Related article: Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2001 17:54:43 EDTFrom: Justin69SKaol.comSubject: Andrew's StoryAndrew's StoryChapter 3April 4, 2001------------Written by: Justin Case------------Disclaimer: This story is written about young gay life, its trials andtribulations. This story will examine gay relationships, both sexually andplatonically. If you find this kind of material Hussyfan Liluplanet Pthc offensive, perhaps youshould read it, absorb it, and come to understand it. This story isfiction; any similarities to real life are just those, similarities. Thiswork is the property of the author and is protected by the copyright lawsof the United States of America. The author, his editors, and thepublisher accept no responsibility for the actions of the readers of thismaterial.------------The SoapBox: OMG, can you believe it? Here we are again, yep, yep, justyou and I. I want to share a funny story with you all. I hope you don'tmind. 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 fromanother author. Don't ask me why I was on his mailing list, I haven't gota clue. I mean I had chatted with him on ICQ and he pointed me to my website-publishing program. We had communications about technical thingsregarding the web site program. As far as I was concerned that was thebeginning and ending of our relationship. I mean to say I didn't keep himin my address book, I had him on my ICQ contact list (buddy list) and thatwas 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 todisc.I don't know about you, but to me a person's address is personal. For meto add someone to my address book, I have to have what I feel is a personalrelationship. I mean what's the sense in having an address book with everyTom, Dick, and Harry that I chat with? First of all I wouldn't rememberthem all, and second of all it wouldn't be personal. I mean, that is whatinstant messaging is for. I can IM with people and get to know them; if webuild a relationship I might add them to my address book.My faithful readers, many of you have asked me to put you on my mailinglist. I don't have one. I never will either. I think, if you want to readmy work you can read it here.If you want to chat with me, put my name on your 'Buddy List', you'll seewhen I'm online and available. You can even e-mail me if you like. Ianswer all my e-mail. I would hope you don't add me to a mailing list. Ihate getting chain letters, or letters forwarded to me with severaladdressees - it's so impersonal. Please don't send me attachments, I justdelete 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 andworking in the afternoons at Maple Wood Farm. I was inundated withhomework. Why is it when I have to do so many things, the teachers load meup with homework? I couldn't keep up with it all, so I chose not to do myhomework. What'd you think I'd do?I got my mid-term grades and was getting a C in English. I decided to keepit to myself. I couldn't show it to Helen; I'd be grounded. So I hid itin my dresser. I'd give it to her Monday, I reasoned with myself. Hey, Icouldn't risk not being able to work or, worse yet, go to Tad's for thesleepover. My step-mom can be a bitch like that. I mean, what's so badabout a C? It's not like I'm failing.It was the last period of the day. Sarah and I were both in History. Isat in the classroom, staring out the window. My mind was cluttered withthoughts about her party and how I would fit in with everyone. Friday islike the toughest day, especially the last few periods. I mean, all I canthink about is what I'm going to do over the weekend. I sat there in thatclass, 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 mysurroundings."What are you bringing tonight?'"Me.""No, that's not what I mean. I mean, are you planning on bringing chips orsomething?""I don't know. Did you want me to?" I had never even thought about it. Iwas 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 whydon't you share it with the rest of us." Mr. Simmons' voice bellowedthroughout the room."No, sir." I could barely get my voice to work. I was so embarrassed. Icould feel the blood as it Hussyfan Liluplanet Pthc rushed to my face."I see, Mr. Johnson. Why don't you come up here and let me be the judge ofthat?" Simmons pushed."No, really, it was nothing.""I'm sorry, Mr. Simmons. I was just asking Andrew if he had a copy ofyesterday'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 Iwas saying, the Chinese culture is one of the world's oldest."I sat in that dull room for the next fifteen minutes, anxiously waiting forthe bell to ring. I looked around and noticed how all the classrooms werealike. Their cement block walls, the blackboards, even the silly desks. Ithought 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 hadweight lifting Hussyfan Liluplanet Pthc practice. As I wandered down the hallway, I saw Tad andMikey. God, they seemed so close. I wished I could have a friend likethat. I had Matty in Florida, but no one here.I went into the locker room to change my clothes. I could smell thatpungent odor, only found in a boys' locker room. The mixture of dirtyclothes, feet, and other assorted bodily scents hung in the air. I heard ashower running. I knew it must be Brian, he and I were the only ones stillin practice. We were both readying ourselves for State. I put my book bagdown 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. Imean, just because I won the lightweight it seemed that now I was someoneto him. He had never paid much attention to me before. He and Jon wouldhang out, but they avoided me and I avoided them. I especially kept mydistance from Jon. I wanted Brian to like me, but was too afraid toapproach him. He's so big and popular."I'll spot for you," Brian suggested, as he came walking out of the showertotally in the buff.I couldn't believe how well built he was. I hoped that someday I could bejust as much in shape as he was. He stood in front of me at my locker; hisbody glistened from the water of the shower. He hadn't dried off. Brianstood next to me and began to towel off.I watched him as he took his white bath-size towel and rapidly dried hisshort brown hair. I looked at his arms, his biceps and triceps as theyflexed with his movements. His arms had to be twenty inches round. Icouldn't take my eyes away from his beautifully developed chest and pecs. Iloved looking at little beads of water that still remained on his smoothtorso.