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Andrew, Chapters 6- 8
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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CHAPTER 6
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It was 8:00 A.M. when Andrew woke. Damn early for me on a weekend. He was good
at remembering his dreams, for Andrew went to the phone in his room and called
233-3170. I disconnected from him. I wanted everything to be as natural as
possible.
I answered the phone with a very sleepy, "Hello?".
"Hello?" A timid voice said on the other end.
"Hello," I said again. "May I help you?"
"Are you Charles?", came the reply. "May I ask you some questions?"
"Surely", I said.
"My name is Andrew," he began. " I got your number in my dreams. I need
to figure out why.
"Well," I said. "They say great minds think alike, so you must be like me."
"How old are you, Andrew?" I asked. "And, I am going to get personal here,
do you find yourself interested in your body.
"I am 13." Andrew said. "And yes, that's why I am calling. How did you know?"
"Because I was young like you once." I said. "Can we meet somewhere and talk
about your problem?"
"How about Chesterfield Mall?" Came the reply.
"Fine," I said. "Where in the mall, what time, and how will I know you?"
The response was so quick, I couldn't believe it. We agreed to meet at the
Food Court tables in front of the Chinese take-out place about 11:00 A.M.
"I think You have been in my dreams many times, I will find you." Andrew
said.
Smart kid, that was. I was hoping for such a response. I thought 11:00
would never get here The time from the call to eleven A.M. dragged on and
on.
I was at the mall by 10:30 A.M. I wanted to secure a seat close to the
Chinese take-out place so Andrew would have no trouble finding me. I made
a quick connection to ensure that he was going to be there. It turned out
that Andrew lived close by and he could ride his bicycle over. He had no
second thoughts about meeting me and he was right on time. I noticed Andrew
looking around, not sure in which direction to go. I did a slight
control of his mind and got him to look to his left. I would be sitting
at a table and I would be dressed in a blue shirt.
Andrew looked to his left and came over to my table. "Are you Charles?" He
said.
"Yes, and you must be Andrew?" I said. "Sit down and let's talk. What did
you say about getting my number from a dream? I don't understand."
"Every night for many nights," he began, "I have had a dream that I...I
...was walking in this building and you were in it. There was this long
hall way with funny room numbers on the rooms leading off the hall. There
were seven of them and the first number was a "2" and the last was a "0".
And you were in room "0", uhh....uhh.
I knew what he was hesitating about. He couldn't say the word naked out loud.
"Anyway," he continued, "you gave me a quarter for the phone and I dialed the
number for help that was placed on the phone. And then I woke up.
"I see. Can I ask you this? In your dream, did either of us have any clothes
on?" I asked. I had to set him at ease.
"No, we were naked." Andrew said. "I wasn't sure how to say it to you."
"That's ok Andrew," I said, "it's just us guys here, don't worry about it."
We must have talked for two hours about all the dreams and the and the episode
where he had the nocturnal emission (As if I didn't know all about it). He
didn't know why his front end was leaking and making a mess in his pajamas.
Oh, Andrew had a thousand questions and I had a thousand answers. We agreed
that Andrew needed a "back rub" to relax him and answer his questions.
"Tell you what, Andrew," I said, "how did you get up here?"
"My bicycle." Said Andrew.
"Ok...I'll follow you home in my car and meet you down the corner from your
house. Then we can take off to my house and I can give you that back rub
you need." I said.
The trip to my house was filled with small talk about what school he went to
and his friends and what they were like, etc, and also learned his last name.
It was Thomas. I had gone to school with a family by the name of Thomas..I
wonder if that was related to any of them. Could have been. I didn't let on
that I knew the name.
"Just a few more blocks to go, Andrew," I said. "We'll be home in a few more
minutes."
He seemed to be relaxed about the whole thing. Surely his Mother had told
him about getting in a car with strangers. I guess I was such a part of his
dreams, that he trusted me. Don't get me wrong. I CAN be trusted. I would
not do anything to Andrew or any little friend against his will. It has to
be a spontaneous and natural progression. And this was. Andrew wants to
know, and I am the teacher.
