Foreplay: What started out as a simple idea just grew longer to the point where I felt I had to stop. This is a complete story but it leaves me a chance to do a continuation subject to there being sufficient demand. 5 stars always helps!
All characters in this story are over 18.
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"Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it."
― Lloyd Alexander
"ROBIN!" The shout from his mother was more urgent than the previous three requests from her, "We don't want to be late to the church." She paused for a moment while he replied.
"Yes, I'm coming," he said, for the fourth time. He just wasn't used to looking smart in trousers rather than scruffy jeans and having to wear a shirt and dark blue tie. The tie wasn't even his, borrowing it from his dad for the funeral.
"And don't forget your little speech," she continued.
"No mum, it's in my pocket." More correctly it was an eulogy, a few words to remind all at the funeral service how Andy had spent his 19 years on this planet helping anyone who needed help, studying to make a future for himself, loving - both his admiring parents and, in a different way, girls who he'd allowed to spend special times with him. These were just three of the many attributes his popular friend had. Rob's tie, topped by a Windsor knot, was finally fastened correctly. He came downstairs to face his frowning mother.
"Come here," she demanded, further adjusting the tie that had taken him a good ten minutes to knot, despite expert tuition from his dad the evening before. Finally certain that Rob's appearance was as good as she could make it, they set off to the church.
The church was full and they took their reserved places on the second pew from the front. Rob was a little nervous, never having spoken in front of so many people before and he was glad when his contribution to the service finally came around. Donna, Andy's mum, had near insisted that Rob should contribute. He and Andy had grown up together, been at school together and at times had been inseparable. The service ended, the interment followed in the graveyard outside; "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the vicar recited and it was all over.
At the funeral tea, served up in the adjoining church hall, Rob got to talk to a number of Andy's relatives he'd only seen occasionally; his granddads and grandmas all had reddened, tearful eyes just like Donna and, he had to admit, he himself. One by one he shook hands with or kissed the cheeks of uncles and aunts, cousins, friends of the family. It was a sad, sad day.
Although inseparable, Andy and Rob were totally different in nature. Andy was outgoing, bright, he loved sports and had been the captain of the school rugby team. He was popular, serving his old school as Head Boy in his final year, which was no mean achievement. Girls admired him, both for his tender nature and for his physique and Rob knew that neither Andy nor some of his girlfriends were virgins.
Andy worked hard on his physique, both in the school gym and exercising at home. Rob envied him at times but could never bring himself to copy his lifelong friend. Word had quickly spread about that singular part of Andy's physique that stood out from the rest - 6 inches was Rob's estimate, having accompanied Andy many times to the town swimming pool, and that was in its cold, hung state. Swimming was the sole sport they shared and enjoyed, although Rob had to admit that Andy was far and away the best swimmer. Of course, one didn't carry a ruler or measure tape but how it hung was what many girls talked about. Following a long hot refreshing shower to ease the muscles after a good swim, Rob had to admit Andy's equipment fell into the super family size range but his own barely avoided being classified as a reject. It had been said, and Rob had no reason to doubt it, that girls creamed their knickers just thinking about him.
It had been the end of term and many of the Sixth Form Academy leavers celebrated in style. Yes, there was the formal school dance, but both Rob and Andy had been invited to the second party a week later - the real party with alcohol, willing girls and no school staff to dull the enjoyment. Although quite shy, Rob had joined in the fun and mum had provided his transport home. Tragically the car transporting Andy and several girls home had been involved in a bad accident. The crowded car had meant Andy was the only one without a seat belt or the protection of one of the car's airbags. The collision was head-on, a drunken driver had turned quickly the wrong way into a narrow one-way street, the driver had lost control and both cars were a complete write off. Andy, unprotected, had suffered severe head injuries. The life support machine was switched off two days later.
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Within two weeks Rob was totally at a loss. Long gone were the times Andy had borrowed one of his dad's 'special' magazines and the two boys had wanked themselves senseless, aided by a pair of Helen's skimpy knickers, discarded after an early morning shower. Helen - Rob's elder sister by 3 years - had unknowingly provided that 'je ne sais quoi' that enabled the boys' full satisfaction after frenzied attempts to shoot cum the furthest in Andy's parents luxury bathroom. Of course when erect Andy had a big advantage over Rob, his blood engorged member poking out proudly and further from underneath his tanned, tightly toned stomach. THAT, thought Rob, gave Andy an unfair advantage in life. Andy didn't need to go out on the pull, the girls pulled him. Andy had mentioned to Rob on many occasions how he'd liked to have a sister but he was an only (and often spoiled) child. Andy was never short of money in his pocket.
It was hot that week. What was the point of going to the swimming pool alone? Rob smiled; at least at the pool when, say, one girl became attracted to the bulge in Andy's swim shorts, her friend might settle for the less attractive attributes of Rob. Even given Rob's shyness, girls were often eager for a kiss in the privacy of a changing cubicle - sometimes more - and in fact some girls, thought Rob, actually enjoyed his meek manner.
That particular day Rob had to settle for a lounger in his garden, taking in the sun alone. Not for long though; with Helen at work his mum brought him a cold beer from the fridge. She pulled up another lounger.
"You can't just mope around," she said, "Surely you can get some exercise somewhere. You never know, you might meet a girl you like."
"Maybe," sighed Rob, "But maybe not. I guess I don't have the charm or the chat up lines that Andy had."
"Why do you always have to put yourself down? Even Helen says you can be a total wimp at times." Christine cursed herself for the reminder. She immediately apologised, "Sorry Rob, I shouldn't have said that."
Rob took another swig from the can. The amber liquid felt good, cooling the heat inside him.
'Mum's right,' he thought, "What a wimp, Helen spoke the truth. She was fitter and healthier than him. She always had a boyfriend and all he had was a good sprinkling of teenage acne. His waist was too big, his cock too small. How often had Helen waved her little finger during an argument? Baby peepee she said - Rob has a baby peepee.'
"Come on, snap out of it," Christine growled, "Go for a walk, read a book, go for a swim. Do something." The lecture didn't work and even a light hearted pep talk later in the evening from big sis didn't work. Only Andy could cure his bad mood - and Andy was no longer there.
Tuesday gave way to Wednesday then Thursday. Rob's mood was just the same. Friday morning he casually picked up the Gazette, the local rag; who'd done what to who, the weekly list of how well the town council was improving the lives of its' citizens, letters to the editor that spoke the opposite - how local taxes were frittered away. Then just before the sports pages were the hatches, matches and dispatches which, 2 weeks ago, had confirmed Andy's death. The classified ads: each car salesroom competing to sell you the latest model at a monthly payment you could afford. Then a large colour advert caught Rob's eye:
