The following is a work of fiction and should be read as such. Resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are offended by reading about consensual sexual relations between teenaged boys or if it is illegal to do so where you are, then please leave now. Likewise, if you are not of legal age to read about such things, you too should leave.
Now for those who have chosen to stay, I hope you enjoy the third installment of The Note. It was actually written a few months ago, but I have had little time to dedicate to posting it. Enjoy, Jay
As far as Andy was concerned, his life was over. Two days ago, he was in total bliss. Now, Monday afternoon, Andy could think of no reason to live. At the beginning of the school day he promised himself he would avoid Austin completely. He knew he could not stand further heartbreak and valiantly kept his promise for approximately five minutes until he went into the boy's bathroom in the 500 hall. Andy immediately walked back out upon seeing Austin standing at the far urinal. Andy's heart was racing as he made the hasty retreat from the restroom and blended into the bustling crown of freshmen.
Just before stepping into his first hour class, he felt a tap on his back. He hoped it was Cory, but knew it was Austin. He could feel his presence. Besides, Cory was already sitting at his desk in to back row grinning at Andy. Andy decided to not turn around and instead walked to his desk and sat down beside of Cory, not daring to look in the doorway. His curiosity got the best of him, though, and he glanced to see Austin standing there. Andy just as quickly looked away and down at his book bag. He took out his English book and flipped the pages. He was not thinking of English though and looked back to see Austin still standing there. Austin motioned at him and Andy, despite his better judgment, began to stand.
"May I help you, Mr. Arrington?" Andy's teacher, Ms. Hamilton asked.
Austin looked at her, then with pleading eyes, back at Andy. Andy refused to make eye contact with the older boy and sat nervously with his feet propped under the desk in front of him, both legs bouncing frantically. Austin looked back at Ms. Hamilton and said, "No."
"What, then, are you doing in the freshman wing?" she asked.
"Lost I guess," he said shrugging his shoulders. Austin never like Ms. Hamilton and his sarcasm was obvious.
"Lost you must be. Unless you want detention hours Saturday morning, I suggest you go to class and stay out of the freshman wing."
"Yes, Ma'am," Austin mumbled and walked away.
"Who was that?" Cory asked nonchalantly. He had seen Austin beckoning Andy.
"Mr. Arrington, I guess," Andy said.
"I figured that Smartass, but he was waving at you."
"What makes you think it was me?"
"'Cause he was looking right at you and you were getting up to go out there to talk to him," Cory said becoming frustrated with Andy's obvious evasiveness.
"No, I wasn't. I was gonna sharpen my pencil."
"Yeah, but ... "
Cory was about to bring up the point that Andy was using a mechanical pencil but was cut short by a disgusted Andy who said, "Just drop it Cory ... Geez," as he slumped down in his uncomfortable chair, folding his arms and staring out the window. He had to squint for the sun was shining in his eyes.
The remaining classes were uneventful and except for seeing Austin across the cafeteria during lunch, Andy never had to deal with him. Finally dismissed from the Leper's class, Andy bolted outside, at last free of the oppressive hallways and classrooms. He had avoided speaking to Cory also, despite attempts by his friend to coax him out of his state of depression. He decided to ditch the basketball game, too sad to join the fun.
Andy was slowly making his way to the bicycle rack and was walking across the back lawn of the campus when he heard pounding footsteps behind him. Before he could even turn around he felt an arm wrap around his neck and in an instant he was thrown to the ground, his heavy backpack landing several feet to his side. Laying on his stomach and slightly shaken from the jolt, he tried to stand but felt the heavy weight of the aggressor pounce on him, once again pushing Andy to the ground. He heard laughter and looked over his shoulder to see Cory straddled over his back and grinning. Andy was not amused. "What the fuck are you doing, Cory! Get off me!"
"No. Not 'til you tell me what your problem is."
"Right now my problem is you. I can't breathe, Fatass!"
"Pussy," Cory said rolling off Andy and extending his hand to help Andy stand. Andy ignored the help, grabbed his backpack and started walking again. Cory persisted. "What's the matter with you?" he asked. He was following Andy.
