Dear Internet

Dear Internet

I wish I could say that the youth of America has grown and that we as adults have passed down a new principle of tolerance and mutual respect, but I can’t say that.  No matter what you do, like pesky weeds, there will always be little shits in this world that want to do awful shit to other people.  As we come into a more accepting society, the troublemakers see the hate they used to spread just isn’t cutting it anymore and they decide they need to raise the stakes a bit.  Now kids come to school toting guns and making threats all over the country and as long as they are a straight, white male raised in a Christian home they get a pass because they are clearly just confused.  Just boys being boys.

Why internet do you promote the use of hate speech so readily?  And why do you allow other people to reach through and hack others?  Hack the government, hack clueless old people, hack important documents and account numbers.  You’re dangerous internet, but I love you.  You give us good things too, like information at our fingertips and social media to keep in touch with distant friends and videos of cute animals doing cute things.  I’ve been able to quit cable thanks to you!  You also give us porn, such glorious amounts of porn.  As someone once said, “The internet is for porn.”  And so, we continue our story of Andy and the huge cock.  He resisted his urges time and time again, but every so often he would give in to a quick jerk to release the tension and he’d think of that huge cock.  It was inevitable though as the school began demanding more and more use of computers and the internet, Andy’s parents invested in a dial-up modem… (PssshhtKerrChingKerrChing!)

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The screen moved on from the search engine and Andy saw for the first time in over a year the banner appear at the top of the screen with the huge cock in full display.  He was already getting hard in excitement and anticipation.  He had waited for his parents to put John to bed then he had spied down the hallway waiting for all the lights to be shut off.  Then he had crept across the hall to the computer room and followed the same path he had used before to reach the webpage with the huge cock on it.

He’d locked the door behind him which he knew would only raise suspicion if he were caught, but it might just buy him the time he needed to hide the evidence.  The whole situation was exhilarating and wrong and fun, so his heart was pounding in his chest and the blood flowed quickly to his erection.  This time more of the page began to load and Andy saw an entire smorgasbord of men with their huge cocks exposed, but this time there were other men putting their mouths over them and huge cocks being inserted into other men’s butts (which struck him as inherently gross but looked amazing).  Andy was about to scroll down further when he came in his underwear.

As soon as his spunk had been spent, Andy became increasingly aware of the danger he was in and quickly closed the page, cleared the browsing history, shut off the computer, and went to bed.

Andy repeated these steps many times, but each time he got a bit bolder and managed to last a bit longer as he discovered what felt good on his dick and what did not.  He also started venturing to other sites and exploring what else the gay world had to offer.  His new favorite became seancody.com and specifically he liked looking at pictures of Zack and his great big dick.  More importantly, Zack looked like and reminded Andy of that stupid bully kid, Trevor.  Andy would imagine that Trevor really wanted to just have sex with Andy and then proceed to pull out a cock as big as Zack’s.

The videos were too slow to load and there could be no sound, so Andy relied completely on pictures.  He’d use the pictures to form a story of sorts in his mind about Trevor slowly revealing his big cock out of his basketball shorts and Andy would proceed to put the massive shaft in his mouth.  Eventually, Andy decided he was taking too many risks and picked a few gorgeous pictures of Zack to print out in the dead of night and hide in his room.  For years this was sufficient, and Andy managed to steer clear of the internet’s temptation and not allow his obsession with huge cocks to put him at risk of discovery.

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Andy was an exemplary student and a kind and good-natured individual that was generally liked by adults, but maybe not always his peers.  When he was fourteen Andy was selected to go on a summer youth program with the state police.  This experience was educational in nature to promote bright, well-educated youth to pursue a future career in law enforcement or perhaps military.  It sounded like a cool opportunity and it was a week away from home to meet new people.  The girl that was selected to also attend was none other than Lisa.

Andy and Lisa had both long since mended fences and laughed off the stupidity of junior high as they both mentally prepared to enter high school.  But during the summer they traveled together with their sponsor, Cliff Davidson from the American Legion, to their week-long retreat at the state police training academy.  They arrived and it all seemed like fun and games as they met some other kids and unloaded their bags.  But then they were split up and separated and forced to stand in single file lines where an angry looking police officer taught them how to march and listen to commands.  Anyone who failed or got out of line was immediately required to do push-ups.

