April 10, 2001
Andrew's Story
Chapter 4 ------------
Written By: Justin Case Edited By: Ed
Disclaimer: This story contains sexual content and should be viewed by people of legal age only. You found this story posted on a gay site, so rest assured it contains gay people. If you find this material offensive, you need to decide what you want to do. This story is fiction and created by the author, any similarities to real people, places, and things is a coincidence. Copyright2001-JC-
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Sarah's house was all lit up when I got there. I knocked on the door and Jim answered, his smile as big as it gets. He reached for my hand to shake it as he led me into the kitchen.
The kitchen had been the last room to be re-done; it was huge and had all the modern conveniences. Overhead in the center of the massive room was a rack that was suspended over an island; hung on the rack were assorted pots and pans. The island had a deep sink with a fountain type faucet. The top of the island and the counters were pink granite, highly polished. The cabinets were solid oak, with a light stain and gloss finish. The floor was done in a white tile, imported from Italy; the grout was pink to match the counters. The walls were also done in a tile, a solid black tile. The appliances were all black as well; the Sub-Zero refrigerator was about the size of my house's bathroom.
On the island were assorted platters of cold cuts, rolls, and salads. The counter near the main sink below the window that looked out to the pasture had bottles of soda, punch, and water. On the other side of the huge double bowl, black porcelain sink were three hot chafing dishes that had meatballs, chicken wings, and pasta with sauce.
Adjacent to the kitchen was the Johnson dining room. Another creation of Jim's, it had raised panel walls of maple, also stained in the same shade as the cabinets from the kitchen. The silver-gray carpet was thick and plush. The elongated oval shaped, solid maple table was sized for twelve and the chairs were upholstered to match the carpet and kitchen. The fabric on the seats of the chairs was done in a gray, pink, and black plaid. On the table were large stainless steel bowls filled with chips, pretzels, corn chips, and the like, also an assortment of dips and candies. Over the center of the table, not the room, was a crystal chandelier, lit to show off its brilliance.
The aroma of food and the sounds of laughter floated through the air. I had never seen anything like this in Florida; it was spectacular to say the least. I had never really seen a house as old as the Maple Wood Farm home in Florida either; the oldest house I ever saw where I was from was about twenty years old. I was happy to be there, I was happier to be part of the household because I worked there. I just hoped I could make some friends and become popular.
As Jim was showing me the food and extending his greetings, Sarah bounced in from the family room that was down the hallway from the kitchen. She was wearing a baby blue top that accentuated her blue eyes. Her soft blonde, highlighted hair was pulled back and worn on top of her head, except for the bangs that were on her forehead. She had a light appearance of make up on her cheeks with the slightest shade of pink. Her thin lips were red with lipstick. She had on a pair of white slacks that fit her just right. I had never seen her looking so much like a girl. Usually, she dressed casually and was just one of the `guys'.
"Andrew," she gushed.
"Hey, Sarah," I shyly muttered.
"Dad, did you get him a plate? Andrew, did you eat yet?"
"No, I just got here."
"Gee, Sarah, give the boy a chance to get in the door. Andrew, help yourself; the plates are right here with the silverware and you can find whatever you want to eat or drink, please use the plastic cups next to the soda," Jim said, as he motioned his hand toward the bottles of drinks on the counter.
"Andrew, Crystal is here. I forgot to tell you in class today. Lisa invited her," Sarah expressed with some concern in her voice.
I didn't know what to think. I mean I had asked Crystal out, that's what guys do. I just didn't know what to do after that. I called her sporadically, but I did call. It's not like I had a car and could actually take her anywhere. I didn't want to be different, all my teammates had girlfriends and were `going out', so I asked Crystal out. I felt kind of bad about it, but I had confessed my feelings to Sarah and that kind of absolved me of my guilt.
"Well, I guess I should go see her, huh?"
"Tad and Mikey are here too. They came alone, well, with each other," she laughed.
"I'm supposed to sleep over Tad's. Remember?" I felt my face flush.
"Mmhmm," she smiled and her teeth looked exceptionally white against the red lipstick. Her blue eyes sparkled as they met mine.
"What do you think I should do about Crystal?"
"Crystalize her," Sarah laughed harder now, her whole body shook and she slugged me in the arm.
"What do you mean?" I hadn't a clue to what she meant.
"Tell her she's toast. I never liked her anyway." Her face lit up with that devilish look she gets sometimes.
"Yeah, maybe I'll call her tomorrow and break up with her."
"Wow, you're brave. The phone is the easy way out. It is probably better than doing it here," she conceded.
