Note to the readers: Apologies for the dark element of Andy's nature, I hope it doesn't mar your reading pleasure. Thanks for reading, offended or not.
Also, I incorporate quite a bit of my local slang into this, so: ''sound'' = cool, ol' lady/fella/pair = mother/father/parents, chillax = chill/relax.
The Lakehouse
The school bell rang, and summer holidays were here. It had all the symptoms; students running out of the schools like their lives depended upon it, a bright blue sky, sun shattering the pavements with heat. Yep, summer was well and truly here.
Andy waited by the gate, saying a ''Happy holidays'' to those he recognoised, that he was actually on talking terms with. Mostly, he looked at the trees across the road, the leaves translucently green in the sun's gaze.
He turned, wondering if Jamie was out yet, and saw him. The object of his heart's desire.
Jamie....was perfect. A broad, handsome, honest face, short black hair, eyes of sapphire blue. He was always smiling; how Andy envied that. His body was sculpted like a god's, perfectly shaped muscle, smooth skin overlaying it. His walk, despite the mass of muscle on him, was graceful, as if he was a dancer. Andy had seen his talents, at a multitude of sports; he was both incredibly strong, and astoundingly lithe. Andy stopped his thoughts at that; last time he considered how lithe his best friend was, he ended up blushing and with tented trousers.
Jamie smiled amiable smiles, and waved at various girls eager to get his attention; Jamie was the hottest guy in the prep school, and the most popular. Girls couldn't resist him. Andy couldn't resist him.
''Hey Andy,'' Jamie said, smiling a greeting smile at his smaller, younger friend, that deep voice of his always sending a shiver through Andy.
''Yo,'' Andy said back, smiling warmly at Jamie. He couldn't understand how Jamie chose to be his friend; Andy was neither cool, nor a geek, suffered from depression and was always stating pessimistic thoughts during school. But Jamie wasn't a normal ''cool'' kid; their circle of friends was four strong. Andy and Jamie themselves, their geeky friend Sam and another ''cool'' kid who could also be quiet, and was quite smart, Brad. Andy just couldn't believe it; his self deprecation, a form of modesty in earlier years which had become an unhealthy mental habit for him since, wouldn't let him relax. On top of this.....was the fantasies.
Fantasies where he was Jamie's, and Jamie was his. Jamie would hold him as he made love to him, kiss him softly, touch him softly. They would watch sunsets together, curl on a couch together, do everything together. Everything together.
It made Andy feel so distrustful, lying to Jamie everyday, as he pretended to be a normal friend. He had spent so many nights sobbing, listening to music he really oughtn't listen to, just thinking about the unfairness of it all. Suicide beckoned; but everytime he thought it, he thought about leaving Jamie. Lying to Jamie was better than not knowing him, for Andy.
Jamie was talking to him, he realised with a start. ''So, you want a lift?''
''Sure, if you don't mind,'' Andy said, cursing himself for the second part. Jamie saw the look, and didn't say anything. He was the only one in the world who knew the full depth of Andy's problems, and amazingly didn't judge him for it. Though, Andy thought wryly, it could just be me that thinks he should abandon me, because I'm worthless.
Jamie got into his Corvette, and Andy, almost reluctantly, slung himself into the passenger seat. He liked Jamie's car, but hated how close the passenger seat was to the driver's; many a time, Jamie had grazed Andy's knee while changing gear. Once he had gripped Andy's thigh above the knee instead of the gear stick; Andy had came in his pants to that touch, and the silence in the car after that had burned Andy's mind.
Jamie drove off, at that speed that was his, in Andy's mind; fast enough that you felt your skin shaping the wind and your hair blow, but slow enough that both driver and passenger weren't subjected to any pointless discomfort. Another thing Andy loved about him.
Jamie caught him in deep thought, once more. ''Hey, was thinking.....wanna head out to the lakehouse? The ol' pair ain't using it this summer, thought me and you could hang out there instead.''
Andy gulped, and turned away for a moment. Jamie let him have his thoughts; he knew Andy second thoughted everything, didn't like it, but respected it about Andy.
