Andrew's Story
Chapter 3
April 4, 2001 ------------
Written by: Justin Case
Disclaimer: This story is written about young gay life, its trials and tribulations. This story will examine gay relationships, both sexually and platonically. If you find this kind of material offensive, perhaps you should read it, absorb it, and come to understand it. This story is fiction; any similarities to real life are just those, similarities. This work is the property of the author and is protected by the copyright laws of the United States of America. The author, his editors, and the publisher accept no responsibility for the actions of the readers of this material.
The SoapBox: OMG, can you believe it? Here we are again, yep, yep, just you and I. I want to share a funny story with you all. I hope you don't mind. If you want you can just fast forward to the next -------.
It all started Friday night, March 30, 2001 when I got an e-mail from another author. Don't ask me why I was on his mailing list, I haven't got a clue. I mean I had chatted with him on ICQ and he pointed me to my web site-publishing program. We had communications about technical things regarding the web site program. As far as I was concerned that was the beginning and ending of our relationship. I mean to say I didn't keep him in my address book, I had him on my ICQ contact list (buddy list) and that was sufficient.
Well, to make a long story short, he sent me a virus. I lost everything. Before you ask, I did not have backup, I always meant to save my stuff to disc.
I don't know about you, but to me a person's address is personal. For me to add someone to my address book, I have to have what I feel is a personal relationship. I mean what's the sense in having an address book with every Tom, Dick, and Harry that I chat with? First of all I wouldn't remember them all, and second of all it wouldn't be personal. I mean, that is what instant messaging is for. I can IM with people and get to know them; if we build a relationship I might add them to my address book.
My faithful readers, many of you have asked me to put you on my mailing list. I don't have one. I never will either. I think, if you want to read my work you can read it here.
If you want to chat with me, put my name on your 'Buddy List', you'll see when I'm online and available. You can even e-mail me if you like. I answer all my e-mail. I would hope you don't add me to a mailing list. I hate getting chain letters, or letters forwarded to me with several addressees - it's so impersonal. Please don't send me attachments, I just delete those as a rule. Thanks for you letting me get that off my chest.
Love to you all! Just, Justin
The rest of the week flew by. I was busy training in the morning and working in the afternoons at Maple Wood Farm. I was inundated with homework. Why is it when I have to do so many things, the teachers load me up with homework? I couldn't keep up with it all, so I chose not to do my homework. What'd you think I'd do?
I got my mid-term grades and was getting a C in English. I decided to keep it to myself. I couldn't show it to Helen; I'd be grounded. So I hid it in my dresser. I'd give it to her Monday, I reasoned with myself. Hey, I couldn't risk not being able to work or, worse yet, go to Tad's for the sleepover. My step-mom can be a bitch like that. I mean, what's so bad about a C? It's not like I'm failing.
It was the last period of the day. Sarah and I were both in History. I sat in the classroom, staring out the window. My mind was cluttered with thoughts about her party and how I would fit in with everyone. Friday is like the toughest day, especially the last few periods. I mean, all I can think about is what I'm going to do over the weekend. I sat there in that class, daydreaming about everything except the subject of History.
"Psst. Earth to Andrew," Sarah hissed at me.
"Uh, uh, what'd you say?" I asked her, suddenly becoming aware of my surroundings.
"What are you bringing tonight?'
"Me."
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, are you planning on bringing chips or something?"
"I don't know. Did you want me to?" I had never even thought about it. I was too busy thinking about my weight training.
"You won't have time, you have weight lifting right after school."
"I'm sorry, Sarah."
"Mr. and Miss Johnson, do you have something so important to say? Then why don't you share it with the rest of us." Mr. Simmons' voice bellowed throughout the room.
"No, sir." I could barely get my voice to work. I was so embarrassed. I could feel the blood as it rushed to my face.
"I see, Mr. Johnson. Why don't you come up here and let me be the judge of that?" Simmons pushed.
"No, really, it was nothing."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Simmons. I was just asking Andrew if he had a copy of yesterday's notes. I can't find mine." Sarah came to my rescue.
"Well, Miss Johnson, I suggest you ask him after class. Now, class, as I was saying, the Chinese culture is one of the world's oldest."
