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Andy 8 (complete)
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 10
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It was September and Andrew went back to school into the seventh grade
along
with his other friends. I connected to him from time to time just to see
how
things were going for him. One day I happen to connect while Andrew was
in P/E
class. The period was almost over and the coach had sent the boys into
the
showers. Andrew (and I) observed his friend James and some other boys in
various stages of undress. Some of the boys were shy and hid behind
locker
doors to put on their street clothes and some were bold and paraded around
in
the shower with their little shafts hanging out, pretending to pee on each
other. Typical boy stuff. A little fun never hurt anyone. However, I
enjoyed it immensely. I had Andrew take a few mental notes for later.
These
guys had potential.
One Thursday afternoon after work, I went home and connected with Andrew.
He
was in his room with his friend James, working on another Navy ship model.
James opened the desk drawer to get some more glue when he saw the
medicine
dropper.
"What's this for, Andrew?" James said.
It was time. My seed had sprouted. Andrew recounted all the things he
and
James had done over the summer and especially the part where James
mentioned the
fact that he woke up some mornings with a sticky mess in his pajamas.
James seemed to be interested. This was new, something to explore. Then
Andrew
said,
"I read in a book somewhere that sticky stuff is called sperm. It comes
out of
our front ends without us making it do it. Our bodies start making the
stuff
when we get about our age and it has to be released from time to time.
Just
like you have to pee every so often. It's a man type thing. Girls don't
have
to do this."
Well he didn't give me away to James, but the part of reading it in a book
was
actually first hand knowledge gained by Andrew, with my help. I was
getting
excited watching this scene.
"Making it do it? What do ya mean?" James said.
"You know, making it. Andrew said. "Pull on your front end for a while
until
it gets stiff, then rub it until it squirts out some white stuff. Your
front
end has been stiff before, hasn't it?"
"yea," James said, but I don't know why.
"Your body is trying to tell you something. It wants the build up of your
sperm
to be released. If you can't do it when it's needed, it sometimes does
it for
you." Andrew said. "You get in the habit of doing it for yourself and
it
won't happen in the middle of the night."
Damn. He sounded like a college professor telling James all that crap.
"Have you been doing it Andrew?" James said. "how do you get your front
end to
get stiff when you want it to? Show me. PLEASE Andrew."
"Are you sure, James?" Andrew said." You're not just saying that, are
you.
Didn't your brother tell you anything about this?"
"No." James said. He was taking extra long showers and I heard him
moaning
once, but when I asked him what he was doing, all he would say was that
I'd
find out soon enough. Sometime he would walk to his room with the towel
around him and his front end was out like a tent pole. I asked him about
it
and he just laughed at me."
"You won't tell anybody I did this will you, James?..Promise me now."
Andrew
said.
"No, No, Andrew, I won't tell. I promise.....Please." James pleaded.
I was getting a raging hard on. I wished I could have been there in
Andrews
room, personally. Andrew was a kid after my own heart. He was becoming
the
teacher as I was to him. In this case, to his friend James.
"Ok, James," Andrew said, I want you to copy everything I do."
Andrew walked over to his bedroom door and closed it. Then he went into
another
draw of his desk and found another medicine dropper. (How did that get
there?)
"Ready?"
"Ready Andrew." James said.
Andrew unbuckled his pants and took them off. Next went his shoes and
sox.
James mimicked every move. Next went the top shirt and tee shirt. That
left
both James and Andrew in just their underpants.
Andrew was showing signs of excitement. His little front end was starting
to
stand up in his pants. I had him look down at James' jockey style shorts.
There too, was the outline of a cute, almost duplicate of Andrew's little
4 by
1/2 In. shaft.
"Hold it," Andrew said.
He went over to his dresser drawer and took out a jar of Ponds Cold Cream
and
went back over to James. Next he lowered his underpants and put them on
the
chair. James followed suit. Next he took some cold cream and spread it
on
his butt and down into the crevasse. Then he did his front end and gave
the jar
to James to do the same thing.