Living with Jamie....the thought of ''accidentally'' walking in on Jamie while he was in the shower, or something akin to that, went through Andy's mind.
He hated himself (more than usual) as he asked, ''Who else would be there?''
Jamie smiled at him, just for an instant, before bringing his gaze back to the road. ''No one, just me and you. We could watch TV, hunt, go out on the lake, whatever we'd like.''
Andy felt an erection grow in his trousers, and self hate grow in his mind, as he said, too eagerly, he knew, ''Sure Jamie, I could chillax with ya.''
''Sound,'' Jamie said, smiling out at the road now. Andy needed to stop looking at Jamie; he opened his school bag, and took out one of his heroic fantasy novels. While the thought of heros riding in to save the day for innocent, scared women didn't dispel fantasies about Jamie (quite the opposite, in fact), it still left a smaller chance he would cum once more in Jamie's presence. He had done so four times....he had been bullied, for years by his brother, than at school by someone he had barely met (it was shorter that time, but still.....the absence, for years, of his brother's bullying just seemed to set up a knockout blow out of what should have been a friendly thump).....but cumming in Jamie's presence remained one of his worse experiences; that Jamie could see how Andy was affected by his presence (Andy wished he couldn't, at times, and wished the opposite the rest of the time) but still not make a gesture to him (Andy knew he'd never make the first move; everything time he realised that, self hate buried his thoughts, and he normally ended up in a bout of depression) seemed to tell him Jamie wasn't, and probably never would be, interested in him.
They arrived at Andy's. Andy got out, thanking Jamie, who responded with a smile that had pulses going through Andy's erect cock; thank god for the man who invited pockets, Andy had thought countless times, as he walked in, non chalant as you like. Jamie was waiting for him to pack his stuff; as he sometimes did, Andy saw him take up his book, and begin at a random page to read it. Andy smiled as he went in; he knew his bookmark would be in the right page when he came out, and that Jamie only picked a random page as he didn't want to start a book that Andy was already reading.
Andy told his mother about the plan; she, as usual, disregarded any thoughts she might have about worrying for his son, so he could venture socially, unopposed. She knew how lonely and isolated Andy was most of his days, as did his father, and they took every oppurtunity Andy offered for him to be social.
Andy packed some stuff into a luggage bag, adding his laptop and computer accessories after recalling that the lakehouse had broadband. Jamie had explained he wanted to stay there for a month, though he'd gladly drive Andy home if he needed some more stuff. Andy packed as much as he could; he rathered, though he wished he didn't, not having to ask for kindness, instead going through discomfort and resulting self hate at his shyness.
That picture was in his bathroom, as he went in to get shower gel and shampoo; Jamie was topless in it, at the beach, with Andy. Andy barely saw himself in it, his eyes only seeing Jamie. He hated that picture; he had masturbated to climax so many times looking at it that he wished he had the strength to throw it in the bin.
His hand was at his crotch; he resolutely put it on his hip. Arguments in favour of jerking off came to him; he threw them away, disgusted at himself for thinking them up, without feeling pride for resisting.
He said goodbye to his mother, and went out to the car, luggage bag rolling along on its wheels, the handle of it in his right hand, his left hand deep in his left pocket. Jamie took the bag off him and threw it in the boot, alongside his own; Andy didn't say anything about the fact Jamie's bag was already packed in there, knowing that Jamie didn't do that in arrogance, but in good naturedness.
They drove off, Andy once again trying to distract himself with his book; he loved reading, truly did, but the scent of Jamie, a musky scent, still reached his nostrils. When they began to venture out of the human influenced terrain out into naturally dominated parts, Andy put down his book, and admired the sights. He loved nature, and mostly hated humans for arrogance, while at the same time understanding it. Humans had ''won'', and taken their own path. Small acts of arrogance at first had eventually birthed accepted arrogance.
''I'm glad you're coming, Andy,'' Jamie said, smiling over at his friend, ''I saw this on a drive out to the place lately; wait till you see it.''
Andy looked quizzically at him, but Jamie just smiled. They rounded a mountain on the high road they were on, and then both natural blues met in Andy's eyes. He gaped, open mouthed, as Jamie smiled wider and pulled in on the side of the road.