I had finished my plate of food and Sarah took me to the family room. All the kids were sitting around on the floor or furniture, well, not `all' but a lot of the ones I knew. I immediately saw Mike; he was in the corner sitting alone on the floor. His charcoal eyes darted in my direction, and as soon as I looked he turned away. I counted sixteen heads, not counting Sarah and me. A couple were sitting together in the large recliner that sat kitty-cornered facing the big screen television. The overstuffed couch had six kids crammed on it, a coffee table was in front of them and it had another assortment of candy dishes and chips with dip. On the floor in front of the coffee table and facing the couch were a few more talking with each other. On one wall of the room was a fireplace with a hearth-like bench that had some more kids sitting in front of the fire, they were trying to watch the television, which had even more sitting in front of it on the floor. Another chair with an ottoman had been placed against the wall, next to the fireplace, Tad sat in the chair and Crystal was on the hassock.
I looked at Crystal; she turned her face toward Sarah and me. She had long brown hair that dropped over her shoulders. I hated the sweater she was wearing, it was burnt orange and it didn't look good on her at all. She had on a pair of flared slacks, which I positively detest. For the first time I noticed how plain and nondescript Crystal looked. I wondered how I could have ever asked her out.
"Hey, Crystal," I greeted her anyway, I could tell by the look she gave me she wasn't happy.
"Andrew. How have you been? Long time no hear from," her voice quavered, as she directed her attention to me.
"Yeah, I've been so busy with weight lifting and working for Sarah's dad, I haven't even been able to do all my homework. Shit, I got a C in English," I politely made excuses.
"It's okay. Really, I don't mind. It gives me more time to do other things anyways." She dissed me right there in front of everyone.
I could feel Sarah's foot tap mine, I looked her in the eyes, she nodded at me. I knew what she wanted me to do. I wanted to, but couldn't, so I just winked at her. Sarah nodded a slight nod at me again. I mouthed the word NO and shook my head, Sarah laughed quietly. I felt her nudge my behind in Crystal's direction. I started to smile too; I felt so embarrassed. I thought to myself, `You wait, girl, I'm gonna get you back for this'.
"I hope I'm not interrupting you and Sarah's private conversation over there," Crystal glared at me, as she spit the words out.
That was it, she had crossed the line. I was trying to be nice, but fuck her. I could feel the anger growing inside me, from the pit of my stomach to the tips of my hair. I clenched both my fists, as I held my hands by my sides. I could feel the muscles in both my legs tense up. Even my jaw locked and my cheeks felt like stone.
"Listen, Crystal, I don't know what your problem is, but this is Sarah's house and her party. If you think it's rude of me to talk with her, you got a problem, girl, I don't need a problem. Do you have a Band-Aid? Cause you're cut." I spat those words out through my teeth, as I squinted my brown eyes at that bitch.
"Whoa, dude." Mikey's voice could be heard over the television, all the other kids' voices stopped dead.
Crystal quickly got up from her perch in front of Tad. Tad's face dropped and he looked totally uncomfortable. Crystal brushed past me as she headed for the bathroom, she wasn't crying yet, but I knew she soon would be. I didn't give a shit either. I didn't see her the rest of the night. I guessed she left.
"Hey, any of you guys wanna play truth or dare?" Sarah immediately spouted out as if nothing had happened.
"Yeah, I love to play truth or dare." Mikey jumped up from the floor as he said it.
Everyone went back to whatever they were talking about before the break-up. A few of us went into the dining room and played truth or dare. It was fun; I really enjoyed myself, especially when I had to kiss Mikey's foot on one of the dares. The rest of the party was pretty uneventful, no more lover quarrels. We played truth or dare for about an hour, then we all went outside and played some dark tag.
Mikey and I paired off while we hid. I couldn't explain it; I felt some kind of a connection with him. We were lying on the ground next to the shed, side by side. The ground was cold, but I didn't mind.
"Hey, Andrew, you coming to the porno party over Tad's after?' I heard him whisper.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, Tad has a fuck movie. You ever see a fuck movie?"
"Yeah, all the time in Florida," I lied.
"You like `em?"
"Unhuh."
"Cool," Mikey said, as he patted me on the shoulder.
I could hardly contain myself; my prick sprang to attention while I lay on the ground next to him in the moonlit sky. I hoped we didn't get found until my dick went down. I could hear someone coming near us, I remained as still as I could. I felt Mikey's leg rub against mine. I didn't know if he meant it, but I sure did like it.
