"She got mad because I did something I probably shouldn't have done."


This got Andy's curiosity up. "What did you do that was so bad?"


"I touched her nipple when I thought she was asleep. But obviously she was
awake," I told him.


"Oh, wow," he said. "Yeah I guess that's pretty bad. Girls don't like their
nipples touched."


I turned my head to him and gave him a wry smile. "You're crazy, Andy."


"Hmmm, maybe," he said.


A good two minutes passed with both of us silently staring at the
ceiling. Finally Andy spoke.


"I'd let you touch my nipples," he said softly.


"Now I know you're crazy!" I laughed.


"Am not! Look, I really do have nipples," he said, then sat up and pulled
his shirt tight so it stretched against his skin. Sure enough, his little
nipples were slightly puffy, and I could clearly see their shape through
the thin material of his white t-shirt.


I rolled my eyes and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this."


I reached over, and gently pushed on his left nipple. It felt very soft and
a little spongy. Slowly I ran my finger around the circumference a few
times. I could feel it getting hard, like it was cold in the room. Suddenly
Andy gave a shiver.


"You OK?" I asked.


"Yeah," he smiled. "It just kinda tickles."


"I'll stop then."


"No, it's a good tickle," he said. "Do it some more."


I started to make little circles again, but Andy suddenly grabbed my hand
to stop me, then quickly peeled off his t-shirt. He lay back down and
placed my finger back to his little brown exposed nub. I began to softly
rub again, and he just smiled and said, "Mmmmmm."


Rubbing the skin, this was different. While his t-shirt felt cool and
cottony, his skin was warm and smooth as satin. Without even thinking about
why I was doing it, I began to rub all around his chest and belly, from his
collarbones down to the waistband of his shorts.


I wondered if he was wearing the panties again. I mean, bikini underwear.


I looked at his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was fixed in a
half-smile, the look of someone completely at ease. An angel.


"You like this, don't you?" I asked.


He opened his eyes. "Sure. What's not to like? It feels great!"


All of a sudden he sat up, put his hand on my chest, and pushed me
back. Before I could protest he straddled my thighs and leaned forward,
placing both hands under my tank top. He started softly stroking my skin
with his fingertips.


"What the hell are you doing?" I blurted out.


"I'm going to let you see how this feels," he said.


"Whatever..."


I relaxed and let Andy do his work. He started by making circles around my
stomach area, occasionally going down to my sides, which tickled a bit. I
stifled my laughter, though. I didn't want him to think what he was doing
would have any effect on me. Eventually his hands ventured higher. He went
past my sternum, and ran his fingers along my collar bones. My shirt was
getting stretched, so with a resigned sigh I sat up just a bit so he could
slide it up over my head, and off. I laid down again and locked my fingers
under my head, giving him full access to my upper body. Andy was right,
this did feel really good.


"Cool, you have armpit hair," he said. "That means you have hair...in other
places too."


"Well, yeah. I am 14 you know."


Immediately his hands went back to work. He slid his fingertips up to my
shoulders, then lightly pulled on my pit hair. Slowly his hands traveled
southward until he surrounded my nipples. He gently rubbed around the
edges, and then ever so gently gave them a little squeeze.


"Your nips feel different now. They were soft before but now they're like
big goose bumps," Andy said.


"That's what happens when they get cold, or when someone messes with them,"
I informed him. "It happens to girls when they get turned on."


He looked at me quizzically. "Turned on? You mean like for sex?"


"That's right!"


"You must be really turned on, then," he said. "Cause not only are your
nipples hard but this is too!"


And suddenly he grabbed my boner through those thin basketball shorts. He
may as well have hit me with a bolt of lightning. Every muscle in my body
suddenly tensed, making me sit upright and causing Andy to lose his
balance. His body fell off my thighs onto the carpet beside me, though his
legs became intertwined with mine.


"What are you doing?" I half-shouted and half-whimpered. His touch had
surprised me. Shocked me. Excited me. "I told you before not to touch me
there."


Andy's expression changed. He looked a little crestfallen.


"You get mad because Nicole won't let you touch her boobs, and you get mad
when I touch your dickie. That's hypercritical!" Andy complained.


"The word is hypocritical. And no, I'm not being a hypocrite. Me touching
Nicole and you touching me are NOT the same thing."


"Why not?" he asked.


"Because...we're boys. Boys aren't supposed to touch each other down
there."


"Close your eyes," he said seriously. "Then you can't tell if it's a boy or
a girl."


I started to protest but the little squirt was insistent. "Close them! And
lay back!"


I don't know what came over me, but I did as he requested. As soon as I was
on my back with my eyes shut, his hands started lightly rubbing my chest
again. Encircling my nipples. Down to my sides. Over my tummy. Gently
probing my belly-button. Then along my elastic waistband.