It was a happy scene. Both boys giggled about it. Andrew gave James a
medicine
dropper, and took his, put it in a strategic place along his crevasse and
shoved
it into his rectum. James had a little problem, because he couldn't hit
his
little hiney hole at first. (practice makes perfect James). When he
found it,
James jumped a little. It was a strange feeling. It tickled, but felt
pleasing. He was still giggling over the feeling when Andrew called his
attention to their respective front ends. Their cute little 4 by 1/2 In.
shafts' were sticking straight out and sensitive to the touch.
"James, I want you to put your fingers around your front end, like this,"
Andrew demonstrated, "and gently push your body back and forth so that
your
front end goes in and out of your fingers. Do this for a little while.
In a
few minutes, you'll feel good all over. Keep doing it until the sperm
comes
out and the good feeling goes away."
James was a do-er not a talker. He and Andrew were in concert together,
gently
stroking their respective shafts and pumping their fists, with the
medicine
dropper in their rectum. What a feeling? I was tuned to Andrew's every
nerve
and could just imagine what this action was doing to James'. The
crescendo was
building up in Andrew, James, I'm sure, and myself. I quickly got my
pants and
underpants off, dashed for the cold cream and the anal stimulator, put
cream
around my member, put the anal stimulator in my rectum and joined the
concert
with Andrew and James. It wasn't a moment too soon. James began to
breathe
hard and his body stiffened. Andrew was doing the same thing. I heard
through
Andrew's ears, James grunt and then sigh. Andrew and I were right behind
him.
We had released the tensions of the day into our slippery palms.
"What do you think now, James?" Andrew asked. "Did I answer your
questions.
"Yeah, it was fun." James said. At first I was a little nervous standing
here
naked in front of you, but you did the same thing as I did. Where did
you see
that book you were talking about. Did it tell you all about this. What
does
the thing you put in your hiney have to do with it?"
James had a million questions about what they had just done. Andrew
answered
them as best he knew how without giving it away that he had experience
with me.
The book he explained was at the doctor's office lying on the doctor's
desk.
He told James he was looking at it when the doctor went out of the room
for a
minute. That was a harmless lie.
"Not all of it," Andrew said. Most of this I found out on my own. One
night, I
was washing in the bath tub and I accidentally touch my hiney hole with
my
finger tip. It felt so good, that I did it more and more. Each time I
took a
bath, I tried different things and discovered that my front end gets hard
too. So there must be a lot of nerves down there that help it to do
that.
Each time I did this, it felt a little better. One night I touch my hard
front
and it felt good too, so I started to pull on it. The rest is history. I
just
improved on it with the cold cream."
That was enough to convince James. He and Andrew had many sessions after
that.
One thing led to another and each discovered the pleasures of exploring
the
others hiney hole. Andrew's had stretched to accommodate my middle
finger.
James was not quite ready for Andrew's stiff penis yet. It was time,
however
for James to learn the pleasures of putting his little rod in something
besides
their hands or Andrew's crevasse. In one of our sessions, Andrew had
asked me
to give him some of my finger cots. I pretended not to know what he
wanted it
for. I just gave them to him.
One Saturday, I hadn't heard from Andrew, so I connected to find out where
he
was. It seemed that James'parents were going to some type of afternoon
social
gathering across town that would leave James at home with his friend
Andrew.
His brother Scott was somewhere at a school sports function. Andrew had
come
prepared. In a blue gym bag, he had all the paraphernalia for a good,
down
home, stroke session. No sooner than James' parents left the driveway,
the
boys were naked and jumping in the bed.
"James," Andrew said, I want to do something a little different today.
Lay on
top of me face down. See how it feels."