We arrived at my home and I got out some refreshments and chips to make Andrew
feel at home. I showed him around the house and all the technical equipment I
had for various projects. One item was a video camera. Andrew had never seen
himself on T.V. before, so I recorded him talking into the camera and played
it back to him. He was excited.
"Do you make tapes a lot," he asked, "or do you go out to the store and rent
them?"
"A little of both," I said. "If there is something on T.V. I want to see but
can't because I won't be here, I record it. Otherwise, I rent a video or two.
"I heard some boys at school talk about something called 'fuck tapes'," he
said. "What are they?"
Damn, I was getting a hard on already.
"That is an awful harsh name for such a beautiful act, Andrew. Fuck tapes,
as you say are films or tapes with two people acting out a scene with no
clothes on. Usually they get together and enjoy the heat of the moment.
Some have men and women, some have two men and some have two women. It's
fun to watch."
When I said that "they get together", I graphically put my hands together and
interlocked the fingers to express the scene.
"Do you have any of those?" he asked."
"Yes," I said.
I could hardly contain myself. "Can I watch some of them," Andrew asked.
"I thought you wanted a back rub," I said.
"That too. I've never seen one," He said. "PLEEEEESE"
"Which kind do you want?" I replied. "I have some of each."
"Ohhhh uh how about the two men one?"
This was too good to be true. I had nothing to do with Andrew's selection.
But he seemed to be comfortable with it. I selected one I received from out
of town. It didn't have much story, but it had a lot of action. I placed
the tape into my VCR and pushed "PLAY". Andrew sat back and relaxed in the
chair across from the T.V.
"Now Andrew," I said, "when this tape is playing, you and I are going to
experience a few changes in our body, it's only natural. Do you understand?"
"Like what?" he said.
"You are going to experience a swelling in your front end and you will want to
release the tension. We are both men here, so feel free to unbuckle your belt
and open your fly if it gets to be a bother. Ok?"
"Ok," was the reply.
The tape leader got through the play heads and the film began. A little
scenario was acted out on the screen and the actors began to get naked to
explore each other. I saw Andrew's eyes get wide. I also looked at the
front of his pants. There was a slight agitation there. Andrew was responding
to the story on the screen.
After a short while, Andrew unbuckled his belt and zipped down his fly, and
I heard him give a sigh of relief. I did the same. After the scene was over,
I asked him if he wanted the back rub now. Also I asked if he would mind if I
taped it. He was all for it. So I set up the camera in the bedroom and pre-
pared my bed.
I had to show a little control, so I asked Andrew to make a statement to the
effect that he was being taped at his own request...etc. I felt better having
this just in case anything went wrong.
"Ok, Andrew, sit up here and give me your shirt and t-shirt, shoes and sox.
Lie back and turn over on your stomach. Just relax." I said.
I pretended to be concerned for his privacy and put a big beach towel over his
lower body. I then asked it he would remove his pants. It was no trouble.
Andrew freely lowered them so I could take them off. He was there in my bed
with just his underpants on.
"Just hold tight," I said. "I going in the other room for some of the rubbing
creams."
I went into the bathroom and got some of the Ponds Hand cream and alcohol and
a rubber finger cot. I returned to the bedroom with all the material and set
the camera to "RECORD".
"First, Andrew," I said, I am going to put some alcohol on your back and rub it
in with my fingers like this." I demonstrated that. "Then I am going to spread
this cream all over your back and rub it in. Then I am going to do the same
to your legs. ok?"
"That's ok, Charles." Andrew said.
"Fine." I said.
I began to rub the alcohol and the cream into Andrew's back. Slowly inching my
way down to his butt area. When I got there, I said,
"Andrew, your underpants are hindering me. May I remove them if I keep the
towel in place?"
There was a slight hesitation. Andrew had never shown his butt to anyone hardly,
let alone a new friend, as I was. I am sure someone along the way had seen it,
like his father, mother and sister or younger brother.
"Your butt's going to be underneath the towel, so what the heck." I told him.
To preserve his confidence in me, I carefully removed his underpants, making
sure to keep the towel over his little hiney.
"In order to give you the proper back rub, Andrew," I said, "I must touch you
back here on your butt. Is that ok?"
"Ok," he said.
I put some more of the hand cream in my hands, put the finger cot on my little
finger, right hand, reached under the towel across his butt and began to rub
Andrew's hiney. Here I was, for real, actually touching it, rubbing it, and
holding it in my hands.
I rubbed it with great care. Bunching up the muscles and smoothing them out,
rubbing the cream all over and down into the crevasse. I was careful not to go
across Andrew's sensitive anus until just the right moment..........NOW. I
positioned my little finger for a small insertion and discreetly placed it about
1/4 in. into his rectum. Andrew rared up. When he did, it forced my little
finger about 1/4 in. further into his cute little hiney hole.
"Hey!" Andrew exclaimed.
"Oooops, sorry," I said, "I'm having a hard time working under this towel. I
need to remove that also. It would be a great help to me. ....You've never had
anything up in your little hole there, Andrew?"
"No I haven't." Andrew said. "It just tickled a little. I wasn't ready for
that. Go ahead and take the towel off. We've come this far."
I knew Andrew had lied about not having anything up his ass, but it didn't
matter. I went over to the camera and refocused the lens to just concentrate
on his butt. Then I removed the towel.
"Hold it," he said. "I have to make an adjustment."
Andrew raised up and reached down to straighten his little simi-hard front end.
I was getting so excited I didn't know what to do next. I have never seen
Andrew naked, face to face before, only through Cell. It was not the same.
Cell was good, but now I have hands on experience, so to speak. And, oh yes,
the camera was recording everything.
"Oh, I know what you are doing," I said, "just take your time and be
comfortable."
"How do you know?" Andrew said.
"I was a kid like you once and I've been through the same thing." I said. How
do you feel about your position now? That is, being naked as a Jaybird in the
house of someone you've known for a few hours."
"Well I called you, remember?" Andrew said. " It feels a little strange, but I
am beginning to like it. You seem to be better than any doctor would be and I
can't ask my mother and father or my friends.
"Why not?" I asked. "Certainly your parents would tell you what is happening to
you. They went through it. Your father like you and your mother like any girl
out there. If it wasn't for them knowing anything, you wouldn't have been
born. As for your friends, I guess they are going through the same thing and
don't know either, but they wouldn't admit it to you."
"I am their kid and all," he began, "but I don't want to think there is a
problem with me. They might send me to a doctor or something. I would be
embarrassed to tell them I do things to my body in the front while I'm naked
and that some white liquid comes out of my front end after a while. They would
think I am a little weird. My friends would only laugh at me. I've heard the
older boys at school talk about these things and I'm not sure they know what is
happening either.
In my heart, I knew he was right. The laughing from his friends would be the
ultimate insult. I was glad he made the right choice and called me to help him
out.
"I think you made the right choice to call me." I said. "I don't think you are
weird. Everything that is happening now is completely natural. Every boy goes
through it. It is a fact of nature. However, take my word for it, your
parents would understand. But now that you have me, there is no need to
involve them. It's easier on everybody that way. Do you have any problem with
that? If so I'll stop this right now and we'll forget it."
"No, no I want to do this." Andrew said with excitement. "I have no problem
with this at all. As long as you promise not to hurt me and tell me the truth
always."
"Would it make you feel more comfortable if I got like you?" I said. Would you
like to see me just as naked as you? We are both the same here. We are both
boys."
"Yeah, that would be neat." Andrew said.
I was the fastest stripper in the west. I had my clothes off in seconds. Just
as naked as Andrew, I continued to rub his back, butt and the back of his legs.
Making it a point to gently spread his legs and rub the crotch area adding to
his excitement and the hardness of our respective front ends. Each time I went
across Andrew's little hiney hole I warned him. Each time, I progressively put
my little finger further and further into the hole. Andrew jumped less and less
until he finally accepted my finger in and out of his little hiney hole as if it
belonged there. I completed his back part and it was time to turn him over and
rub his front.
"Time to do your front, Andrew." I said. "Just turn over where you are and
we'll begin."
"My front is sticking up," he said. "I'm a little embarrassed about it."
"Don't worry," I reassured him, "so is mine."