"Nothing," Andy said sternly.
"Bullshit."
"Whatever."
"No. Not 'whatever'. Don't make me tackle you again," Cory said, trying to sound menacing.
Andy looked over his shoulder and told the still grinning Cory that he was ready for him the next time and that wrestling match would not end like the first. Cory was unaffected by the remark and grabbed Andy around the neck once more, but he made no attempt to throw him to the ground. He only drew Andy close in a sort of macho hug with both boys shoulder to shoulder.
"Mind if I come over to your house?" Cory asked.
"Do whatever you want, dude."
"Good. I figure we can go to the Y, swim awhile."
"Can't. I got homework to do," Andy said matter of factly.
"Too bad. Do it later tonight. We'll only stay for a couple hours," Cory countered.
"No, Cory. I have homework, I said."
"And I said too fucking bad. Do it later."
Andy sighed and knew his argument was in vain. Cory would probably literally drag him to the YMCA if he didn't go willingly. Andy gave one last excuse to get out of going. "You don't have a bathing suit, Cory."
"Dude, you are so weak. You only got one pair of shorts?" Cory asked. Andy knew it was no use. He would be swimming within the hour. It was clearly the last thing he wanted to do that night, wanting nothing more than a long hot bath and his consoling bed. He knew that if he was sleeping he would not be sulking over Austin. "With my luck," he thought sarcastically, "I'll dream about him."
The two boys mounted their bicycles and rode off the campus. Andy kept a steady pace with his eyes peering straight ahead. He could hear Cory chattering beside him, at one point about the fight during his lunch hour, another time about his needing a new bike. Andy never completely tuned him in, but was not ignoring him either. His attention focused when Cory asked about, "That Arrington kid." Andy simply looked at Cory with a "go to Hell" stare. Cory, though, was totally immune to Andy's hateful stare and told him so. "Don't look at me like that. You don't scare me, Dude. I know you're soft," Cory said.
"Don't you ever quit smiling?" asked Andy.
"No."
"Well, try. You're bugging me." They turned onto Andy's block and into his driveway.
"So who is he?" asked Cory.
"He's just some dude I know," Andy said. He was tired of Cory's persistence and his will to keep the relationship with Austin secret was wavering.
"How do you know him?" Cory continued.
"Just from school, Cory," Andy said. They walked into Andy's house and Andy took two cans of Coke from the refrigerator, giving one to Cory.
"Isn't his first name Brian or Justin?" Cory asked.
"Its Austin," Andy conceded. He dropped his book bag on the kitchen floor and read a note from his mother instructing him to please clean hi room because her boss was coming over for dinner. "Oh great," he said aloud. "Like he's gonna go in my room any-fucking-way." Andy was in no mood for company that night.
"So how did you get to know him? He's like a junior ain't he?" Cory asked.
"Yeah, he's a junior, but I don't really know him. He offered me a ride one night while I was walking and I took him up on it," Andy lied. "I don't really know him." Cory was still not convinced.
"So what did he want with you at school this morning?" Andy was growing irritated by the interrogation, and Cory was sensing it.
"I just caught a ride with him, Cor. God! Maybe he wanted some gas money or something."
"OK. OK, I just asked. Don't get loud. Fuck."
"Well, you keep asking me these questions like your my mom and shit," Andy said. He pushed the blinking button on the answering machine and walked around the corner to kick off his shoes in the foyer. He heard the series of beeps and listened first to his mother reminding him to clean his room, then his mother's boss confirming the visit, then to the raspy, husky voice he recognized as Austin's. His heart dropped and he froze. All that the message said was, "Yeah, this is for Andy ... this is Austin, my number is 871-5486. Call me back, Dude."
Andy knew that Cory must have heard it. Now he would really get the third degree from him. Andy walked back into the kitchen and asked Cory if he was ready to change his clothes to go swimming, but Cory said, "What are you trying to hide?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Andy said.
