All usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction and should be read as such. No resemblance to anyone living or dead is intended or implied. If reading about consensual sex between teenaged boys is not legal where you are, please do not read any further. Likewise, if you are not of age to read this material, please do not do so.
I wish to thank all who have taken the time to drop me a message after posting 'The Note'. I appreciate all the feedback and now am pleased to bring you the next installment. There were many requests for it. Enjoy, Jay
Andy awoke from a fitful sleep early in the morning. For an instant he was sure that he had only dreamed about sucking Austin's dick, but he quickly breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted the jacket draped over the foot of his bed. When he finally made it home last night, he had stayed awake for hours with the jacket spread across his naked body while he lay on his bed. He finally nodded off somewhere around 4am, his mind cluttered as he tried to recall every detail of having sex with Austin; from the smell of Austin's crotch, to the smooth feel of his ass and the taste of his cum. Andy rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He shifted out of bed and absentmindedly squeezed his erection, enjoying the feel of it as he strained to hold his bladder.
After taking his morning shower, Andy quickly dressed and gauged the time. It was only 8:30, over six hours before he could go to Austin's house.
He knew the time would pass slowly. Andy walked into the garage and only then realized that he had left his bicycle at Patsy's diner. Just then his mother called for him to answer the telephone.
"Hello," Andy said.
"What's up," asked Cory.
"Not much. What's up with you?"
"Nothing. Where'd you go so fast last night?"
"I just had something to do," Andy said.
Cory was not convinced by Andy's reply but did not pursue the matter, instead he reminded Andy that he had left his bicycle at Patsy's and Cory had it at his house.
"Thanks, Cor. Can I come over now and get it?"
"Yeah sure."
"I'll be over. See ya."
Andy started the ten minute walk to Cory's house. He felt alive and more aware, sensitive even, to his environment. It was a feeling that everything in the world was somehow connected. Everything seemed to click and fall into place. He noticed things for the first time and his surroundings seemed almost surreal. The sunlight was brighter and more crisp than he had ever remembered. People and animals seemed more animated than usual. Andy spoke to neighbors he never knew existed, making witty remarks to them as he strolled by, his head and shoulders erect and aware, his entire being feeling weightless, like he was walking on air. Andy was oblivious to how obviously in love he was, and his bliss was easily recognizable to his neighbors and just that.
Cory was sitting on the front porch waiting for Andy. "What are you so happy about?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing."
"You coulda fooled me. You're grinning from ear to ear."
Andy just looked down at his shoe. The left one was untied and he bent over to tie it.
"Andy, where'd you go last night? I mean, first you were all cool at the game. Then at Patsy's you looked like your mom had just caught you jackin' off, and now you're walkin' around all happy as shit. So what's up?"
"Let's just say I'm feeling good and lovin' life," Andy said.
"Yeah. Well, looks more like 'In love' to me."
Andy glanced up from fiddling with his shoe to see if Cory was serious, but Cory was not even looking at him. Cory stood and together the two boys walked behind Cory's house.
"You want something to drink," Cory asked.
"Yeah. Can I have a coke?"
"I'll be right back."
Andy sat in the white plastic patio chair and checked his watch. Only 9:15. "God this day is goin' by slow," he thought to himself. Andy scooted his butt down further in the chair and relaxed his head on the back of it. He looked at the cloudless sky, seeing the tops of green trees frame a patch of blue. Several birds flew across the scene and strangely Andy felt akin to them and their obvious freedom. Slowly he shut his eyes and thought of how, just hours ago, he was looking up just as he was then, except he was looking at two plump testicles dangling from a massive penis. In his mind's eye he recalled the texture and taste of Austin's cock. He remembered how menacing it looked as it was being driven into his throat. Andy giggled at having choked and almost vomiting when Austin plunged into him for the first time. Yet he also remembered how soft and supple the skin was that shrouded the blood engorged staff. Andy had never felt so relaxed and he stretched his legs in front of him, spreading them wide.
"Dude, what are you all boned up about? Thinking about them big Cheryl titties?" Cory asked.
