April 20, 2001
Andrew's Story
Chapter 5
Written By: Justin Case
Edited By: Wayne
This story is the property of Justin Case and can be found with others on his web site located at http://Justinscorner.homestead.com Justin Case is a registered trademark-c-2001
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SoapBox-- Well my friends, here we are again. I am so happy to be here with you all. I have gotten so many kind letters and instant messages from so many of you. I am overwhelmed with the love you all show. I hope you are all doing well, and life is treating you fairly. I know how hard it can be to live in fear of who we are. I heard a great line on that new show on Showtime, "Queer as Folk." I'll share it with you here, "It's not who we are, but how we are," it is so true. I don't know about you people, but for me, I try to keep my sexuality where it belongs, in my bedroom. I really don't feel I have to broadcast my lifestyle to the world; they don't seem to want to understand. I only hope that more shows like, "Queer as Folk" and "Will and Grace," begin to break the cycle of ignorance that perpetuates the hate. I truly believe the hate is misdirected and comes from being misguided. It is up to us, my brothers and sisters, to demonstrate we are people, too. I like the art of diplomacy; that's the ability to tell someone to go to hell so they'll enjoy their journey. I try not to get in people's faces, but in order to advance the ^`cause,' I have to let people know how I feel. I can do that without sharing my sexual preferences.
Not to let you down, I read another great story. It was short, sweet, and to the point. Hehe. It was called "This Boy's Life," and posted September 9, 1998 in the Nifty Gay/High School Archives. The writer's name was Levi DiCaprio. If you're looking for the quick fix, you'll enjoy it.
If you have the hankering to write me the addy is Justin69SK@aol.com . Feel free to add me to your buddy list, many do. I also can be found on ICQ, I'm listed in the white pages under Justin Case. I also can be found on AIM my screen name there is JustinCaseBcuz, and now on MSN at JustinCase69SK@hotmail.com . My website address is http://Justinscorner.homestead.com . If you want to chat with me in my own private chat room, you will find me Saturday nights at 10:00PM EST at http://talkcity.com the chat room is named Justin's Corner.
Don't forget if you'd like to send me something you wrote for consideration to be posted on my website mail it along.
Thanks for your love! As always, Just, Justin
We watched the rest of the movie before Tad finally went to bed. I was bored with it, especially since I knew what was in store for Mikey and me. I had thought about other boys before; I never had the balls to try anything. I was always afraid of what would happen if I did something with someone, and they didn't like it. I tried so hard to tell myself it was wrong, because that's what I saw all around me. I felt like God had played some rotten trick on me. I remember when I lived in Florida, Matty (my very best friend in Florida) and I had looked at dirty magazines and jerked off in front of each other. I would watch him and think about touching him, but never did. I was depressed many times, because I was only thirteen and had the rest of my life to go. That's probably why I did what I did to be thrown out of my mother's.
I thought about that day, while sitting on the couch next to Mikey. The day that I ^`acted out' as my mother had said. It started out just like any other day. My mother and I lived together in an apartment complex. It was great, just she and I. I never had to share anything. I could watch whatever I wanted on television; never worrying about getting my seat back if I got up to go to the bathroom. I had my own bedroom, so I could jerk off in my bed instead of the shower. You know; it was great.
We lived on the second floor of the building, just above a couple of ^`queens'. I knew they were queer, because at night they would dress up like women. I don't know why I felt such hatred towards them, I just know I did. One night I watched as they left for the evening. I had studied them; I watched all their comings and goings. I even kept a journal in which I would record the day and time of their activities. Sometimes, I would go into the courtyard and stare through their sliding glass door; the drapes were always opened a couple of inches. At nighttime I could see right into their apartment, the lights were always on..
The apartment building was a long, two-story, white brick building. At the back of the building, two concrete decks ran the entire length. Each unit had sliding doors which led onto the deck. The second floor had a deck that was accessed by three sets of stairways leading up from the first floor deck. A total of six, two-bedroom units were on each floor. All the apartments had the same floor plan with glass paned, double doors leading into the kitchens. The kitchens and living rooms were separated only by a half --wall, which made it easy to look right through the whole apartment. The bedrooms and bathrooms were on the left side of the units.