"Look, I ain't stupid. You been actin' like a prick all day. Yesterday you were all happy as shit but the night before you were weird. Then this Austin dude comes into the picture ... "
Andy interrupted Cory and said, "Let's just go. I still have homework to do when we get back." Cory did not finish his sentence and together they went to Andy's bedroom and Andy grabbed two pair of rather worn swimming trunks and two towels. He tossed them into a gym bag and within minutes the boys were on their way to the pool.
The locker room smelled musty and dank. It was an old building and several of the fluorescent bulbs were missing. Others were flickering, trying to stay lit. Andy sat on the metal bench beside Cory and kicked off his Nikes. Cory did the same and Andy saw that Cory was staring at him. Andy looked Cory in the eyes and saw confusion in them. He felt that Cory was desperately trying to piece things together. Andy knew that if he did not start acting like his old self, Cory would never stop hassling him over Austin.
Cory began to speak, no doubt hitting Andy with another probing question, but Andy cut him short. Cory had been standing to remove his shirt and had it around his head. Andy smacked Cory's stomach with the back of his hand, just hard enough to knock the wind out of him as he doubled over. Andy quickly straddled Cory's bowed body and locked his thighs around Cory. Cory was caught completely off guard and whimpered submission. Andy bent forward and locked his arms around Cory's waist and lifted his lower half off the floor. Cory was helpless.
"You gonna quit harassing me, Dickhead?" Andy asked triumphantly. Cory could hear Andy giggling, albeit muffled from the strong squeezing legs covering his ears.
"Yes. Yes, I'll leave you alone," Cory said.
Andy released his hold and stepped back a few paces. He knew Cory well enough to brace himself for retaliation but it never came. Instead, Cory finished taking off his shirt and lowered his pants. Andy did the same and soon both boys were naked a pulling up their trunks. Andy threw their clothes into a locker, securing it and they made their way to the showers.
Andy dove in head first with no regard for the water's temperature, swimming half the length of the large pool underwater. He surfaced at the rope cutting the water in half, wiping his eyes and laughed aloud at Cory who was just beginning to wade into the shallow end. Cory always took a while to become used to the water. Andy swam toward Cory, who was just in deep enough to feel the cold water under his crotch. Just as he was psyching himself to make the plunge, Andy was at his feet underwater and casually pulled Cory under. Cory gulped a huge breath seconds before being dunked. Both boys came up for air laughing. Somewhere behind the a whistle sounded and they heard the life guard scolding Andy for his actions.
For nearly an hour Andy was lost in the fun of the moment. He had not completely forgotten Austin and the heartache he was enduring, but nevertheless, Andy was feeling better. He watched Cory gracefully dive off the board and was overwhelmed by a sense of affection for him. He credited Cory for forcing him to relax and have fun. New tears formed in Andy's eyes, but they were from a different emotion. He had a good friend in Cory, one that worried about Andy and his well being. Sure, Cory was curious about Austin, Andy realized, but more so about how Austin affected Andy. It was clear, Andy knew, that Cory was only concerned for Andy's happiness. Andy beamed and smiled as Cory swam toward him. Andy was resting in the deep end, his back against the rough concrete wall, elbows on the deck. Cory made his way to Andy and joined him.
"Hey, those guys over there wanna play chicken. You want to?" Cory asked spitting a mouthful of water in a high arc.
"I just pissed in that same water, Cor."
"So that's why it tastes so good. So you wanna play?"
"Sure ..."
"I got top," Cory said swimming away, just before Andy could claim the position. They swam to the three foot section and Andy dove through Cory's spread legs, hoisting Cory out of the water on Andy's shoulders. Andy realized that he only knew one of his opponents. The other, he had never seen.