Officer Quince went down the line and made sure each participant was present and accounted for and then the entire group was made to march just over a mile to the barracks.  The boys were separated from the girls and Andy would not see much of Lisa after that.  When they filed into the barracks there was already a sheet and a rough blanket folded on the mattress.  Officer Quince informed the boys that they were responsible for the barrack’s cleanliness and any infractions would result in additional exercises or laps in the yard.  They would each be instructed how to properly fold their sheets to make their bed nice and tight against the mattress and for the duration of their stay they would be required to make their bed every morning and be in the yard by 6 am for inspections.

Andy turned to the guy next to him and muttered something about “this is not what I expected.”  Officer Quince immediately barked at Andy to drop and give 20 push-ups and inquired if anyone else would like to interrupt him when he’s speaking.  Andy completed his push-ups and went back to learning about the proper folding of the bed.  Several cadets circled the barracks and helped perfect everyone’s technique.

“Sorry you got in trouble,” the kid next to him added, “no, this is not what I expected.”

Andy looked at the curly, dark-haired kid next to him.  He was very pale, and he looked like he had too many bones or something sticking from beneath his over-sized shirt.  His high cheekbones made him look rather gaunt and his eyes looked a little sunken.  It was clear almost immediately to Andy that this boy was like him in many ways.  Something about the posture indicated that this boy was also likely the brunt of much ridicule where he came from.

“I’m Andy.”

“Billy,” the boy wrestled with his heavy blanket and exhibited no skill at folding beds.  Andy was nearly complete with his own, just pulling it tighter to make sure it was perfect.

“You need help?”

“My brother came here,” another boy spoke.  It was the guy who was on the bottom bunk of Andy’s bed.  He was the polar opposite of Billy, he had muscles and his shirt fit perfectly to show off his nice frame.  He had light sandy-brown hair and a perfectly round face with full lips. “He said it was tough at first, but worth it.”

“That’s good to know,” Billy responded, “but no, I better learn to do this myself.”

“What’s your name, bunk mate?” Andy asked.

“It’s Oliver.  I’m from Winderly. Nice to meet you.”

“A city boy,” Andy mused, “I’ve never been really.  I’m from up in Walbash; in the middle of nowhere.  Or rather you go to nowhere and then go a bit farther.”

“I’m from Grand Oaks, it’s a suburb near Winderly,” Billy added as he stepped back to look at his wrinkly blanket.

“The worst part, my brother said, were the open showers,” Oliver continued.

“What do you mean?” Andy asked.

“They are open, there are no stalls.  I’m glad I brought my swimming trunks so that not everyone just sees me naked.”

“You probably look alright,” Andy added and then blushed at what he had said, “but I know what you mean.”

“I’m sure glad my grandmother made me pack my swimming trunks, too,” Billy added as he pulled down on one side of the blanket and pulled the other side free.

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” Andy asked again as it pained him to watch Billy fighting with the blanket.

“I’m sure.”

Eventually, one of the cadets came around and helped Billy finish his bed.  Andy found himself eyeing the big muscular arms on the cadet as he instructed Billy in the finer points of bed making.  Shortly after, Billy and Andy concocted the idea to sleep on top of the blanket at night so they would have to do minimal bed making.  Besides, it was not well circulated, and the thick blanket would likely make you hot at night.  They were then made to line up again in the yard out front and they were made to memorize the order they were in.  Andy stood with Billy on his left and Oliver on his right.  Every morning they were to present themselves in this same order for inspection.  The person at the front of each line would be responsible for setting the pace and they were given special instructions for proper marching orders.

Then as a whole unit they marched to the cafeteria for dinner.  Left, left, left, right, left.  Left, left, left, right, left.  Andy felt quite foolish really, but he couldn’t just leave now.  He was miles from home and there was no means of transportation until the week ended.  He wondered how Lisa was getting along; she probably hated it as much as he did.  At least Billy and Oliver seemed nice enough, so he wouldn’t feel completely alone.

In the cafeteria they could break apart and sit where they wanted.  It was interesting to see them group up just like they did in the cafeteria at home.  Andy and Billy knew they would sit together and not many people chose to sit down with them.  Except Oliver came over and placed his food tray right next to Andy’s.  “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” Andy smiled brightly.  He liked Billy and they would clearly get along splendidly, but Oliver had an unspoken ‘cool’ factor.  He was the type of guy Andy normally didn’t get to hang out with on a normal basis.  He also realized he may be a bit attracted to Oliver.