I repositioned the camera to get this view and asked Andrew to put his head on
the pillow and close his eyes to relax. I started rubbing his chest and across
his little boy nipples. They seemed to be sensitive and pointed. When I rubbed
one, I noticed Andrew squirm and his front end got more and more tense. Next, I
went down to the abdomen area and down the side, down the front of the legs. I
was saving the best for last. I was going to rub Andrew's stiff little rod
until he released all his pent up energy and I needed his complete attention.
I finished rubbing Andrew's chest, abdomen and legs. I worked my way back up
his legs and aimed for the ultimate target. Since his eyes were shut, I told
Andrew everything I was doing. I took the finger cot off my right hand and put
it on my left hand middle finger. I put more cream in my hands, rubbed it in a
little and gently stroked Andrews now stiff 4 in. shaft, lightly closing my
fingers around it to make a fist like. I gave it even strokes, up and down, up
and down, up and down. Andrew helped me by meeting my strokes with up and down
pelvic action. On one particular up stroke, I slipped my hand between his
crotch and under his little hiney and laid my hand, palm up, there. I searched
for his hiney hole with my middle finger and place it directly on it. Andrew's
pelvic action helped me to insert that finger just inside the walls of the hole
further stimulating the senses and helping Andrew to obtain his goal. By this
time, he was on cloud nine. Every nerve of his body was screaming and he
responded accordingly. Andrew's breathing was getting heavy and fast. I could
tell that he was just about ready to send his Life Force up through his little
shaft and out through the outlet. I had just finished thinking that, when I
felt his legs close around my left hand and his hiney hole clamp my finger
tightly. His 4 in. by 1/2 in. shaft pulsed in my right hand. I stroked it one
more time upwards. Andrew's Life Force rushed out of his penis in three
powerful spurts. The first one landed up around his neck and the others landed
further down his chest and abdomen. It was all over. Andrew let out a sigh of
relief and fell limp. He had fallen to sleep.
It never dawned on me to touch myself. I had a raging hard on and pent up
energy too, but no way to release it with both hands busy on Andrew. Damn, I
was hurting and he was asleep. I took the alcohol and a washcloth and cleaned
his chest and rubbed fresh lotion on it. I looked at his shaft and it had gone
soft. Refocusing the camera to take in the whole bed and putting it in
"STANDBY", I climbed up in the bed naked with Andrew, pulled the top sheet up
over us, and fell asleep too.
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Andrew and I laid there about an hour. I felt him stir and woke up.
"Hello, have a good nap?" I said.
Andrew, without a word turned over to lay his chest across my chest and his head
on my shoulder. He began to whimper. Tears rolled out of his eyes. I brought
my arms around him hugged him and kissed him to help ease his pain,
"Ok, ok, son. It's ok. Take it easy." I said. "What's the matter, my friend?"
"I.. I've never done anything like this before." Came the reply. "You are a new
friend, and now you're not going to like me anymore because I made a mess on
your bed."
It wasn't making sense his reasoning, but I told him that I do this type of
thing too, and a mess can be cleaned up. We talked a little more and Andrew
calmed down, quickly. His tears gave way to smiles, and my penis was beginning
to straighten out again. I wanted to lie there naked with Andrew on my chest,
hugging him forever.
"Andrew," I said, "did I hear you use the word FUCK today?"
"Yeah?" He said.
"Do you know what that means?" I asked.
"Not really." Andrew said. "I've heard the older boys at school talk and make
gestures similar to what we just did, but I really don't know for sure.
"Would you like to find out?" I asked.
"Is it as fun as what we just did?" He asked.
The answer was an instant "YES"!
I had the remote control for the camera and a small medicine dropper in the
drawer of the night stand next to my bed and I got that out. Andrew's hiney was
still slick from the hand cream. I instructed him to relax, lay on his side for
a minute, and I would guide him all the way. I took the medicine dropper and
inserted it into his little anus as far as it would go without hurting him. I
could feel his little shaft getting hard again, and breathing showing excitement
in its' rhythm. I reached for the hand cream and finger cot again and turned
over on my side to plaster my ass with the cream all over and into the crevasse.
I then reached down for Andrew's shaft to check the hardness, stroked it gently,
and placed the finger cot on it. The fit was perfect. Andrew's shaft filled
the finger cot nicely.
"What is that?" Andrew asked.