We finished up the game of dark tag and everyone went back into the house. We all had some hot chocolate that Mrs. Johnson had made while we were outside. Mikey stayed near me the rest of the party, until it was time to leave. Some of the kids started to straggle out and go home. I said good night to Jim and Sarah, before I left. Jim had heard about the break-up. He told me there were plenty more fish in the sea and not to let it get me down. I had already forgot her.
I left with Tad and Mikey; Tad's father drove us to his house. I wondered how we were going to have a porno party if his father was home. Mikey had said it so matter of factly, I figured they had had these porno parties before. I wondered if they were anything like the get togethers Matty and I had in Florida while we looked at the dirty magazines.
When we got to Tad's I found out that he had his own bedroom and like mine it was in the basement. I had to get used to these houses up North; we didn't even have basements in Florida. The houses down there were built on slabs. Tad's bedroom was really cool. He had a console television and a great rack system. He had these black lights and posters that were way awesome. His bed was a double bed and against the back wall of the room. He even had a little refrigerator mounted into one of the walls and his own bathroom. We had no reason to go upstairs; everything we needed was right in his room.
On one side of the room were a sofa, a chair, and a book table, they faced the television. It was kind of like a small living room on one side of the large finished room in the cellar, with a bedroom on the other side. The bathroom was through the laundry room in another section of the finished area. The floor was carpeted with a thin carpet, nothing special.
"Andrew, you wanna watch a dirty movie?" Tad asked excitedly.
"I already told him," Mikey beamed, all proud.
"It's all good," I said.
Tad walked into the laundry room and reached behind the washing machine and came up with a couple of videotapes. He brought them into the room with the television with the VCR on top of it. He pushed a tape into the machine and turned on the TV. Then he took up a seat on the chair.
Mikey and I sat on the couch. It was a worn out couch 'cause I sank into it as I sat. I was totally engrossed in the movie. I loved seeing the young guy's hard dick as the chick sucked and stroked it. I could feel my cock bulging in my pants. I was glad the only lights were black lights.
"Andrew, did you ever smoke?" Tad asked.
"Cigarettes?"
"No, pot," Tad continued the conversation.
"A couple of times in Florida," I admitted, I hadn't told anyone up here before that.
"Cool. You wanna smoke a blunt?"
"You got a blunt, dude?" Mikey asked.
"Yeppur, dude, I got a big bat."
"Spark it up, boy. What you waiting on?" Mikey said, as he jumped up off the couch.
Tad got up from the chair and started heading for the laundry room. Mikey was right behind him; almost on top of him, it was like he couldn't get there fast enough. I was glad; they wouldn't see my bone as I followed them into the other room. We ended up in Tad's bathroom, the door shut and the exhaust fan turned on as we sparked up the blunt.
"Take easy hits, this stuff is killer," Tad explained, as an expert would.
We smoked the blunt until it was half gone, I don't know about them, but I was fucking high. The small room was full of smoke; I love the smell of pot. It wasn't harsh like the last stuff I had smoked with Matty in Florida. I was surprised; I didn't hack or cough once, as I took my hits and held them as long as I could. I felt totally relaxed.
"Let's go watch the flick, the best part is coming up," Tad told us, as he clipped the end of the rolled cigar.
We walked back into the other room, Mikey shut the bathroom door behind us so the smoke would stay in the bathroom and be sucked out by the fan. I followed Tad, and Mikey was right behind me. I was feeling no pain, as they say.
Mikey took up his seat next to me on the dilapidated sofa, as Tad became totally involved with the movie again in the chair. I was feeling a little lightheaded from the pot, I imagined we had smoked half a nickel. My dick was raging hard inside my pants. I noticed Mikey had a hard cock too. He looked at me while I was checking him out, he just smiled.
"Man, I'm cold. Do you have a blanket?" Mikey asked Tad.
"Yeah, on the end of my bed, go ahead and grab it. Shit, Andrew, there's another one in the closet near the end of the stairs if you need one."
"I'm straight," I told him.
"Well, I'm not," Mikey said, as he stood up and looked me right in the eye and winked.
He grabbed the blanket and got the one out of the closet that Tad said I could have and sat back down next to me. He spread the blanket over his lap and then over mine so it covered both our laps. I thought it was awfully nice of him. I began watching the movie again. My cock was rock hard and felt confined in my pants. All of a sudden I felt Mikey's hand on my left thigh. He looked me in the eyes; he looked like he was seeking permission. I nodded and moved my hand to his right thigh.
I felt him as he pushed further back into the couch. His hand found its way to my boner and began to rub it gently through my pants. I could feel it twitch to his light strokes. I moved my hand to his cock and squeezed at it under the blanket through his clothes.
