** This story is a true story, telling of people and events that have taken place in the last three to four years. I have the consent of the others who are involved to use them, but no last names will be used for privacy reasons. This story will focus around two people as they stumble upon each during high school and find themselves falling for one another. They are able to survive the trials, tribulations, and difficulties that are thrown at them and from each other until everything comes to an abrupt end...All rights to this story are mine (lol well it is based on MY experiences) so no copying or publishing without my consent!**
Finding Andrew
Chapter 18 - 19th Birthday and Meeting Tim
I woke up to my mom singing Happy Birthday...something that never gets old! A good laugh to start off the day as she headed for work. It was around 7 so I figured I would wake up for some Saturday morning cartoons. After getting a rare fill of Spiderman and Sonic (what can I say, I'm still a kid at heart!) and a bowl of Lucky Charms, I was ready to start my day. Around two in the afternoon, my friend Sean picked me up. Him, Steve, and Lizzy hung out with me as we basically spent the majority of the day at the mall. Afterwards, the rest of the group met up at IHOP for dinner. A bunch of interesting conversations going on, but all in all everybody had a good time. I think it was a good use of the day since it got everybody together which had been a rarity since we'd graduated from high school. I was invited to go to a movie afterwards, but had to turn it down. There were a few other people that I was looking forward to hanging out with.
After I got back I made a phone call to both Andrew and Justin so I could pick them up. It really had been awhile since the three of us hung out as a group. We all went to see a movie (don't remember, but I know it was a comedy) and afterwards Justin was picked up by his mom. The night was still young at 9pm so Andrew had the idea of driving up to Denver and walking downtown. We had a lot of fun. Even though I ate earlier, we stepped into an Italian restaurant to eat. Our waiter looked at us a little funny (I'm sure it wasn't a sight he was used to seeing in a romantic setting), but I didn't really care. We ordered our food and ate mostly in silence. He was unusually quiet. I'm sure the doctor visit played some part in it, but looking in his eyes there was something else that I just couldn't figure out. On the way back home, he asked me to pull over in the rest stop. Something about having something really important to show me. I pulled over into an isolated area and cut the power.
"Sam. Sorry to be so quiet today."
"No problem little man. What's bothering you?"
"Your cancer. It has me scared." I could see the fearful look in his eyes as he stared out the windshield. I knew this topic would eventually come up.
"You don't have a reason to be scared. I hate to be blunt, but we all are going to die. All this tells me is that when that time comes, the odds are that cancer will be the culprit. I can't live in fear because of it...just look at us being gay. Should it be something we should be scared of? I paused to gauge his reaction as he just sat there with a blank face. "All I'm saying is you take what life throws at you and make the best of it. Just because I have it, doesn't mean I'm going to die tomorrow. I'll be fine and I'll take care of myself. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." With that last comment he gave me a smile and we just sat there for probably half an hour.
"There is one other thing, Sam." He said nervously.
"Yea?"
"I wanted to give you your present." He looked at me with a thoughtful look as he pulled a wrapped box out of his backpack. I opened and was very surprised at the contents. Hell, I could see why he was so nervous to give it to me.
"Wow, this wasn't something I was expecting. Umm, thanks."
"So you don't like it?" He asked quietly.
"Oh no. I definitely like it. I just...wasn't really expecting you to get a bottle of lube. I know that had to be a little embarrassing at the store." I knew that he was blushing even though it was pitch black outside. I knew him too well.
"Yea it was. Hopefully you'll make it worth it though." Now I was nervous. I knew what he was getting at and I can't say it wasn't something that didn't cross my mind. Honestly, we had never talked about that part of our sex life. Mostly we were content with blowjobs...I had thought of the current proposition a few times, but I wasn't sure how to deal with it. I knew that not all gay guys are too keen with the idea of anal sex. It hurts too much for some, it isn't as enjoyable for others. The only way to know is try it yourself.
"Do you really want this Andrew? I only will do this if you're ready..."
