Author's note: First of all, thank you, everyone, for reading this. Second of all, criticism is appreciated, but I'm afraid some of you will still be disappointed. This story was thought as a short story, and I guess this shows through. After this chapter, there will be just one more, and the story will be wrapped up. Hope you will enjoy.
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Andy was Brad's boyfriend now. It was official. When the next day, everybody saw them coming to school together in Brad's nice car, the rumors fed the entire school. Brad was looking happy, holding Andy by his shoulders, while Andy... well, he was feeling lost, but on the outside, he tried to smile and pretend that he was happy, too.
Everywhere Brad went, Andy tagged along, like a silent puppy. Brad was presenting Andy like a trophy, he was really proud and word had it that many of Brad's friends had been filled up with the story of the conquest and the hot moments happened between the two. Andy was unaware of these particular aspects of the relationship with his beloved Brad and he did not suspect anything. But many girls and even some of the boys pitied him, while others commented and laughed behind his back.
One day, after school, he was waiting for Brad by the car, when, from nowhere, Jack appeared by his side, almost scaring him.
"Hey, Andy, how are you today?" Jack said smiling.
He grabbed Andy by the waist and pulled him in his arms. Andy moved his head so Jack could not kiss him and the bad boy laughed sadly:
"So you forgot me so quick? Geez, and I thought that night meant something to you... That means that Brad is great in the sack?" Jack asked raising an eyebrow and forcing Andy to look at him, by holding his chin with one hand, still keeping him close.
"No, Jack, that means you 'forgot' to meet me that day." Andy finally raised his bright and moist blue eyes, fixing Jack in a painful, resentful way. "Why? Could you please tell me? What was I to you?"
"Andy..." Jack was holding his breath. "... I want to kiss you so much, I missed you like crazy, do you know that?"
"No, I don't."
Andy forced his way out of Jack's hands until the boy let him go. And it was just the right time, as Brad was strutting towards them, his face red, his fists clenched. He simply launched himself at Jack and hit him hard in the face. All of a sudden, the teenagers happening to be around gathered up enclosing them, as the two started fighting, giving and taking punches. Andy tried to break them apart but to no avail. He started shouting at them to stop, but neither could hear him, all clenched in the fight. Jack finally got the upper hand and straddled Brad, sitting in top of him. He was strangling him and Andy grabbed his shoulder, begging:
"Jack, stop, please, stop, let him!"
Jack looked at the scared face and he finally let Brad breathe. Then he got up and said mockingly:
"That means I won, right? You are so god damn lucky that your pretty boyfriend begged me to stop or I would have given you a lesson! Nobody, do you hear me? Nobody touches me!" Jack hovered menacing over Brad, staring at him until the football player agreed and nodded.
Andy hurried to help Brad get up, but the boy was angered and refused the offered hand with a curt movement. He got up by himself and could not stop whispering at Jack who was standing right there, ready to restart the fight:
"What, was it not enough? Tell me your price and I will think about it..."
"What is he talking about, Jack?" Andy asked, feeling left out. But Jack did not even look at him, throwing heavy looks in Brad's direction.
"Brad, I would keep my mouth shut if I were you..."
Jack's snake like voice was low and insinuating.
And Brad fell silent. He just stood there, looking furious, mad even, but silent. Jack took off, but before that, he threw back another dart:
"Yeah, I thought so..."
Andy tried to reach Jack but Brad put his hand on his shoulder and chided him like he was a small child:
"What were you doing with him? Don't you know who that is? You promised me, Andy, why don't you listen?"
"But, Brad, he came to me, I did not do anything!" Andy shouted and he felt despair creeping into his soul, like he was not in control at all.
Jack heard everything as he was still not very far away. He turned and smiled at Andy, and blew an air kiss at him.
***
Brad guided Andy to the car, while the crowd was dissipating. He drove, trying to look cool and he did not change a word with his boyfriend. He detoured and stopped the car in a remote place, behind a deserted building. He was still angry when he talked to Andy.
"Andy, get here!"
Andy got closer and Brad grabbed his neck and started kissing him furiously. Then he pushed Andy's head towards his groin, till the young boy's face was buried in his crotch. Brad commanded:
"Suck me!"
"W-what?" Andy mumbled and tried to raise his head, but Brad pushed him back.
"Suck my dick and make me come! C'mon, Andy, don't be such a prude, I already fucked you, now I need this! Open the zipper, pull my boy out and get your soft lips there! Make me happy!"
Andy felt the despair in Brad's tone so he did what was asked of him. He started to wet the soft tip of the penis with his pink tongue and Brad grunted. Andy engulfed the shaft in his mouth and began slurping and sucking on it. In fact, he was dreaming about a moment like this, since seeing the first skin magazines. Brad was enjoying himself really good.
"Yeah, like this, Andy, like this, work me like a pro, make me come in your mouth, I want you to taste me, taste my cum, yeah!"