The four fought valiantly for the better part of the five o'clock hour, alternating victories. The entire time Andy stayed erect. Just the feel of Cory's legs around Andy's body made him shudder. Often, in the heat of battle, Andy would push the back of his head into Cory's crotch. Andy was completely surprised, the second time he did so, to feel the resistance of Cory's erection pushing back into Andy's head. Andy wished that he were facing the other direction and longed to bury his face in Cory's crotch. Andy's penis twitched and ached from the teasing Cory was subjecting him to. Several times Andy felt Cory reach down and adjust his cock. By the end of the match, Andy had abandoned all caution and rested his head fully against Cory's erection, feeling its length across his neck.
Cory and Nathan both hit the water at the same time, reluctantly calling the match a tie and vowing to pick up next time where they had left off. The four boys, completely exhausted, made their way into the locker rooms. By now Andy's penis was soft and after a quick glance at Cory, Andy saw that he was flaccid also. The boys peeled off their wet shorts and showered the chlorine off their bodies. Andy inconspicuously watched the other three and hoped that none would notice his desire for them.
"I'd suck all three right here," Andy thought. He closed his eyes, letting the water rinse his hair and face. He could not help picture himself forced against the cold green tiled wall and shoved to his knees to service Nathan, the tallest in the room. He imagined Cory and Eric, the boy he had never seen before today, on either side of him, each with one foot propped on Andy's shoulders. He imagined them absentmindedly stroking their dicks, barely acknowledging Andy's existence. Occasionally, they would glance down at Andy's straining lips as Nathan drove his engorged shaft into Andy's throat. They gradually grew impatient as they awaited their respective turns. Nathan was nearing the end of his assault, as now he was on his toes, his taught leg muscles straining with the effort. He was hissing between clenched teeth, spittle spraying the tile wall. All the while, his cock pistoned in and out of Andy's upturned face, whose eyes showed a touch of fear. Nathan's body began jerking. He drove completely into Andy's throat, burying his pubes into Andy's nose and watering eyes. Andy's head was held tightly against wall as he felt Nathan's head swell and he felt a shot of fire baste his throat, Nathan's liquid soothing his friction abused lining. Andy never tasted the juice, but he loved the sensation of the feet on his shoulders and the still swollen cock buried in him.
"Andy," Cory said. "Andy," he said again louder after getting no response. Andy opened his eyes, seeing Cory's naked dripping body in front of him. Cory's hair was plastered against his head except for one rebellious tuft at the crown. "I thought you died standing up," Cory said. Andy saw that Nathan and Eric were done with their shower. "Looks like one part of you is still alive anyway. Cory glanced at Andy's crotch and smiled. Andy looked at his erection and saw it twitching with each heartbeat. "You better start taking care of that thing. Seems like it does that every time you're with me," Cory said.
Andy lifted only his eyes to see Cory staring through him. He was no longer smiling and Andy could not decide how to take his remark. Andy looked away and blushed. He turned around and shut off the water, instantly missing its warmth and security. He made his way to his locker and busied himself with toweling his body. Cory was completely dressed within minutes and told Andy that Nathan and Eric wanted to join them later that night. Andy reminded Cory of his unfinished homework.
"What homework do you have?" Cory asked.
"I have to read chapter 10 in civics."
"Is that all? Just read the summary," Cory said. Andy sensed that Cory just wanted Andy to stay away from home where he would likely return to his state of depression. Again, Andy felt a wave of passion for Cory. He felt an urge to be held by Cory, protected by him. But yet when he thought of Austin, he felt the same urge. More than ever, Andy was confused. He thought of Austin and how he longed to have sex with him, not just the act, but he had a desire to please the boy. Andy wanted to make Austin feel good and appreciate him for it. Austin had hurt him, used Andy it seemed. It frustrated Andy that he wavered between animal lust and repulsion with Austin. One minute he worshiped Austin like he was a god, the next he wished he had never met him.
Cory prodded Andy to hurry dressing and they left the YMCA. Andy convinced Cory that he really did not feel like going anywhere else and Cory finally gave up asking. Instead, they agreed to pass time at Andy's house. When they got there, Andy remembered he did not clean his room and ignored her lecture about forgetting, dismissing his mother by telling her he would clean it then. Andy shut his bedroom door behind them and, exhausted from swimming, flopped down on his bed. He was on his back and rubbed his chlorine weary eyes. After a few minutes of silence, Andy sat up, propping on his elbows. He looked at Cory who was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall. Cory was staring at him and. Andy knew he was going to bring up "that Arrington kid" again. Sure enough, he asked, "You gonna call him?"