"Shut up Sam," he laughed. "I want you tonight. I want you to make me mine." He said in a lustful tone.
"Are you sure?" He reached over and squeezed my already hard member as I let out a soft moan.
"I want it as much as you do." He then unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock through the fly of my boxers and gave me the best blowjob I've ever had. As he deep throated my member, he managed to strip both of us of our clothes as he continued to pleasure me causing me to moan and squirm in my seat. After a few minutes I felt close which he must have known too (technically he should anyway since we've did that so much BUT that is another story) because he pulled off and pulled up for a kiss. It was weird tasting my own precum as he switched it into my mouth. He pulled back and had a grin on his face. "If you make this hurt, Sam I promise when I return the favor it will be much MUCH worse." That caused us both to laugh as he opened up the tube and handed it to me. "I trust you," he said with obvious discomfort in his voice as we moved into the backseat.
"Don't worry buddy. I'll make sure you're good and ready and take my time. If you need me to stop just tell me." I lubed up my fingers and his hole as I worked one finger into his tight hole. It felt like my finger was on fire with all of the heat around it. I moved it around until I found the spot and moved it back and forth. It caused Andrew to moan loudly and squirm. I worked in another finger and eventually a third as Andrew was thrashing about in pleasure. During this time I had myself lubed on pretty good so I was waiting on him anxiously.
"...Oh...oh...Sam do it now," Andrew said out of breath. I flipped him on his back and eased the tip of my cock to his newly stretched hole. I had him on his back for two reasons: to watch his face while this happened and also to make sure he wasn't in pain. I slowly slid it in as I saw him cringe his teeth.
"Want me to stop?"
"No, just hold on a sec." I waited for him to give me the go ahead and I slid it in inch by inch pausing to give him time to adjust to the pain. I see why everyone loved this so much. His ass felt like a tight hot glove. I tried, and I mean really tried to keep it slow, but it felt too good. I started to slam away as I pulled out leaving in only the head and slammed back in. We both were moaning in pleasure as I used my other hand to jack him off. He wasn't able to take much more as I could feel his ass clamp down on me as he began to moan and shoot rope after rope onto his chest and abs. I wasn't able to hold on much longer with the tight grip around my dick forcing me to shoot into him. We kissed and cleaned up as we put our clothes back on. He fell asleep on my lap as I drove back into town. He would complain a few days later that he was having a little trouble walking which caused me to laugh along with his brother and Justin since they knew the reason. It also was funny that when I dropped him off at home that night, he had a HUGE wet spot on the back of his jeans...hmm. Back to life though as things began to change.
The following Wednesday, I was off BUT got called in to pick up some supplies from the Broadmoor store. When I got there, Mike and Toby were talking about some store layout ideas. They of course dropped their conversation to let loose with some jokes. I of course laughed it off and just wanted to get the stuff so I could go back home. That didn't happen though. Andrew was with me and I introduced him to Mike and Toby as he just nodded in acknowledgment. Mike also took a moment to introduce me to some of his other staff members. Jason his assistant manager and the other was the main purpose of me putting this in here to begin with: Tim.
When our eyes met I was kind of caught off guard. I was surprised in the sense that his looks reminded me so much of Andrew. Strong firm jaw, similar eyes, a similar build (I would later find out that he lifted weights religiously). The only difference was the hair. His wasn't spiky. They honestly could have passed as brothers. We started talking and I found out that he was a junior in Palmer. Cool, I thought in the back of my head. Maybe he could become friends with me and Andrew. We started talking briefly, but I caught on quickly to Andrew's lack of interest in talking. I quickly told him we'd talk later (we work together so it was bound to happen anyway) so I could avoid as much anger from Andrew as possible. We got the shelves we came for and loaded them into my car. You knew I was going to hear about Tim on the way back.
"I don't like that guy."
"You don't even know him Andrew. I know what you're thinking and you don't have to worry about it. I'm not interested in him." That diffused it pretty quick.