Brad squirted in Andy's mouth holding his head still, forcing the kid to swallow everything. When Andy finally was allowed to rise, Brad kissed him curtly on the lips and said:
"You are damn good, Andy! I think I love your mouth just as much as your tight ass."
Andy had a throbbing erection that was killing him. He realized he had enjoyed that, sucking Brad's dick and he was really turned on, feeling the taste of cum in his mouth. So he pleaded to Brad:
"Brad, please, I need to come, too!"
"Oh, I see," Brad finally noticed the bulge that was pitching Andy's pants.
He unbuttoned them and pulled out the hard dick. He started stroking, but not gentle, so Andy felt that the tension amassed so far was making him explode. He wished to ask Brad to work on him slowly, so he could enjoy it, but he could not manage to do that, as his sperm gushed out, making him squirm in the chair. When he opened his eyes, he saw Brad wiping his hands with a tissue that he throw off the car window and igniting the engine. He remembered how Jack had eaten his sperm that night, on his parents' porch. It was like he had lost something precious and he could not bear the feeling.
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It was Saturday night and Andy and Brad were at a party. Andy could not believe that they were dating for five weeks now, that he was truly Brad's boyfriend, even though in that moment it did not seem that way. As soon as they entered the door, Brad reunited with his friends and went to a drinking contest with them. Andy hated that, so he was excused from taking part, not being a heavy drinker.
He exited the house and stood on a bench in the small garden situated in the back of the house. Lost in thoughts, he began to sum up all the events in his recent existence. He liked, in a way, being with Brad. Even though the sex part was not so great. Brad fucked him anytime he wanted and that was pretty frequent, almost every day of the week, after school. But he hurried too much, he did not take the time to make Andy feel good, so the boy got used to what was given to him. He sighed. Brad never took his dick in his mouth, he tried to ask that of him, but, somehow, that did not happen. Of course, Brad enjoyed to be sucked dry by Andy, and Andy really enjoyed that part, but that was all.
Andy caught himself thinking again at Jack. He closed his eyes and dreamed about those hazel eyes, about that look on his face when he tasted Andy's cum, like he was eating the best meal in the universe. He remembered those words, how Jack told him that his cream was sweet and he felt a tremble crossing his entire body from head to toe.
He put his hands in his crotch and started rubbing his dick first through the clothes, not taking it out, afraid that he might get caught by somebody. It was quite dark and nobody else seemed to be around, so Andy felt the urge to masturbate and finally encouraged himself to get to work. He unzipped his pants and let the dick breathe in some air. He pushed the skin off the head and started to rub it, his breath keeping the pace of his hand.
"And why would you not let me do that?" Andy heard a familiar voice and he jumped.
When he saw Jack in front of his eyes, his face impossible to read, he could not believe it. So he tried to sound casual:
"What are you doing here? I have not seen you in school lately, I thought you left town."
"Only for a while, baby, I had to put orders in some things."
The way Jack called him "baby" always made Andy feel butterfly wings flapping against the walls of his stomach. He did not know how that was possible, Jack touching him with words more that Brad ever succeeded touching him with his entire body. And he loved Brad, or so he thought. But Jack was still present in all his dirtiest fantasies and he'd surprised himself thinking of Jack even when he came in Brad's hands.
Now, the dirty fantasy was standing there, inches from him, looking sexier than ever. Andy died to touch him, just to hold him a little. Jack stopped the thread of his thoughts:
"Tell me, Andy, did you miss me, at least, one bit?" His tone was serious, Jack sounded tired, maybe sad.
"I have a boyfriend, Jack," Andy said sadly, and he felt like adding because you left me, but he did not dare, afraid of his own feelings.
"Yeah, I have noticed, but how come you are here, alone, spanking your monkey, all by yourself?"
Jack laughed, a bit of mockery in his voice.
"Where is your gorgeous Brad, your everlasting love? Doesn't he keep you satisfied, baby? Or, he is so great that every minute away from Brad you think of him and you cannot take your hands of your dick? Wow, now that is really something, I did not peg him for that type..."
"What type?" Andy whispered.
"Oh, you know, the type you dream of fucking all the time."
"And why is that?" Andy tried to sounded cool, while his heart was yelling. You're that type, Jack!
"Eh, I don't know, he looks great, with all those muscles and his blonde hair, but, to me, he does not seem like a great lover... but looking at you... seeing you like this, makes me think that I might be wrong."
Jack knelt in front of the bench, casually, with feline grace, like everything he did. His presence was overwhelming for Andy, though, even if Jack's head was now sitting lower than his. He felt turned on only by Jack's mere presence, he found that really scary, but he could not help it.
Jack tried to look him in the eyes, but the poor light and the dark spot they were standing in, made that a hard job.
"So, Andy, are you happy?" He sounded serious.
"Yes, more than ever."