He moved his hand to my belt buckle and carefully undid my belt and button to my pants. I felt his hand as he delicately unzipped my trousers and then he slipped it softly into my boxers. I could feel his little fingers as they wrapped themselves around my raging dick.
I ran my hand up to his smooth warm belly under his shirt; I could feel him as he sucked his gut in to allow me access into his pants. I slid my hand down and began rubbing the head of his hard dick. I felt the wet tip with my fingers. I kept my eyes on the movie so as not to draw Tad's attention to what we were doing under the blanket. The excitement I felt was beyond belief. I wished Mikey and I were alone in the room, but having Tad sitting right next to us in the chair added to the pleasure I was feeling, not to mention the heightened sensations caused by the pot.
Tad started to shift around in the chair. I quickly took my hand out of Mikey's pants. Tad got up out of the chair, I could tell he had a boner too. He walked toward the laundry room.
"I got to take a shit, you guys go ahead and watch the movie," he called over his shoulder as he closed the laundry room door behind him.
"Andrew, you can't ever tell anyone about this," Mikey whispered as he pulled the blanket away from me.
"Don't worry, I won't, but don't you either."
"Can I put my mouth on it?" He looked me right in the eye as he asked and placed his hand on my hard cock.
I straightened my legs out and slid my pants and boxers down so he'd have better access. My hard cock lay against my body, the head just below my belly button. He bent over and wrapped his mouth around me and pushed his head all the way down onto me. I couldn't believe the feelings of his hot wet mouth sucking my dick. It was intense.
"Can we do it again after he goes to sleep?" Mikey took his mouth off me and asked.
"Only if you let me do it to you," I whispered to him. I bent over and took his uncircumcised cock into my mouth. I had never sucked a dick before and I had never been sucked before. After watching that movie I knew just what to do. I pulled the foreskin back as I sucked it.
"Don't pull it so tight," he whispered to me.
I heard the toilet flush; I pulled my head off his cock. I looked into those beautiful charcoal eyes and pulled his face toward mine. I kissed him right on the mouth. It felt like my whole body was vibrating as I kissed him; I had never felt these feelings before. I could hear both our breathing get deeper and stronger as we embraced each other.
"Whoa, dude. That was fucking great. We better slow down, he's coming," Mike whispered as he pulled away.
"I hope he hurries up and goes to bed," I confessed.
I quickly pulled my pants back up and Mikey threw the blanket back over our laps. We left our pants undone and continued to explore each other. Tad came back into the room and we stopped briefly until he sat back in the chair and got back into the movie. Then Mikey and I slowly began to stroke each other under the covers again.
I liked playing with his dick and the extra skin he had on it. I would pull the skin down his shaft and expose the head of his pecker. I had gotten real brave and moved my right hand over to his lap and massaged his balls while I slowly stroked his cock. His balls were about the size of marbles, just like mine. He had a huge sac though; it was hairless like mine too. He had a nicer bush than I did, it was fuller. My pubes only grew on either side of my dick.
I kept thinking about how it had felt when he sucked me. I wanted him to do it again. I was picturing him doing that while he slowly jerked me off under the blanket. I could feel the muscles in my legs tense up and my hips slightly pump to meet his slow thrusts. His hot dick began to throb in my left hand and his bag tightened up. I could feel his pre-cum on the head of his dick as it oozed out of the small hole that I had just had my mouth on a few moments before.
I wanted to come. I felt that familiar feeling as the juice started to travel from my balls up my cock. I felt Mikey's hand gripping me harder and jerking me faster. I took in a deep breath as I released my wad of jiz; it felt like my balls came out of the head of my dick. It was the best climax I had ever had.
His cock began to pulsate in my hand. I pushed my left hand harder into his balls. I grabbed his dick harder like he had done to mine. I jerked him as fast as I could without making it obvious. I felt his ass rise up off the couch, pushing his cock into my hand. I could feel his dick throb with each shot of come that spewed out the head. His dick got so hard that the extra skin had just about vanished.
We just sat there quietly after we came, still lightly playing with each other under the blankets. I don't even know what the movie was showing; I was too involved with Mikey to care.
I couldn't wait until Tad decided it was time for bed. I wanted more action with Mikey. I wanted to taste his juices. I wanted to get naked and feel his body next to mine. I thought about what we would do after Tad went to sleep. I had finally had sex, for the first time and I didn't care if it was with another boy. It was fucking great.
Well, there you go. I hope you liked it as much as I did. Man, it was steamy, wasn't it? Until the next time, my good friends, I assure you there is more to come.
I'd like to thank Ed for his editing.
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