There was nothing but nature, at its very best, in his view now. Calm, blue sea met cloudless, blue sky, while the sun illuminated the water. Andy smiled slowly, loving this sight. He had to do some poetry on this sight before him, he thought, and smiled wider. While his feeble attempts at poetry did little to spell out the true beauty that was nature, he liked to think nature appreciated it, in a wordless manner.
''Glad you like it,'' Jamie whispered, as he also took in the view. Andy looked at him sideways, smiling wider as he returned his gaze to the ocean and sky's beautiful coupling; Jamie understood the aesthetic, something view of his peers did. Indeed, Andy thought, amused, their peers would probably guess ''aesthetic'' was a kind of drug if asked.
Jamie turned, and quietly walked back to the car, letting Andy know he could continue to enjoy the view, if he liked. Andy blinked, as if to imprint the view on his retinas, and returned to the car.
''Thanks, Jamie,'' Andy said, smiling at his friend without arousal, just simple affection and love (though he hoped Jamie didn't perceive the second emotion).
''No prob', mate. Know how you love the views, despite the blues,'' he said, winking after his latter comment.
Why the simple rhyme of his words prompted it, Andy would never know.
Andy leaned over to Jamie, put one hand on the side of his neck, not even registering the surprise on Jamie's face, before he pressed his lips against Jamie's.
His lips bad barely clasped Jamie's upper lip, before Andy leaned back. Shocked surprise was on Jamie's face.
Andy's heart sank. Why the hell did he just do that?
''I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was an accident, Jamie, please,'' Andy hurriedly began, before a smile blossomed on Jamie's face, and he leaned in to kiss Andy this time.
Their lips pressed and probed, only softly, but it was the single most amazing moment of Andy's seventeen year old life. He didn't know to describe the feelings he felt at that moment; it was like a hurricane, blowing away the hurt and pain, and leaving optimism and hope.
Andy stared at Jamie's lips as the athletic hunk leaned back. His eyes slowly travelled to Jamie's, who was staring into his.
''What.....how....?'', Andy stammered, and Jamie, with a slow smile, interrupted him. ''I noticed how you got sometimes around me....kinda got to thinking about you, lately.....''
Andy hadn't dared to hope before Jamie said that.
He launched himself at Jamie, his lips hitting Jamie's, more than meeting them, as he put his knees on either side of Jamie's legs on the driver seat. Jamie gasped at first, but then accepted it, his hands going down to Andy's, rubbing them while Andy gripped his shoulder, kissing him over and over. His lips clasped on, peeled off and pushed at Jamie's for what seemed like forever. Jamie's tongue slowly divided Andy's lips, and now Andy froze a little. He had never kissed before; had felt awkward for a moment.
An awkward moment, that preceded joyful eternity.
Jamie's tongue guided his, caressed it, pushed and pulled it. Andy melted, simply put, onto Jamie's body, his back arching as his chest and stomach pressed against Jamie's torso, his ass almost trapped against the steering wheel, thankfully only the wheel itself and not the horn. The kiss was hot, wet, beautiful, lustful, sweet, everything and more, that kiss was to Andy.
Jamie's hands slowly rubbed their way into Andy's trousers, under his underwear, and started to pleasure his ass. Andy's throbbing cock exploded into his underwear, and he moaned muffled moans against Jamie's mouth, as his violent arch, reaction to Jamie's hands, pushed his mouth more at Jamie.
Jamie now devoured his mouth, his tongue and lips leaving Andy weakened, as his hands pleasured Andy's ass (though he'd often think of it as his ''pussy'', he didn't believe Jamie would consider it that way) every way possible; slowly rubbing, peeling the ass cheeks apart, grasping them gently, his fingers curling between Andy's ass cheeks. Andy's body, despite the heat that burned his skin and would revive a death caused by a blizzard, Andy imagined, was completely limp, his hands almost desperately gripping Jamie's shoulders.
Jamie slowly leaned his head back, his hands firmly placed on Andy's ass. Jamie looked into his eyes, whispering, ''Wow,'' in shock.