As Oliver sat down, he produced a small pouch from his pants pocket and proceeded to open it.  From inside he produced several small devices that he was clearly familiar with and then he pressed one against his ring finger.  A moment later a drop of blood appeared on Oliver’s finger.

“What are you doing?” Andy asked slightly alarmed.

“Oh,” Oliver chuckled, “I’m diabetic, type one.  Never met a diabetic before?”

“No,” Andy responded honestly.  They watched as Oliver used the other device with a display screen to test the blood and a number appeared.

“You see,” Oliver explained, “if my blood sugar is too high before I eat, I have to inject additional insulin.  I have to inject every night on a regular basis, but not before every meal if I’m lucky.”

“What does it do?”

“It lowers my blood sugar to normal levels.”

“So, you inject yourself?  No doctor required or anything?”

“Nope,” Oliver chuckled again, “just a little needle in my stomach and I’m good to go.”

“That’s so cool!” Andy marveled at how much of the world was still a complete mystery, “Can we see you give an injection some time?”

“I don’t need one now, but I suppose before bed I can show you.”

“That would be cool,” Billy admitted, “I’d like to see too.”

“You’re odd kids,” Oliver smiled, “No one has ever described diabetes as fun before, but you don’t make me feel like a freak like some of the guys from my school have before.  They really enjoyed poking fun when I collapsed in gym class one day because my blood sugar dropped too low.”

“Why would it be low?” Billy inquired.

“Too much insulin at lunch followed by exercise that burned a bunch of my sugars.  Caused me to collapse right out on the baseball diamond.”

“That must be hard,” Andy admired, “having such a responsibility at such a young age and trying to balance your sugar levels all the time.  It’s pretty amazing.”

“Well, thank you,” Oliver smiled.  Andy felt butterflies in his stomach at the sight of that perfectly white dazzling smile.

“I have a grandfather that is diabetic,” Billy broke the strange silence that followed, “but I never really asked what that meant.”

“I’m starved,” Oliver spoke, “let’s eat!”

After dinner they marched outside and discovered that night had slowly crept in while they ate.  They were made to march back to the barracks where they were given the rest of the night to shower or visit, but at 9 pm there was a strict lights-out for those who wished to sleep and the talk would be kept to a minimum.  Oliver decided to brave the open showers in his swimming trunks and Andy and Billy decided to let him report back on how bad it was.  Both boys had a certain unspoken bashfulness about their slim, pale bodies.

Billy began discussing his previous experience with marching in the marching band at Grand Oaks.  Andy’s school was far too small for something as cool as a marching band, instead the band played from a float in a parade and they pretty much sounded like crap.  Andy was learning to play the saxophone and Billy was a trumpet player.  They talked at length about band and instruments and how very different their school’s music programs were from each other.  Andy felt a bit jealous at how cool Billy’s band must sound with all those different instruments and large numbers.

“What you faggots talking about?” spoke a pretty deep voice for their age.  Andy looked up to see a large black guy looming over them.  His skin was darker than anyone Andy had ever met in the tiny little town of Walbash.  He was an intimidating presence with his deep voice and massive size for their age, probably a football player or something.  A slimmer, but still very good-looking, perfectly tanned, muscular guy stood just behind the other laughing at their inside joke against the ‘faggots’.

“We’re talking about… band,” Billy spoke.

“You faggots better not stink up the place because you’re too chicken-shit to shower with the rest of us,” the massive guy continued.

“And fuck band,” the guy behind him added, “what a bunch of fucking losers.”

“What are your names, faggots?”

A part of Andy didn’t want to answer, but he was too overcome by fear not to respond.  Billy likewise answered the question.

“Well, I’m DeShawn, remember me, because I got my eye on you both.”

“Is there a problem here?” Oliver spoke from behind DeShawn.  He was standing there in his swimming trunks and a towel draped around his exposed neck.  Andy had never been so happy to see anyone.  Like a knight in shining armor, Oliver had arrived.  Andy admired the view of Oliver’s hairless, flat stomach and well-defined pectoral muscles on his naked torso.  The butterflies returned again.