"Call who?" Andy said yawning.
"You know who."
"Nope. He knows where to find me," Andy said.
"You like him don't you?" Cory asked.
Andy did not expect the question and his eyes widened with fear, betraying him. He stuttered, "Yeah, I guess so. He's cool."
"No!" Cory said shaking his head and giggling. "I mean you LIKE him, like his body, Dude." Cory was speaking softly and in no way was threatening in his accusation, but Andy felt trapped, backed into a corner. His eyes showed terror as they searched the room, looking for escape, but he could not focus them on anything.
"I ... I don't know what you mean," he stammered. The fear of Cory knowing his secret was unbearable. He thought of Kyle and his other friends.
He quickly played the scene through his mind, his friends calling him a queer, laughing at his expense. First Austin's rejection and then the entire school knowing his feelings.
"Andy, I'm not stupid," Cory said.
"What do you ... What? Are you calling me gay?"
"Are you?"
"No, Dude," Andy chuckled excitedly. "I am 100% not gay," he said jokingly, mimicking the South Park teacher. Then, since Cory was not buying it, "Fuck no. You know I like girls!" His voice was cracking and reaching a higher pitch.
"No," Cory said simply. "I don't Andy."
"Well, I don't see you fucking dating anybody either, Cor." By now Andy had stood and was looking down at Cory. He was braced to defend his reputation.
"It ain't about that, Dude," Cory said.
"Well, what the fuck IS it about ?"
"I see the way you look at me, Kyle, the others. I know you been watching Austin real close too."
"Fuck you, Cory! I ain't no fuckin' fag. Dude, you know that!" Andy's tone had changed. His voice softened, almost pleading his case.
"Look, Andy, all I'm sayin' is I catch you looking at me like girls do. You know. It's like in your eyes and shit. You size me up ... like they do.
And I've caught you looking at my dick plenty of times." Andy, by now, was lost for words. He knew there was no convincing Cory that he was not gay. All he could possibly hope for was Cory's vow of silence. "So, you wanna tell me what's been going on this weekend, and don't say 'nothing', 'cause I know something's up, Dude. Andy, man, your my friend. I don't want you all down and shit. You ain't no fun when you're all weepy and shit," Cory said.
Andy noticed the genuine concern from Cory. He took a deep breath and immediately felt the weight of his troubles fall from his shoulders as he shared the burden of them with Cory. For a complete hour, Andy let loose of his deepest feelings for Austin, all the while, Cory sat and listened, carefully prompting Andy to continue. Andy fought to maintain his composure and corral his tears, but several escaped.
Andy was finally silent after rambling for the last ten minutes of his confession. He was emotionally drained, his energy spent. He felt numb and vulnerable. Having spread his feelings open for Cory's criticism, Andy awaited persecution, his face buried in his hands. He did not care though. The torment he had been experiencing seemed lessened. He told Cory of his feelings and confusion over them, but he did not confess to Cory the sexual episode with Austin. So, at the very least, Andy thought, he could claim innocence of actually having acted on his desires.
Cory finally spoke. "So what you are saying is you probably love Austin."
"Cor, this is totally fucked up, talking about this," Andy said.
"It don't freak me out, if that's what you think. Maybe I should tell you. You know my Aunt Joan, my dad's stepsister? She's a lesbian. We've talked about shit. Talked about you as a matter of fact." Cory saw the look of fear in Andy's eyes and quickly relieved him by telling him not to worry and that she had suggested the talk they were now having. "You going to call him?" Cory asked.
"Andy! There's somebody here to see you," his mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Within seconds, he heard a light tap on his bedroom door and opened it to see Austin leaning on the wall opposite the door.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"Yeah, whatever," Andy said.