In the back of the building was a huge courtyard. There was a large built-in pool that was shared by all the tenants, and a small playground of sorts. A swing set, with four swings and a swinging love seat, was there, along with a slide mounted onto one the end of it. The grass was always dried and brown in the courtyard, but it made a great place to play baseball. In front of the apartments was a large parking lot right off the street. During the day, when most of the people worked, the parking lot made a great place to roller blade or skate. I loved to skate, that was something else I missed No one skated in Connecticut.
As I was saying, I had watched these two fags for a while and really hated them. Matty and I used to fuck with their cars at night. One time we slashed the tires on both their cars. Another night, we put dog shit in a paper sack and put the sack in one of their cars. I knew their schedule, so I picked Saturday night to do it because they always slept late on Sundays. Do you have any idea how hot it gets in Florida, and what the heat does to dog shit in a car? Let me just say, it isn't pretty.
Well, one day Matty came over and we decided to play a prank; that's all it was to us. We never thought about how these guys felt, they were just a couple of faggots. Matty had gotten some bright pink spray paint, so we decided to try our artwork out on the two cars that these ^`freaks' owned. The only problem was one of the guys was watching us. He called the cops. Matty and I, both, were arrested and had to go to juvenile court. Our Moms had to pay fines. My mother was almost evicted, so she figured it was best that I live with my dad. You know, for the discipline she said I needed.
So there I was; unhappy and without many friends, until that night at Tad's. I was glad he had finally gone to bed. Mikey and I put our blankets on the floor on the other side of the room, which was divided by the couch. I think we did it so Tad wouldn't be able to see us. I know that's what I was thinking when I set my bedding up. It was totally dark in that basement room; not a light was on. I lay there listening to Tad's breathing, hoping I'd be able to tell when he had fallen asleep.
Mikey was right beside me; he reached his hand under my blanket and began to feel around inside my boxers. My cock was already hard before he touched it. I just lay there quietly and let him stroke me. He moved his body closer and got under the blanket with me. I felt his warm body against my skin. He was a lot braver than I. He started to kiss me. I felt his wet lips against my own, as he nibbled at my mouth. I had never been kissed by anyone, except my mother, and just mimicked what he was doing. It felt so right. I finally got up the courage to put my hands in his boxers and probe around for his dick and balls.
I grabbed the elastic waistband of his CK boxers and pulled them down his thighs. I got under the blanket and pulled them all the way off of his body. I lifted my hips off the floor, yanked my own underwear off, and threw them towards my feet. We were both stark naked under the same blanket on the cheaply carpeted floor. I had never felt so much excitement, as the blood rushed through my body. I pulled him close to me and rubbed my aching prick against his warm smooth body. My dick was alive, and the whole thing felt as if it were being tickled. I had never felt the head of my cock tingle the way it did that night. My balls were tight and in their sockets; I could feel the pressure inside my gut.
Matty was just as keyed up as I was. His little cock was leaking pre-cum all over me while he rubbed it against my body, like I was doing to him. I loved the way the head of his uncut cock stayed hidden until just before he would shoot his hot juices. He rolled over so that his back was to me.
I put my prick in the crack of his little butt. It felt so good to rub it between the two mounds of flesh. I reached my hands around and grabbed his cock. I pulled the skin up and down to expose his mushroom shaped head. I used my other hand to squeeze and pinch the head, rubbing the slick pre-cum all around it. I couldn't believe how much pre-cum he was leaking out of the small slit. I thought he had already cum, but could tell he hadn't by the way he pumped his hips to my strokes. I ran my tongue in and out of his ear while I humped his ass.
"Let's suck each other off, Andrew. I want to taste your jiz," he whispered to me.
I moved around so that my face was at his cock. I gently pulled his skin back to see the head as I put my mouth on him. He had put my cock into his mouth and I felt his lips on my balls as he went all the way down on me. When he got to the bottom of my shaft, he would wrap his mouth around my shrunken sac and suck at it. I had never felt anything like it. I wanted to cum, but I wanted this feeling to last forever. I sucked his cock while I used my hands to stroke the skin, the way I had seen in the movie. I knew I was doing a good job, because I could feel his prick swelling while I did it. His cock was as hard as I imagined it could be; the skin was stretched and the head remained uncovered. I felt his smooth hard cock start to throb in my mouth. I knew he was going to cum, that wound me up for my own climax. I felt his mouth leave my dick, and he jerked me furiously with his hand.
"Andrew, I'm gonna bust my nut," he whispered to me.
"Mm," I just moaned, while I kept my mouth on his cock, stroking it with my hand.