Andy panted, but didn't say anything. He felt desperately turned on right now, and wanted to keep his body against Jamie's for as long as he allowed it. His cock was throbbing, his heart was racing, and breathing seemed to take an effort, but every breath was a pleasure, for he inhaled the scent of Jamie.
''Wow,'' Jamie repeated, his hands starting to rub Andy's ass again, to Andy's delight, the younger boy instinctively pushing his body at Jamie in response. ''Didn't know what it'd be like, to be honest.....''
Andy blushed as he gathered the breath to speak. ''I hope you liked it.....''
He needn't've been worried, for Jamie just smiled slowly, saying, ''I actually did.....it was.....definately something.''
Andy smiled, leaning his head towards Jamie slowly, as if expecting to be refused, but his lips met Jamie's unopposed, and he kissed Jamie sweetly, repeatedly, loving the taste of Jamie's mouth. He brought his hands down Jamie's front, finding the feeling of Jamie's muscle mass against his delicate hands almost dizzyingly arousing. Jamie brought one of his hands to the top of Andy's bubble butt, and probed a finger into his sensitive hole.
Andy arched violently against him, squealing a girlish squeal in surprise, breaking away from the kiss. Jamie looked surprised by this reaction, but his finger continued to probe, and Andy arched his neck, moaning softly. Jamie leaned forward and started to kiss Andy's neck; the heat of his open lips on Andy's neck felt divine. Every wriggle, every thrust of Jamie's finger sent a surge of static pleasure through his slender body. His hands went slack on Jamie's chest, as he surrendered himself to Jamie. His cock grew again, harder than ever before, and he began grinding his crotch against Jamie's stomach.
Jamie drew back once more, his finger exiting Andy. Andy moaned one last time, as the effects of Jamie's care continued, then looked down at Jamie. Jamie was studying him; Andy began to worry, until Jamie headed him off.
''Sorry, its just.....you look kinda....,'' Jamie seemed a little reluctant to say the next word; after all, about ten minutes ago (though it had felt like forever to Andy) they had just been friends. ''...you look really....sexy.''
Andy blushed intensely, but the arousal sent through him by Jamie's words almost made him cum; he truly was a sensitive boy. ''T-thank you, Jamie,'' he whispered, feeling himself falling in love at this moment, as his blue eyes met Jamie's in a tighter embrace than they already were in.
They continued that lock gaze for a few moments, then Jamie, almost reluctantly, Andy somewhat hoped, pushed him gently onto his side. Jamie looked away for a second, then back at Andy. Andy's heart began to sink, and he waited for Jamie's words.
''Andy.....,'' Jamie began, his eyes meeting Andy's with an intense light in them, and Andy nodded, feeling as if he needed to make some kind of response to the seriousness in Jamie's eyes and words. ''I've.....been thinking about you for about a month, now.''
Andy's mouth felt open, and he just stared. Jamie seemed ashamed, and looked away, quietly saying, ''I'm sorry....wasn't really right of me to do that, I know, but....,'' his words interrupted by Andy finally coming to and reaching a hand across to Jamie's cheek.
''Jamie....I've been fantasizing about you for at least two years,'' Andy said, gulping, hearing the tremble of fear and relief in his voice. It felt good to finally come clean, while at the same time, he worried how Jamie would take it. He smiled slowly as Jamie smiled at him, relieved and happier than he had ever been.
''Well.....we'd best be heading, then,'' Jamie said slowly, as if he began to reorder things in his mind as he turned the Chevvy on once more. Andy took his eyes off Jamie, and began to do the same. One thing, though, needed to be answered. As the surrounding area moved along with the car, Andy asked, with a pleading note on his voice and face, ''Jamie, once we get there....will we....I mean, can we.....?''
Jamie looked at him for a few moments; thankfully, there were no cars in sight, and it was a straight road. He seemed to perceive what Andy meant, and a slow smile crept into his face, ''Yeah.....we will.''
Andy smiled at him, until Jamie turned back to the road. Andy sat back, smiling into space. They were going to make love.
End of Part 1