I could feel my heart rate increasing and my breathing got heavier knowing
what was about to happen. At this point I didn't care if it was boy doing
it. It was just damn exciting.


Both of his hands moved down on either side of penis, which was by now
standing straight up at attention. With just his fingertips, he went down
and very gently scratched my balls. He moved his hands up till he reached
my penis, and rubbed his fingers up and down the cloth-covered shaft. I
could feel a wet spot forming on my shorts.


He went back up and carefully lifted my waistband with one hand, and
slipped the other hand inside. He toyed a bit with my pubic hair and then
gingerly wrapped his hand around the shaft. He gave it a couple of gentle
strokes. I felt that warmth deep down inside that told me an orgasm could
be happening soon.


Then he stopped. He took his hands out of my shorts and I could hear him
slap his palms on his thighs. I opened my eyes and looked at him, smiling
slyly.


"What?" I asked.


"I want to see it," he said. "I want to take it out and see the white stuff
when you make it."


I was too far gone. I dropped back and muttered "Whatever."


Not missing a beat, he reached for my shorts and started trying to slide
them down. I raised my butt off the floor to make it easy. He moved off my
legs and slid my shorts to my knees, and then off completely.


"Wow your boxers are standing up like a tent!" he said with a giggle. "And
they're wet!"


He went back to slowly caressing my junk with just his fingertips, this
time with only one thin sheet of material between his warm fingers and my
steel hard boner. The feeling was getting too intense.  I raised my hips in
a vain effort to hump the air. I guess Andy took this as his cue, because
he slid my boxers off to join my basketball shorts in a pile beside us.


I was laying on the carpet in their living room, wearing nothing but my
white socks.


He paused a moment to examine my hard dick, which seemed to be standing up
to meet his gaze. He leaned over close enough that I could feel his warm
breath on me. My embarrassment at being exposed like this was only slightly
overshadowed by my horniness and I was anxious to see what his next move
was going to be.


I didn't have to wait long. Andy slowly reached out and gently wrapped his
fingers around my shaft. He moved it slightly back and forth as if to look
at it from different angles. His fingers were so soft, like baby skin, and
very warm.


"Did you make sperm already?" he asked as he began to rub his index finger
around the sticky fluid that was leaking out.


"No, that's just clear stuff," I said. "The sperm will come later. You
can't miss it."


He spread it all around the head with his finger, sending crazy intense
signals to my brain. When he had it evenly distributed, he slowly began an
up and down movement with his hand. I closed my eyes and tilted my head
back in anticipation of my impending orgasm.


Suddenly he stopped and let go of me. My eyes opened suddenly to see Andy
sitting up on his knees and removing his shorts, revealing his satiny white
panties. My eyes grew wider as he crawled over me, his knees on either side
of my hips.


"I bet you will like this," he said with a bit of a smirk.


He then lowered himself on top of me, his wonderful panties in direct
contact with my dick. Instinctively I reached up and wrapped my hands
around his cloth covered ass, one globe filling each hand. Under my
guidance, he began to move himself back and forth, his panties providing
awesome friction against my hard, naked dick.


At first I was put off by the feeling of his own small, but rock-hard
stalk. However I quickly found that it was a bit of added stimulation.


I gently kneaded his firm buns while he rode me. I slid my hands upward and
on to his back, and Andy let himself gently drop so he was fully in contact
skin-to-skin against my chest. I could feel a hot sheen of sweat forming
between us.


"Let me know when you're about to squirt," he whispered into my ear. "I
want to see it."


I was wordless at that moment, but I nodded in agreement.


We went on for maybe five more minutes. My hands roamed from gently
caressing his neck and shoulders, to feeling the undulating muscles in his
back, to encircling those glorious butt cheeks covered tightly by the
smooth cloth. His skin was hot, moist, and ever so soft.


"I'm gonna..." was all I managed to get out of my mouth. In an instant Andy
dismounted me and knelt by my side. My hand went straight to my straining
penis. It only took five or six stokes, and I was spraying my sperms all
over my chest. One shot hit me in the chin. It was one of the most intense
cums I had ever experienced, far beyond anything I would have expected.


"Wow, that is awesome!" Andy exclaimed. "It erupted like a volcano!"


I lay there panting for a few moments before I could catch enough breath to
speak.


"Hope you liked the show," I said.


Then the guilt hit. Big time. I managed to lift my head enough to survey
the damage. I was covered in my jizz, and it was starting to cool down and
run.


"Oh shit, when is your mom coming home?" I asked in a panic.


"Probably a couple of hours," he said.


"Can you get some paper towels or something?" I asked.