"Ok...Well I do have to admit that he is pretty hot though. Maybe you should see if he'd be interested in a 3-way." He joked. We laughed and headed back to the store. After dropping the shelves off, we hung out at the mall.
The rest of November was uneventful. I did make an effort to get to know Tim better which Andrew despised. He was cool and we hit it off as friends instantly. When I couldn't hang out with Andrew or Justin, you usually could find me with him. Jake was another teen that worked at Mike's store. I got along with him as well, but there was a bond between Tim and myself. I could sense it and I also made sure to be very careful around him. Let me make myself clear though. I was fully committed to Andrew. I wasn't trying to stray from the nest so to speak. It's just that Tim kind of had that aura about him. He wasn't cocky or arrogant. He was a really shy person...I picked up on that right away. But there was just this thing about him. It made me nervous to be alone with him for awhile, but once I saw how he was (no evil intentions is what I'm getting at), I shut down the shields. Hmm, my manager got fired at the end of the month (great timing...right after Thanksgiving and just in time for the mad rush of Christmas shoppers). With things being in shambles at my store, I was actually asked to work at the Broadmoor store until things got in order. Jason and I switched and I can't say that I was complaining. Andrew was because he knew that I would really be around Tim a lot. There were lots of times that he would come to the store to "check" and see how I was doing. Of course, I was happy to see him, but not for that reason. I think I had a pretty good track record of being faithful (2 years for those keeping track). I'm not really the jealous type, but I could see why he was. I don't know how many times I reassured him that I wouldn't do anything.
Well a couple of nights before Christmas, I was working alone with Tim and his cousin (Joey) was there as well. Joey is the polar opposite of Tim personality wise. They were always at odds like brothers, but I know that they would be lost without each other. They both smoked (Tim just cigarettes and Joey a few more addictive drugs) and I never had a problem with that. I'd been around smokers all my life (hmm, maybe that should tell me something...) and have never smoked. I didn't mind just standing around and chatting with them when they did that. Well, Joey and Tim got into an argument as we were closing down and Tim kicked his cousin out. Joey hopped on his skateboard and took off to wherever he planned on going. After we got everything shut down, neither of us felt like going home so we turned on the PS2 and played DBZ: Budokai 2...man, or was it 3? Anyway, it's a fighting game that I sucked at and he was really good at. I kept my cool though since I really didn't mind the losing. He was becoming one of my best friends and I was just happy that he wanted to spend time with me...that sounded really weird. Understand that I do get attached to my friends though. So we were playing when the conversation started up.
"So Sam, why doesn't Andrew like me?" He asked still focused on the game.
"He's jealous for whatever reason."
"What does he have to be jealous of me about?" I knew the answer, but just dropped it. I couldn't think of a logical answer without spitting out the truth at that point in time.
"So Tim...why don't you date anybody?"
"No girls really interest me right now."
"Oh ok." We continued to play and talked about a few other random things until it got close to midnight. We played one last match and I came within a few hits of beating him. After losing I slumped to the ground mocking agony as I laughed away another loss. I playfully threw the controller at him which started a wrestling match. He was a little stronger than me, but I AM a wrestler. I quickly gained the upper hand before things got too far out of control. As I had him forcefully pinned down to the ground, I could see that his shirt had fallen over his face...I couldn't help but look and quickly felt guilty afterwards. He was very developed and I could see that his boxers were a little low. Before my mind could even process any dirty thoughts, I let him go and quickly turned around a little embarrassed. He grabbed me from behind to tackle me, but he sensed the energy had left my body. He let me go and proceeded to close down the store. I knew nothing had fully happened, but I felt bad that if I wouldn't have let him go that things could have gotten worse. I didn't get the sense that he was gay, but I also didn't get the sense he wasn't. This was a situation that I wasn't sure how to handle since it wasn't something I was really used to. I guess the shields would have to go back up. We chatted as I took him home (he didn't have a car yet). I was nervous, but did a good job of hiding it. We were both teenagers so being playful was something that always happened. After dropping him off, I went straight to bed. I needed some time to sort some things out.