I sat in that dull room for the next fifteen minutes, anxiously waiting for the bell to ring. I looked around and noticed how all the classrooms were alike. Their cement block walls, the blackboards, even the silly desks. I thought about how, when the bell would ring, we'd all jump up to move. Like little mice in a maze, that's what we are. Little mice.
When the bell rang, I collected my book bag and headed to the gym. I had weight lifting practice. As I wandered down the hallway, I saw Tad and Mikey. God, they seemed so close. I wished I could have a friend like that. I had Matty in Florida, but no one here.
I went into the locker room to change my clothes. I could smell that pungent odor, only found in a boys' locker room. The mixture of dirty clothes, feet, and other assorted bodily scents hung in the air. I heard a shower running. I knew it must be Brian, he and I were the only ones still in practice. We were both readying ourselves for State. I put my book bag down on the wooden bench near my locker and began to undress.
"Hey, Andrew? Is that you out there?" Brian called from the shower.
"Yeah."
"You need a ride home when we're done?" he shouted to me.
"Sure," I said apprehensively.
I couldn't imagine why Brian would show this sudden interest in me. I mean, just because I won the lightweight it seemed that now I was someone to him. He had never paid much attention to me before. He and Jon would hang out, but they avoided me and I avoided them. I especially kept my distance from Jon. I wanted Brian to like me, but was too afraid to approach him. He's so big and popular.
"I'll spot for you," Brian suggested, as he came walking out of the shower totally in the buff.
I couldn't believe how well built he was. I hoped that someday I could be just as much in shape as he was. He stood in front of me at my locker; his body glistened from the water of the shower. He hadn't dried off. Brian stood next to me and began to towel off.
I watched him as he took his white bath-size towel and rapidly dried his short brown hair. I looked at his arms, his biceps and triceps as they flexed with his movements. His arms had to be twenty inches round. I couldn't take my eyes away from his beautifully developed chest and pecs. I loved looking at little beads of water that still remained on his smooth torso.
I had stripped out of my pants. I could feel his eyes on me.
"Gee, Andrew, you have a nice body," Brian said softly.
"Thanks."
"Well, I'll see you at the universal," he called to me over his shoulder as he went to his locker to get dressed in his uniform.
I finished dressing and thought to myself. How weird it is. You know, life. I was thinking what a great body Brian had, and it seemed he admired mine. I couldn't believe it; little old Andrew Johnson's body was 'nice' according to Brian. I felt great! Maybe Connecticut wouldn't be so bad after all.
Brian took me home after weight lifting. He and I both had surpassed our goals and were each lifting ten-percent more weight than when we won the school finals. That's what Coach Rice had told us he wanted, and we both delivered.
"Andrew, you want to go out tonight?" Brian asked as I got out of his car.
"Gee, I would, but I'm going to a party at Sarah's."
"What you doing after the party?"
"I'm sleeping over to Tad's."
"OK, maybe some other time," Brian said, a little put out.
"That'd be great, Bri."
"How `bout tomorrow night?" he persisted.
"Sure. What you want to do?"
"I don't know. Let's just hang out," Brian stated invitingly.
"OK. Tomorrow night," I said and closed the car door.
I ran up the sidewalk to our front door, checked the mailbox on my way in the door. Same as I do most days. Nothing ever changes. As I crossed the threshold into the living room I noticed Gramma and Grandfather sitting on the couch.
Gramma still hadn't put on any clothes; she was still in her bathrobe. Just like she is most days. I mean, what the hell does she do all day? Can you believe supper is never made? I mean, she and him sit home all day with nothing to do, the least they could do is make something to eat. I hate this place.
I decided to take a shower. I wanted to get ready for the party. I flew down the stairs to my bedroom. I was so excited. I had to figure out what to wear. Shit, I hadn't given a thought to what I was going to wear. Suddenly I thought of my other favorite outfit. I decided to wear my short sleeve, black and baby blue 'Sideout' shirt, with my gray 'Union Bay' cargo pants and my gray, white, and blue 'Vans' skate sneakers. I dithered around the bedroom collecting my clothes.