It felt good to Andrew and to James too. Their respective shafts began to
rise
to a salute. Andrew placed a bath towel under himself and put hand cream
on
James' hard shaft and then on his own. He then put some in their
crevices. He
put a finger cot on James' shaft with ease. Of course he had to explain
that
the finger cot was some protection to the both of them. That it was like
drinking after someone else from the same glass type of thing. You didn't
want
them to get germs did you?
From then on, it was a duplication of Andrew and my experiences. James'
mounted
Andrew, as per direction, found his wanting hiney hole and inserted his
tingling
shaft, with ease, into Andrew's anal cavity as far as it would go, until
he
moaned. Then they stretched out to a more comfortable position and James
began
to pump Andrew's sensitive butt hole in perfect rhythm. James'shaft was a
perfect fit for andrew's cute little hiney hole. Without measuring it, I
would
have thought James'shaft was the same size as Andrew's, but evidently, it
was
slightly smaller from the feel of it in Andrew's rectum. Andrew reached
back
with his right hand and located James'rectum. He prepared a middle finger
with
a finger cot, and inserted it into James' little, cute, sensitive, hiney
hole.
Andrew worked it in and out of in perfect synchronization with the pumps
he was
getting from his best thirteen year old friend, always and forever, James
Birdsong. Suddenly it was over. James' Life Force had rushed out of his
little
penis and filled the end of the finger cot. Andrew released his Life
Force all
over the towel at the same instant.
Andrew and James had many friends that were just as curious as they were
about
their body. They had made a pledge to one another, sealed with sperm, to
help
all their friends to understand the changes that were occurring. They
worked
vehemently, yet discreetly together, on this project.
I was alerted by Cell each time Andrew and James got together either in
bed or
on their project. I didn't have to invoke "Cell One" to get into the other
boys.
I always had a front row seat with Andrew.
My relationship with Andrew continued until he was mid way through his
fifteenth
year, I had seen many changes in Andrew over the years from the time I
had met
him. He had grown body hair on his chest, under the arms, in his genital
area
and in his crevasse. Cute, blond, and rabbit's fur soft. Just barely
perceptible. He had grown more muscular. Some of the attractive baby fat
had
smoothed out and hardened. His voice had deepened also. Andrew was
turning
into a handsome young man. His "boy" days' would be leaving him soon. I
had a
tough decision to make. It was time to let Andrew grow naturally and
discover
some things on his own about the female gender. They have wants and needs
as
much as males do. I had to be fair to the boy. I didn't want him to grow
up
without experiencing the differences of life. Through my previous
connection to
him, I had planted the curiosity about the little girls, so it wasn't
foreign to
him.
On our last session of the weekend together, I explained to Andrew my
feelings
about our relationship. He was a smart boy, and didn't seem to get hurt
by the
suggestions to seek other pleasures. I would like to see him from time to
time,
though, to check on his progress. He realized it made sense to do this.
He and
James had been doing this type of thing, too with each other, and other
boys for
a long time. He figured that James would grow tired of it soon also.
"Charles," Andrew said, "can I do it with you one more time before I have
to go
home?"
"No problem," I said.
My anus was hurting. Andrew's little shaft was not so little any more.
It had
grown proportionally over the last two years. But just having to have
known him
and to develop a relationship with him, made all the pain worth it.
With the final thrust by Andrew into my aching anus I called for Cell to
return
to me. I didn't need to connect to Andrew directly any more. I would
give Cell
a much deserved rest and head out to the mall next week to find another
boy
like Andrew.
We laid there in my bed, for what seemed an eternity, in a deep emotional
state.
I hugged Andrew tightly and kissed him passionately. He returned with the
same
amount of passion. We said our final goodbye's, showered, got dressed and
headed for his home.
I LOVE YOU, ANDREW! G-DAMN, I LOVE YOU. I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU. NEVER!
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THE END
"ANDREW MY LOVE"
A short story of fantasy, September 1, 1990 by:
..........................> Charles Baudot
Any comments? C/O 4023 Northrop Street
Please send them Richmond, Va. 23225
care of....................> (804) 233-3170
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