Christmas was fun. I got Andrew some games along with a shirt he had been hinting at for the last few months. I also got Justin a few things as well. I always tried to take care of my best friends. I did notice something though. The last few days of the month, Andrew had been acting very different. He was a shell of his former self. I didn't know why and neither did his brother. We tried to get him out of it, but it seemed like a lot of times we weren't even there. My first though was that he was getting suicidal, but that wouldn't be the case. On the 3rd of January, I went over to his house after work. We were in the middle of getting ready for inventory so instead of getting off at 9:30, it was more like 11. I snuck in his window as he had his window open watching TV. It was odd since it was really cold (around 20 degrees...below freezing for you that keep track in Celsius) and he was sitting on top of his bed with just boxers on. I closed the window after getting in his room and he seemed lifeless. I pulled back the sheets and forced to get under as I did as well.
"Andrew you have to talk to me. What is up with you? You haven't been yourself lately."
"Sam, there is something I need to know." He said looking up into my eyes as he rested his head on my chest.
"What?"
"Would you ever leave me?"
"Of course I wouldn't. I love you." Neither of us used the l-word much, but we knew that the other felt the same way so we didn't need to say it.
"What if I died?" That question caught me off guard.
"What the hell? What kind of question is that?"
"I just need to know, Sam."
"What do you mean?"
"If I died, would you move on to another guy...like Tim?" He was very worried about him obviously.
"Andrew...Tim is just a good friend and you know that. Yea, I admit that he is good-looking, but so are Mario and Justin. I am lucky because I have you. The perfect boyfriend, the best looking guy in the world, and you are all that I will ever want and need. I could never see myself with anyone else ever." That had caused both of us to cry.
"I need you to promise me something."
"Anything..."
"Promise me that if I die, you'll never date another guy."
"I promise, Andrew." We sealed it with a kiss which led to much more for that night. We made sure to keep quiet to not wake his parents as we repeated the backseat events from my last birthday. As we laid together I felt a very strange presence. Suddenly his demeanor changed, his body became very cold, and he went back into his quiet mode. It was like I wasn't even there. I didn't understand it. Was he mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Was it people at school? I cried as I drove home that night. Little did I know what I would be in store for the next day. My world was about to be changed...
Sorry for the extremely late update guys and gals. No excuses, and I will assure you that work on the next chapter is going good. It was supposed to be a short chapter, but I decided to combine it just like I have done with the last two updates. Gives you more to read. Well, this next chapter will signal the end of Part 2 of the series. Today is the first day, I've really had a chance to check my email and I don't think I'll be able to catch back up this time. 172 regarding the story!!! I'll try to come up with a plan, but I'm not really sure that I'll be able to get back replies to everyone. I'm not even sure where I left off with some of the people I have been chatting with since Justin (cough cough) didn't unmark the ones he printed out (sighs) :(
Also, I want to thank him for helping me out the last few weeks (both physically and mentally). Won't have a better friend in the world. For those of you that don't know, I went to see Brokeback Mountain (1st time) alone. I got into an argument with a few gay-bashers during the movie and was jumped afterwards. I'm fine now and am happy to be back on my feet. Just a few bumps and bruises so nothing to worry too much about. Thankfully, the rest of my "health" is in good shape. Cancer is under control at the moment and I have my right arm free again (that will be explained later).
I know I have more to say, but my mind is pulling a blank right now...well I guess I should say this. This next chapter is one that I would prefer no responses to. I have enough emails to answer as it is, and I don't want to have to answer any about this one at all. Thanks for the recovery/best wishes from you guys and I'll be working away at the next chapter. 80 percent done and I'll get it out as soon as I'm finished. 18 down, 12 to go!
Chapter 19: January 4th, 2005 and the Aftermath