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 ashe 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 admiredmine. 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 badafter all.Brian took me home after weight lifting. He and I both had surpassed ourgoals and were each lifting ten-percent more weight than when we won theschool finals. That's what Coach Rice had told us he wanted, and we bothdelivered."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 inthe door. Same as I do most days. Nothing ever changes. As I crossed thethreshold into the living room I noticed Gramma and Grandfather sitting onthe 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 daywith nothing to do, the least they could do is make something to eat. Ihate this place.I decided to take a shower. I wanted to get ready for the party. I flewdown the stairs to my bedroom. I was so excited. I had to figure out whatto 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 shortsleeve, black and baby blue 'Sideout' shirt, with my gray 'Union Bay' cargopants and my gray, white, and blue 'Vans' skate sneakers. I ditheredaround 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 Hussyfan Liluplanet Pthc 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 oranyone else get in my way. I had looked forward to this party and sleepoverall 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 turnedthe water on. Splash, the water sprayed all over me. Some idiot forgot toswitch the thing back to the bathtub faucet, the water sprayed me right inthe 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. Ilet my mind wander. It wandered to thoughts of Mikey. I had decided thatI thought he was cuter than Tad. Maybe I was tired of Tad, his visionsdidn'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, theyexcited me.I pictured his five foot four inch body naked, the way I had seen him ingym class. His abs perfectly sculpted on his smooth body. Hisuncircumcised cock hanging between his legs, with the small patch of blackhair. Mikey was a good- looking guy, his short black hair, and hischarcoal eyes. The last few days I had been eating lunch with him in thecafeteria and found I couldn't take my eyes off him.I began to stroke my cock while I visualized Mikey. I imagined what hisdick looked like when it was hard. I pictured how big it was when it waswhen I saw it soft in Hussyfan Liluplanet Pthc school, and painted a picture of what I thought itwould grow to. I saw myself licking his cock, pulling the whole thing intomy mouth. I tried to think about what it would look like, how the skin atthe head would be when it was hard. I was cut, and had never seen anotherhard dick other than my own. I pictured a large hard dick, with the skincovering the head. Mikey's dick was at least five inches long when it wassoft.I felt my cock as it pulsated in my hand. I could feel that familiarfeeling in my balls. I pinched at my tits with my left hand as I jerked mycock up and down. I continued to think about what I would do with Mikey'shard dick. I thought about how I'd suck on it. I thought about how itmight taste. I pictured his balls hanging down, the way I'd seen them. Ithought about how much he would like having me suck him off.My lips tightened themselves around my teeth. I drew in my breath. Bothmy 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 askingme to come. I felt the strain in my thighs as I pumped my hips forward tohis mouth.My balls tightened up. My nipples began to throb with pleasure as Ipinched and tugged at them. I squeezed my eyes shut, while I clenched myteeth. My hot, thick jiz began its journey up my rock hard member. Icould feel each gush as it shot up from my balls.It felt great. It was an overdue release from my balls. I felt it allday, since this morning when I saw Jon lying in his bed while I dressed. Ifelt so bad about my thoughts; I wanted to jump in his bed. I needed tofeel another person's touch. It seemed to be all I could think and wonderabout. What it would feel like to have someone else sucking me, or mesucking them. I even wondered what it would feel like to have a cock up mytight ass. After I came, I would be full of shame for my thoughts. Iwould 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 braveenough to try it.I finished my shower. I put on my second favorite outfit. I fixed my hairand put on my Giorgio cologne. I studied my face in the mirror. I wishedI 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'llappreciate this story in the months to come.Remember, you can always e-mail me or IM me with you thoughts.Justin69SKaol.com is my addy. If you're so inclined, check out my website, www.http://justinscorner.homestead.com Drop me a line.My special thanks goes out to Ed for all his work, especially while Joeyhas been laid up.