Andy opened his eyes to see Cory set two cans of soda on the patio table. He followed Cory's eyes to his crotch and saw the bulge straining against his jeans. When Andy had slid down in the chair, the jeans tightened and presented a clear outline of Andy's erection.
"Just horny I guess," Andy said.
"Yeah? Well, be careful. I don't want you poking my eye out with that thing."
Andy laughed at the joke as he took a sip of his soda. "If YOU ain't careful, I'm liable to poke your ass with it," Andy teased.
"You wish," Cory said.
"Shit. You'd fall in love, and I'd fall asleep," said Andy.
"Yeah whatever, Loverboy."
Changing the subject, Cory brought up the previous night's football game. "Did you see that one touchdown when, what's his name ... oh, I forget, but you know that one black kid they got on the line? He crushed that pussy quarterback and like ripped the ball outta his hands."
"Yeah, I saw it. You're talking about Lorenzo. I hear he'll be varsity next year and the scouts from State are already looking at him," Andy said. He knew exactly who Cory was talking about and Andy's dick twitched. He just realized that Lorenzo had caught his eye before and he wondered if a black dick would taste any different. The thought of finding out excited him.
"I don't know, Man. He ain't that good," Cory said.
"Well, I'm sure they are begging for your input," Andy said with a touch of sarcasm.
"Fuck you, and fuck you," Cory said.
"You'd enjoy it too much," Andy shot back. He held the can just below his lips as he searched Cory's face. When he saw Cory's brow raise at his last comment, Andy decided that he would tone down the double meaning sex talk. He was not sure of what had come over him, but it seemed that he was now looking at every boy in his life as a potential sex partner. Sure he had thought of having sex with Cory, but it was always just that, a thought. Now though, Andy felt an overwhelming urge to crawl to Cory on his knees and lick Cory from his feet to his ears. "I'll never risk that," Andy thought as he finished the soda, crushing the empty can and belching out the fizz. Cory thought he was being challenged and sat up straight, pulling a long reverberating belch of his own deep from within his gut. Both boys broke into and helpless fit of laughter at their own childishness.
Andy meandered through the neighborhood streets, subconsciously making his way toward Austin's house on Lofton Dr. It was only 2:10 and he could not control his nerves. The mere thought of seeing Austin, let alone having sex with him again, was exciting. Andy began pedaling faster, his mind keeping pace with his feet. The faster he worked the pedals, the faster he replayed last night's scene. The game; the diner; Austin breathing into Andy's face at the table; his ass in the tight 501s as he walked out of the restaurant; the long journey to the tracks; the face fucking he received; Austin winking at him when he gave Andy the jacket. He had forgotten about that until now and a single emotional tear dropped from Andy's eyes as his entire body tingled with an over flowing new found love for Austin. Never before had he felt so elated and to ask him to describe it would be futile. Andy could not possibly put what he was feeling into words. He simply knew his entire being, indeed his entire existence was made of Austin.
Andy finally rode into Austin's driveway at 2:59. He had ridden by the house no less than eight or nine times within the last half hour. The note said 3 o'clock and Andy was determined to wait. Nervously he approached the front door and rang the doorbell. He saw his hand shaking as he reached for it. After several long minutes the heavy inside door opened and Andy peered through the glass door at the soaking wet girl wrapped in a towel. "Hi. Can I help you?" she asked.
Andy stuttered but managed to ask if Austin was home. "Yeah, sure. He's in the shower. You want to come inside and wait. We'll be done in a few minutes."
The girl continued to talk, but Andy could not comprehend what it was she was saying. A burst of fire started within him and surfaced on his skin as he pictured Austin and the girl together. "I... I'll just come back," Andy said. He had turned around before saying it so she would not see the tears he was fighting. Quickly Andy grabbed his bike and fled, tormented by his stupidity at having left his emotions so vulnerable. He felt used and worthless. "Never again," he thought, "Never again."
Andy could not bring himself to go home. For some reason to do so would seem final. He rode around the same block for hours and did not even notice the sun fade. Instead he agonized and thought about every minute detail of his encounter with Austin. He analyzed it, trying to decide exactly what he, Andy, did to deserve such gut-wrenching heartbreak. Unable to find a reason, he let his bicycle coast to a stop and fell off of it onto the sidewalk, burying his head in his folded arms and cried. He cried because of Austin's cruelty. He cried over his own vulnerability and especially over the love he had lost; a love he was only permitted to briefly experience.
Andy did not know how long he had lain on the sidewalk, but when he looked up after hearing his name, it was completely dark. He must have fallen asleep too because his mind was groggy and he shook his head awake. As he sat up, he saw Austin standing above him. Andy Quickly looked away and busied himself with picking grass off his shirt. "Do you know how long I've been looking for you," Austin asked.
"Don't know. Don't care," Andy said, standing and straddling his bicycle. He would have ridden off had Austin not grabbed the back wheel. Andy stepped down to keep his balance and looked at Austin with piercing eyes. "Let go Asshole!" he said. He had totally abandoned all fear of Austin, his anger taking control of him.
"Why am I an asshole?" Austin asked.
"Because you are!" Andy screamed. Austin put his hand over Andy's mouth to quiet him.
"Shhhh. You want the entire fucking neighborhood to hear you?" Austin asked.
"I don't care if the whole fucking world hears me. And I don't care if the whole fucking world knows you're an asshole either."
"Lower your voice, Dude. Get in the car."
"Fuck you, Austin."
"Andy, I'm telling you right now that if you don't lower your voice..."
"What? You gonna beat the shit outta me?"
"No, and quit bringing that up. Why do you keep thinking I'm gonna beat your ass?"
"I don't know, Austin. Why do you do anything?"
"Now what is THAT supposed to mean?"
"Oh, I don't know," Andy said. "How about this for starters. You stick your fucking dick down my throat, then tell me to come over the next day, that nobody's gonna be there and when I get there, some girl answers the door telling me you're in the shower with her."
"Andy, you ain't making any sense."
"Just forget it," Andy said. He felt beaten, drained of all energy.
"No. I won't just forget it. Look, when Lisa came back into the bathroom and told me some cute kid came to the door and asked for me and then took off like a bat out of hell.... well, that's when I remembered that you were coming over."
"And that is supposed to make me feel better? Boy, I musta left some impression on you last night."
"That is not what this is about," Austin said sternly. "You act like you're my fucking boyfriend or something."
Austin could have easily just stabbed Andy through his heart, for he was sure the pain would be no less than what he felt when he heard those words come out of Austin's mouth.
"That's it isn't it? You're in love with me aren't you?" Austin asked.
"Go fuck yourself, Austin."
"Andy, calm down. I'm not making fun of you. Are you in love with me?"
Andy weakened, his whole body felt limp. Gone was the weightlessness he had felt earlier in the day. Now he felt heavy, unable to walk even. He said simply, "What do you think?"
"I had no idea. I mean, Andy, we're both guys here. You don't fall in love with other guys."
"Says you."
"Yeah, says me. I mean it just don't happen."
"Well, guess what? It happened."
"Look Andy, you know, I'll let you suck my dick whenever you want, but we ain't boyfriends ... no way."
"Gee thanks. That's why you're an asshole."
"Quit calling me an asshole. I'm just telling you like it is. I have a girlfriend, I think you met her already, Lisa." It was Austin's turn to become agitated. "And I don't think she would take too easily to sharing me with you. Besides, boys don't have boyfriends."
"So you're telling me I should feel lucky that you let me suck your dick once in a while," Andy asked.
"Well, judging from last night you sure felt lucky," Austin said. No sooner had he said it he wished he could take it back. "I'm sorry, Andy."
"It's OK. I gotta get goin."
"Let me drive you home, OK?" Austin offered. "Please?"
The boys loaded Andy's bicycle into Austin's trunk. The older boy tried to make small talk but Andy felt in no mood to talk. He stared out the window of the car, wondering how he could go from such total happiness to such degradation. Austin took hold of Andy's wrist and placed it on his crotch. Andy gave it a cursory squeeze and withdrew his hand. He could not bring himself to pleasure the boy who had ripped his heart out, yet he still felt an overwhelming urge to do just that. Luckily they pulled into Andy's driveway, making his decision for him.
That night as Andy curled under his sheet with Austin's jacket, he did not cry. He had no tears left.