He put his lips back on my cock and I shot my cum. I shot at least four or five long streams into his mouth. I felt his cum as it began to shoot into me; I felt it hit the back of my throat. It tasted sweet, as I rolled it around on my tongue before I swallowed it. I drank every drop as it spewed from his cock into my mouth. I felt some of my juices drip onto my legs from the corners of his mouth, but I didn't care. I rolled around so that I had my head next to his and kissed him deeply and tenderly. I hugged him, and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up with him breathing softly against my face; he was still in my arms. I felt his prick as it pressed against my belly; it was hard, just like mine. I moved one of my hands between us and started playing with him again. I heard him moan softly, and felt his hand as he began to stoke my dick. I was ready to do it again; I couldn't get enough. My mind reeled with thoughts of how we could do more of this; where we would be able to do it without being caught. We slowly jerked each other off while me made out; it was fantastic.
We both finally put our boxers back on and went to sleep for the night. It was somewhere around three-thirty that I remembered I had to be up early. I had weight lifting practice at ten. I slept soundly until I heard Tad's alarm go off sometime around eight. When I woke up, my dick was hard and sticking to my stomach, so I stayed under the blanket. Tad went upstairs to take a shower, and left Mikey and me alone. I remember hoping he'd take a long shower so Mikey and I could have some more fun. Now that the sun was up and shining into the small windows, we'd be able to see each other. Mikey must have had the same idea; I saw his charcoal eyes looking at me while he grabbed the bone in my boxers.
"You want to do it again?" He smiled.
"Mmhm," I smiled back.
I watched his cock as I took it into my mouth; I memorized every detail of his body. I had never seen such a nice looking dick. I loved the way the head was such a deep shade of red, almost purple. I would pull the foreskin back so I could flick it with my tongue. I tried to push my tongue into his piss hole. I massaged his balls; his sac was hairless, just like mine. He didn't have much more hair than I had. He had a small bush of black hair over the top of his dick. The hair felt stiff, not like my soft ones. We were quick about it, and came fast. This time I pulled my mouth off him so I could watch as he shot his load, he did the same thing to me.
"Andrew, how are we going to do this more often?" He asked me as we dressed.
"I don't know Mikey, but I do know I want to do it more, too. We just have to be careful."
"Careful with what?" I heard Tad say, as he came down the stairs.
"Oh, careful with your movies, I don't think we should leave them on the TV, in case your mom comes down or something." I lied; I was getting good at that, too.
"Yeah, you're right. I forgot all about them." Tad walked to the television and grabbed the videos and hid them in the laundry room again.
The three of us went up to his kitchen. I had to leave, so I told them both I'd see them later. I hated to leave Mikey behind. I had fucking weight lifting, though. I did want to win the state championship; I had figured if I did, I'd be popular. It didn't seem as important now, though, now that I had Mikey. I knew we'd become good friends; after all, we shared the same secret, the secret that bound us together.
I decided to jog home, since I only lived about a mile and a half away. I put my backpack over my shoulders and ran all the way to the ^`house from hell.' I had to take a shower before I went to weight lifting. I could feel the dried cum on my legs; it irritated my thighs. I burst through the front door and shouted my arrival to anyone who was listening. I saw my grandmother sitting at her seat in the kitchen. I nodded to her as I ran down to our bedroom, so I could get a change of clothes.
"Fag boy," Jon said, as I got to the bottom of the stairs.
"Morning to you, too."
"I hear you and Bri are going out tonight. He told me," Jon said, as I got some clothes together.
"Yeah, he asked me yesterday. Why, you want to go with us?" I always tried to be nice, no matter how much I hated him sometimes.
"You mean it?"
"I don't care. If it's OK with Brian, it's cool. I'm straight," I sputtered the words as I made my way back up the stairs.
I walked through the kitchen with a towel over my shoulder, heading to the shower. I could see the sparkling sun's rays dancing off the glass top of the table where my grandmother sat. It was a beautiful early spring day. I noticed most of the snow had finally melted, except for the shaded areas under the eves of the houses, the backs of which could be seen from the window of our dining room. My grandmother looked up from the morning paper as I crossed the room.
"Andrew, you no get floor all wet." My grandmother said in her broken English.
Nothing ever changes.
Well, I hope you liked it. I did. Until we meet again my friends.
Thanks Wayne for the editing.
Just,
Justin
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