"Andy, I need you to clean that room. Maybe those boys will help," yelled Andy's mother.
"Whatever, Mom!" Andy said, a little too sassy for his mother's liking.
Andy closed the door behind Austin who did a double take upon seeing Cory. Austin sat on the bed. "Nice room," he said. "I uh ... came to get my jacket."
"Hey, I gotta go, Andy," Cory said. He stood and walked to the door.
"No!" Andy said loudly and with a bit more emphasis than he had meant to use. He looked at Austin who was busy surveying the room, trying to appear casual, and back to Cory. "No, you don't have to leave. We ... we have to study, remember." Andy absolutely did not want to be left alone with Austin.
He knew the older boy would put him on the spot, making him account for his obvious avoidance of Austin at school. Andy desperately wanted Cory to stay, finding comfort in his friends' understanding.
"Nah. I'm outta hear. See you, Dude," Cory said, and quickly walked out, shutting the door behind him.
Andy made himself look busy by sorting his clothes and tried to ignore Austin. Neither spoke for minutes, then finally Austin asked, "So what's up?"
"Shit," Andy said coldly.
Austin jumped straight to the point of his visit. "You know, just 'cause I have a girlfriend don't mean you and me can't still be friends. You know, fuck around every once in a while."
Andy shuddered when he heard the word 'girlfriend', but stubbornly refused to let Austin know it bothered him. He began pairing his sweat socks, tossing them in the drawer, still not looking at Austin. Getting no response, Austin added, "I don't want you to think all I want is a head job all the time. You know, we can hang out and shit, do ... stuff. Fuck, you might as well get rid of that bike, I can drive you wherever you want to go."
Andy had heard enough.
"You mean drive me wherever I want to go before or after you pick up Lisa."
"Goddamn it, Andy! She's my girlfriend. What the fuck does she have to do with this?" Austin stood, his hands on his hips. Andy could see the burst of anger within Austin and he knew what it felt like. Andy too was angry, but he began to sense that Austin was without malice and doing his best to smooth the rough edges of their relationship. But Andy was not ready to give up. Austin, it seemed, wanted the best of both worlds.
Austin took the two steps to Andy and looked down into the eyes of the vulnerable boy in front of him. Andy leaned into Austin, his forehead resting on Austin's chest. He immediately felt Austin's large hands on his shoulders, pulling him back upright. Seeing a tenderness in Austin's eyes he listened as Austin explained. "Andy, I know you love me and to be honest, I like you too. I don't think its love, but I like you a lot. But you gotta remember, we are guys, and we go to school where if anybody ... anybody knew what was going on, my reputation, our reputations, would be ruined. I can't risk that and you still got 3 1/2 years here. I know you don't want people calling you queer all that time. And the fact is I do love Lisa, OK ... no, look at me ... " Andy had turned his head. "We been together for a while now and she is a very nice person."
Andy felt like crying, but did not. "So why did you come over?" Andy asked.
"Because I was worried about you, Dude. I seen ya moping around all day and I knew it was over me and I just want you to know I'm sorry, but there ain't nothin' I can do about it."
"I wish I weren't in love with you," Andy mumbled. By now he was sitting on his bed facing the still standing Austin. Andy's mind was reeling, completely confused. He did not know what to do. On the one hand, he could ask Austin to leave and be done with him, or he could insist Austin choose the girl he was in love with or the boy who gives good head. Andy could also concede, cooperate with the reality he faced. A faint hope played its way through his thoughts, one where Austin could only choose Andy over Lisa.
Austin turned to leave, but Andy asked him to wait. "Lock the door," Andy said. Austin walked back after doing so and looked down at the boy in pain. "I love you, Austin," Andy said. It seemed the more he said the words, merely thought them even, the harder it was to deal with.
"I know, Dude, but I don't love you back. At least not the way you so me."
"I shoulda never wrote that note."
"Why?"
"Because ... this sucks! Nevermind," Andy said. He wanted to explain his torment to Austin, attempt to make him understand. Somehow, he knew words could never convey his truest emotions to Austin.