"It's protection for both of us." I said. "Trust me."
I aimed the remote control at the camera and pushed "RECORD" and turned over on
my stomach, adjusted my member to a comfortable position and began to instruct
Andrew again.
"Now Andrew," I said, "I want you to lie face down directly on top of me so
that you are in line with me. Put your head on my shoulder and lay your front
end in the crack of my hiney."
Andrew did as he was told. He didn't horse around at all. I reached under
myself with my right hand and clamped my fingers around my now stiff penis.
I reached back and found Andrew's little hard shaft with the rubber finger cot
on it and guided it further into my slippery crevasse. I adjusted myself so
that my anus was in position to receive his little shaft. Then I guided it in
as far as it would go. I have had fingers and various objects up my ass, but
never a wiggling, alive, warm, full of energy thirteen year old, 4 in. long
by 1/2 in. across, cute, wonderful, little shaft.
I instructed Andrew to move his hips up and down to force his shaft in and out
of my anus. As he did, I moved my hips synchronizing his every move. My nerves
were singing. My shaft was sliding in and out of my clenched fist and I could
feel the pent up energy wanting to get out of my penis. It didn't take long
before Andrew was breathing heavy again. I could feel the tenseness of his
shaft in my anus. He was pumping as hard as he could. The crescendo was rising
in his loins, and I took a chance to connect with his senses for the moment.
"Boom!".....I couldn't stand it. Andrew couldn't stand it. The energy was too
great. I sensed his Life Force flowing out of his glands and into his little
shaft. I felt the same thing happening in my own body. With one more powerful
down stroke, Andrew released his Life Force into my ass held back by the
protective finger cot. I released my Life Force at the same time, into my fist
and onto the sheets.
We lay there for some time without moving. Andrew's breathing had eased with
one sigh of relief. Andrew was asleep again there on top of me with his
softening little shaft still stuck in my rectum. I reached back and pulled the
top sheet over us, put the camera in "STANDBY" and fell back to sleep for about
another hour. I was completely relaxed and at peace with myself. Full of
emotion and love for Andrew, knowing he now had some love and compassion for me.
This was going to turn into a beautiful relationship....ANDREW, I LOVE YOU.
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CHAPTER 8
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Andrew stirred and woke me up. He was still on top of me. I looked at the
clock and most of the afternoon had gone. Holy shit, it was after 6:00 O'Clock.
"Andrew, are you awake?" I said. "Andrew?"
"Huh, what, yeah, I'm awake," he said.
"Does anyone know where you are? I asked. "What time are you expected back home
for dinner or something? It's a little after 6:00 P.M. Your parents may be
worried about you. After all, your bike is there and you are not."
"Yeah, I guess you are right." He said. "They weren't there when I left, but I
can call them from here."
"You still have to explain where you were," I said.
"Well I did go to the mall," he said..".I could say I walked if there is any
question and that I went to a movie and fell asleep there...Sound ok?"
"Sounds ok to me, I said, but I don't want you to get in the habit of lying to
your parents. They love you too and it would hurt them if they found you out.
You can't tell them about this, obviously, but don't be sneaky. I don't think
you were raised that way. Ok?"
It made sense to Andrew. He made the call and I let the subject drop. I went
into the bathroom and started the water for a shower. Both Andrew and I needed
one badly. We both had the hand cream, Life Force, and sweat all over us. To
save time and water, Andrew and I showered together. When we finished, we dried
off and put our clothes back on. We left the house, got in the car and headed
for Andrew's house. I hope he doesn't get in trouble for being so late.
I stopped at the corner near Andrew's house, extended my hand to shake his, and
said,
"Thanks Andrew. I enjoyed this afternoon and I hope you did too. Take care of
yourself and call me any time. Maybe we can do this again sometime...I love
you, Andrew."
"OK!' He said with glee, "I'd like that very much.....and I love you too,
Charles....I'll call you.
Andrew got out of the car and I watched him go down the street to his house.
I went back home after that, got naked again, put the tape I had just made of
this afternoon's activities into the VCR, pushed "REWIND & PLAY", put some hand
cream in my right hand, placed it around my now stiff member, and pumped my fist
hard, while watching the tape, over, and over, and over, again.
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