He got up and scampered to the kitchen while I tried to calm down a
bit. Once again, I felt like I had done something very wrong. Yet, while I
was doing it, it felt so very nice.


Andy got back with a wad of towels. I tried to take them from him but he
insisted "I'll do it."


He tore off one of the towels to get started. But first, he ran his index
finger through the mess, and studied the string he made between his finger
and his thumb.


"That's wicked," he said. "Did you know it would do that?"


I told him I did. He sniffed it and wrinkled his nose.


"Kinda smells like bleach. Have you ever tasted it?"


This struck a nerve. Yes, I had tasted my own on occasion.  But I certainly
wasn't going to admit that.


"No, that's gross!" I said. "Whatever would make you think of that?"


He thought for a second, and told me he had read about how people would
suck dicks and then swallow the sperm. Then, he stuck out his tongue and
carefully touched it to his cum covered finger.


"Ugh!" I said loudly.


"It's not terrible. Not as bad as I thought. Kinda bitter, kinda salty," he
informed me. "Must be an acquired taste, like beer."


How he ever could compare the taste of beer and semen is beyond me. I had
tasted both, and beer was by far the least disgusting.


"Just clean me up, please, so I can get off the floor."


Andy made a few swipes at my belly and chest and cleared most of the
mess. I took the last towel he had brought and completed the task. I stood
up and started pulling my clothes back on.


"Did that feel good?" Andy asked.


"I dunno. I guess," I said. In reality it felt awesome.


"You looked like you liked it from the expressions on your face," he
said. "I thought it was fun!"


I looked down to the floor as the guilt filled every cell in my body.


"We probably shouldn't have done that," I said.


I raised my eyes to see Andy pulling up his shorts, his little stalk still
making an obvious tent pole in his underwear. He then reached out and
grabbed me by both wrists.


"Kevin, that was just messing around. We're both boys so who cares?" he
told me. "I would do it again and I still would think it was fun!"


I pulled away from him and didn't say anything back, but continued to get
my clothes straightened out.


"You want to play another round on the PS5?" he asked.


"I think I better go home," I said. "I'll see you later."


And right away I was out the door, leaving Andy looking slightly hurt.


I walked back to my house as a cavalcade of emotions hit me hard. I felt
shame for doing something that was definitely gay. I felt guilt for doing
it with my younger friend. But I also felt relief for releasing that pent
up horniness.


When I got to the house I shot a few hoops to get things off my mind. I was
out there close to an hour I guess before my mom called me in.


"Kevin, come in and get cleaned up before dinner," she said. "Whew, you
look a mess!"


I ran upstairs and grabbed my Bluetooth speaker on the way to the shower.
I turned on some classic rock and turned it up loud enough so I could sing
with it and not be heard outside the bathroom. My singing voice is less
than perfect and I didn't need any more embarrassment or shame coming my
way.


The soap and hot water felt good rolling off my skin, and the soft rag was
soothing. As I got down to wash my privates I started to bone up, but I
decided it was best to ignore it. It had already given me enough trouble
for the day.


Mom made her famous homemade lasagne for dinner, which was a pleasant
diversion. Thankfully no one asked me about my so called date earlier in
the today, or anything about Andy.


After helping with the dishes I went to my room and flipped through YouTube
for a while. One video followed another, and before I knew it the time was
11:30 and I was starting to nod off. I finished up whatever random video I
was watching, plugged in my phone, and turned off the light.


As soon as I shut my eyes, my entire day started to play back in my head.


My date with Nicole. The longing feeling I had when I put my arm around
her, and tried to touch her boob. The rejection and humiliation. Touching
Andy's nipples. How weird.  Andy taking off my clothes. Andy touching
me. Andy taking off his shorts, showing his white panties. Andy rubbing
against me. His body on mine.


I tried to clear my mind of what I did with Andy, but my dick thought
otherwise. It stood at attention, wanting me to make it feel good. Despite
my guilty conscience, I encircled the shaft with my right hand, and began a
gentle up and down pull.


I closed my eyes as I started to enjoy myself. In my mind's eye I tried to
concentrate on Nicole. But dammit, that bitch pissed me off! Gradually my
thought drifted toward Andy, who bewitched me earlier today with his divine
soft fingers and those silky panties.


My breathing got faster as did my pounding fist on my rod. Thirty more
seconds and I was there, shooting my hot jizz over my heaving belly.


I rested for about 10 minutes as my breathing and heart rate returned to
normal. Grabbing a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand, I
cleaned up as best I could in the dark. I rolled them up and tossed the wad
on the floor, hoping I would remember to pick it up and flush it first
thing in the morning.


I rested my head on the pillow and tried to get some sleep, but my racing
thoughts persisted. It was a fool thing what I did with Andy today.


But, I wondered, would we do it again?


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