"Andy, you're a helluva nice kid and you'll find somebody to love you back one day," Austin said. "We still friends?" Austin offered a friendly hand to Andy, but he ignored it. Instead, he pulled Austin to him by his hips and hastily pulled down Austin's jeans. Within seconds he had Austin's flaccid penis between his lips, desperately trying to pump life into it. He would prove himself a better lover than Lisa, prove that he cared more for Austin than anyone. Andy attacked Austin, cajoling an erection.
"Whoa!" Austin said, stepping back. "You don't have to do this for my sake."
But Andy was not doing it for Austin. He was completely selfish in his motives He knew he could make Austin love him with his actions. He reasoned to please Austin at all costs, ignoring Austin's assertion that they just be friends.
Andy pulled the older boy back into him and Austin's lust overtook him. Andy bobbed savagely on Austin, having overcome his gagging reflex. Austin kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the jeans that pooled at his ankles. He spread his legs wider and began humping the hole Andy provided him. Andy felt the furry testicles slamming under his chin. He grabbed Austin's ass and pulled him inside, holding him there until he needed a breath. All the while, Austin urged him to suck harder and faster. Andy could not get enough of Austin. He made love to his cock, enticing it, tricking it into submission. The ultimate goal being to win Austin's love. Andy had heard that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Andy postulated that the way to a boy's heart was through his dick, and with that belief in mind, he continued as if trying to swallow Austin prick first, like some misguided snake devouring it's prey.
Austin bucked hard. The continuous slamming of his weight had forced Andy on his back. Austin went with him, never losing a stroke. He was straddling Andy's face, urgently pumping to the end, totally oblivious to anything other than the world in which he was embedded. Austin's shirt dangled loosely over Andy's face and he followed the trail of faint hairs as they pointed at the button of Austin's navel. He eyes traveled and he peered at the underside of perfectly formed chest muscles, tipped with rose colored nipples. He let out a groan as he fell deeper in love with the boy now possessing him. He loved the way Austin's strong shoulders supported his weight over him and he loved even more, the rocking hips plunging into him.
But Andy was not content. He wanted more and after a diligent effort, he was able to topple Austin off him. "What's wrong?" Austin pleaded, his looming orgasm interrupted.
A lustful Andy simply said, "I want you in me."
Austin halfheartedly protested, with Andy hearing something about it being wrong; saving himself for someone special; it will hurt; his mother being downstairs. Andy could not have cared less and the look on his face convinced Austin that Andy was serious. Andy knew, rather assumed, it would hurt, but what greater gift could he give to prove himself to Austin. His sacrifice would be ultimate, a final desperate submission that would convince Austin.
Andy kissed his way to Austin's crotch, beginning with the boy's feet. Hungrily, he licked at the muscular calves and thighs, lingering behind the knees. Austin rolled his head from side to side in anticipation. When at last he opened his eyes, Andy was preparing to mount him. He had rewet Austin's dick and it glistened and twitched. Andy noticed that the head of it was obscenely engorged and purple. A puddle of precum appeared conveniently and Andy scooped it into his fingers, plastering it on his waiting hole. Andy looked straight into Austin's eyes as Austin watched the gap close between his dick and Andy's ass. Andy was holding it perfectly vertical, guiding it to his lowering body. Austin uncontrollably thrust upward, making contact with the tight, slippery hole. Andy gasped upon feeling the intimate contact, and suddenly realized the awesomeness of the pending invasion. He could not picture Austin's massive prick entering him. He knew it was twice as big as anything that had ever come out of there. Still, he pressed down further, feeling the first half of the head spreading him. He instantly burst into a profuse sweat. Within minutes, he was covered in a dewey sheen of perspiration. He watched Austin quivering beneath him and he was struck with the notion that he may very well be possessing Austin instead of Austin possessing him. At that moment, he owned Austin and it was obvious to all who cared to look.