"Where you going, fag boy?" Jon asked.
"Out."
"Really," he pushed on.
"Yep."
"Your bitch called."
"Thanks."
I grabbed my things and headed up the stairs.
"Hey, Andrew?" I heard him as I reached the top step.
"Yeah?"
"Never mind," Jon said, in an obviously upset tone.
I didn't have time for his shit today. I was not going to let him or anyone else get in my way. I had looked forward to this party and sleepover all week. I earned it, I deserved it.
"Andrew, don't get floor all wet," Gramma shouted from the living room.
Nothing ever changes in the 'house from hell'. I closed the bathroom door. I stripped out of my school clothes and reached into the shower and turned the water on. Splash, the water sprayed all over me. Some idiot forgot to switch the thing back to the bathtub faucet, the water sprayed me right in the face. I wasn't going to let it bother me. I climbed into the shower. I felt the warm water as it cleansed my body. It was pure relaxation. I let my mind wander. It wandered to thoughts of Mikey. I had decided that I thought he was cuter than Tad. Maybe I was tired of Tad, his visions didn't seem to do it for me like Mikey's did. That's all I really had, visions and thoughts. As much as they bothered me to have them, they excited me.
I pictured his five foot four inch body naked, the way I had seen him in gym class. His abs perfectly sculpted on his smooth body. His uncircumcised cock hanging between his legs, with the small patch of black hair. Mikey was a good- looking guy, his short black hair, and his charcoal eyes. The last few days I had been eating lunch with him in the cafeteria and found I couldn't take my eyes off him.
I began to stroke my cock while I visualized Mikey. I imagined what his dick looked like when it was hard. I pictured how big it was when it was when I saw it soft in school, and painted a picture of what I thought it would grow to. I saw myself licking his cock, pulling the whole thing into my mouth. I tried to think about what it would look like, how the skin at the head would be when it was hard. I was cut, and had never seen another hard dick other than my own. I pictured a large hard dick, with the skin covering the head. Mikey's dick was at least five inches long when it was soft.
I felt my cock as it pulsated in my hand. I could feel that familiar feeling in my balls. I pinched at my tits with my left hand as I jerked my cock up and down. I continued to think about what I would do with Mikey's hard dick. I thought about how I'd suck on it. I thought about how it might taste. I pictured his balls hanging down, the way I'd seen them. I thought about how much he would like having me suck him off.
My lips tightened themselves around my teeth. I drew in my breath. Both my nipples were hard and sensitive. I tried to imagine Mikey on his knees, sucking my cock. I could hear him talking to me. I could hear him asking me to come. I felt the strain in my thighs as I pumped my hips forward to his mouth.
My balls tightened up. My nipples began to throb with pleasure as I pinched and tugged at them. I squeezed my eyes shut, while I clenched my teeth. My hot, thick jiz began its journey up my rock hard member. I could feel each gush as it shot up from my balls.
It felt great. It was an overdue release from my balls. I felt it all day, since this morning when I saw Jon lying in his bed while I dressed. I felt so bad about my thoughts; I wanted to jump in his bed. I needed to feel another person's touch. It seemed to be all I could think and wonder about. What it would feel like to have someone else sucking me, or me sucking them. I even wondered what it would feel like to have a cock up my tight ass. After I came, I would be full of shame for my thoughts. I would get so carried away, I would think about tasting my own come. Only, when I came, the thought disgusted me to some degree. I was never brave enough to try it.
I finished my shower. I put on my second favorite outfit. I fixed my hair and put on my Giorgio cologne. I studied my face in the mirror. I wished I had lighter skin, why did I have to be so dark?
I grabbed my dirty clothes and headed back to my bedroom.
"You get floor all wet, Andrew?" Gramma shouted from the living room.
I ignored her as I headed down the stairs to our bedroom.
Phew, how's that? Did you like it? I hope so. I really think you'll appreciate this story in the months to come.
Remember, you can always e-mail me or IM me with you thoughts. Justin69SK@aol.com is my addy. If you're so inclined, check out my web site, www.http://justinscorner.homestead.com Drop me a line.
My special thanks goes out to Ed for all his work, especially while Joey has been laid up.