The pain was becoming unbearable and he longed to stop. But he could not, instead driven by his selfish desire. His ass ached and he began to lift upwards, instinctively evading the pain, but he was met by the resistance of Austin's hands securely holding his waist.
Slowly he descended. He was almost to the point of giving up when he felt something give. Austin grunted at the instant of entry and Andy sighed, realizing that the enormous head was completely inside him, making way for the thinner shaft. With typical 17 year old impatience, Austin bucked upward, pulled Andy down and completed their union.
Both boys were sweating. Andy never stopped looking into Austin's eyes. He gasped for Austin to wait a minute. Gradually he became acclimated to the intrusion and slowly the pain gave way to a warm glowing sensation throughout him. Andy lifted himself, feeling the tickling, tantalizing sensation of withdrawal, and quickly impaled himself again. He repeated over and again, establishing a comfortable, easy rhythm with Austin's bucking, lunging hips.
Austin rolled Andy onto his back and Andy instinctively lifted his legs over Austin's shoulders, opening himself completely for Austin's assault. Over and again Austin buried into him. The sheets were soaked with the evidence of their passion, a voyeur's delight as Austin crushed his balls into Andy's upturned ass cheeks. Andy found himself moaning loudly and Austin placed his palm tightly over Andy's mouth. The boy bit into it to control his vocal lust. The pounding continued and Andy completely lost in the intense feeling of the moment, was saddened as Austin plunged into him a last time. The boys' heads were ear to ear, Andy's arms wrapped tightly around Austin's back, sliding in the wetness. Both were breathing quite heavily when Andy felt the power of Austin's shot deep inside his guts. He hugged tighter as the boy's orgasm continued. Biting into Austin's shoulder, he was surprised when Austin turned his head and forced his lips onto Andy's mouth. Instinctively, Andy parted his lips, allowing the strong tongue to enter. He delighted in feeling it exploring his mouth, playing with his tongue, rubbing his gums.
Then too, was the friction of Austin's lean abdomen as his stomach humped Andy's rigid cock. Each thrust bringing Andy closer to orgasm. His cock had found the center groove of Austin's six pack and it slid effortlessly, lubricated in their sweat. His cock ached as he desperately sought relief. The tortuous rubbing was over, just as Andy felt the first gush of Austin inside him. Andy came too, equaling the intensity of his lover, his juice bonding their midsection with its hot pungent stickiness.
The pulsing in his ass finally stopped and simultaneously the boys relaxed. Andy slid his legs off Austin's shoulders, and in doing so, forced the shriveling penis from his ass. Austin rolled over and onto his back, content to lay there, breathing heavily in his post-orgasmic bliss. Andy rolled onto his side, peering down at the person he loved. Slowly he bent down, seeking the intimate contact of the older boy's mouth and was surprised when Austin turned away from him. Quickly Austin sat up and grabbed his briefs. "I gotta go, Dude," he said. Andy, by now used to heartbreak, did not question him, at least verbally. But his eyes did, nevertheless. "It's almost 8:30 and ... " Austin did not finish the sentence and Andy knew it had something to do with Lisa.
Andy watched Austin slide into his jeans and put on his shoes. Austin grabbed a dirty shirt, wiped the stickiness from his chest and tossed it to the floor. Andy surprised himself by feeling neither modesty, nor guilt as he lay spent and naked on the soaked bed. He sat upright as Austin zipped his jeans, taking care to tuck the flaccid penis into its most alluring position. "You ain't even gonna say thanks?" Andy said to Austin as the boy unlocked the bedroom door.
Austin walked the eight feet across the room and looked down at his naked friend. He lifted the boy's chin and kissed the sweaty forehead. "Thanks," Austin said, and he quickly left the room, shutting the door behind him. Just then, Andy knew he was victorious in his battle. He had played his hand and won. The proof was in the satisfied kiss from the stud who had just worn out his ass.
Andy gathered his clothes and tossed them into the hamper and after peering into the hallway, scampered naked into the bathroom. Suddenly he felt the urge to relieve his bowels.