“No,” DeShawn smirked, “just keeping everybody in line.”

“These two?” Oliver inquired incredulously, “I have a hard time believing they were out of line.  Why don’t you keep moving?”

DeShawn turned now and squared off against Oliver and the two men sized each other up.  DeShawn was clearly a huge slab of muscle and he would likely land several damaging blows if it came to it, but Oliver did not look the least bit intimidated which gave the large man pause.

“You going to let him talk to you like that?” the guy that had come over with DeShawn urged.  He clearly wanted to see a fight.

“It’s not worth it,” DeShawn decided, “but I got my eye on all three of you.”

“Consider us warned,” Oliver replied sarcastically.  A look of rage flashed across DeShawn’s face, but then he and his pal turned and sauntered off down the length of the barracks.  There they recounted their tale with some of the other larger looking jocks and laughed at their conquests.

“He’s an asshole,” Oliver grimaced as he sat on the lower bunk across from Billy and Andy, “what’d you do to piss him off?”

“Literally nothing,” Andy said.

“We were just sitting here talking about band,” Billy completed.

“Some guys just feel like they have so much to prove, I guess,” Oliver shook his head, “I don’t get it, personally.”

“Me neither,” Billy agreed, “there are a ton of guys like that at my school too.  Think they are better than everyone else.”

Oliver removed the towel from around his neck and produced a vial from within a mini fridge that had been installed near his bed.  He drew a small amount of the liquid from inside the vial and inspected the needle.  “Still want to see?”

Both of the other boys nodded eagerly, and Oliver pinched the skin on his smooth stomach and depressed the plunger on the syringe.  Then he quickly pulled the needle out and dumped it in a coffee can.  “See, nothing to it!”

“That…” Billy said, “was awesome.”

“Right?” Andy laughed, “doesn’t that hurt?  You didn’t even flinch!”

“No,” Oliver thought, “it’s a really small needle.  Barely feel it.”

“How bad were the showers?” Billy worried.

“Ok,” Oliver explained as he put away his supplies, “I guess I was surprised how many guys chose to just go naked.  Your pal, DeShawn, was on full display in there.  I guess it’s normal for some of them on sports teams who are exposed to those situations.”

Andy was surprised, “You don’t play a lot of sports?”

“No,” Oliver laughed, “I lack what some people call coordination.  You assumed I played sports though from the look of me, didn’t you?”

“I mean, yes.”

“I like to run,” Oliver continued, “keeps me in shape.  I tried out for baseball a few times but got tired of sitting on the bench so much.  What I really enjoy is the theatre.”

“My school doesn’t have much of a theatre program,” Andy added still quite surprised by Oliver’s revelation.

“Our high school does,” Oliver smiled, “and I can’t wait!  In junior high we just had a small drama group that met regularly, but I really enjoyed the improv acting.  Just going with any given scene and seeing where the craziness takes you.”

“Sounds like fun,” Billy smiled.  For the first time, Andy noticed the way Billy was looking at Oliver and he felt like he may be looking in a mirror.  In just a short time Andy had become a huge Oliver fan and evidently so had Billy.  And then there was Oliver, who seemed to have no clue what effect he was having on the others.

“Well, I’m going to call it a night,” Oliver decided, “they’ll be shutting off the lights soon anyway.”

“I’ve got a watch that buzzes when the timer goes off,” Andy turned to Billy, “still want me to wake you in the morning so we can shower in peace?”

“Yea, that will be better.”

Andy climbed to his top bunk and, not long after the lights went out, he could hear Oliver’s gentle breathing from below.  He risked a peak over the top rail and saw Oliver’s handsome face sleeping peacefully.  He smiled and rolled back over with those butterflies in his stomach again.

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In the morning, Andy’s watch buzzed right on time and he changed into his swimming trunks before waking Billy.  The two boys made their way over to the showers and were glad they had the large open space to themselves.  They quickly cleaned up and dried off while talking about how cool Oliver was.  They returned to the barracks and Andy helped Billy straighten his bed so it would pass inspections and they got dressed for the day.

When they assembled in the yard about a half hour later, nearly half the boys were made to do push-ups for infractions found during the inspection.  Andy was pleased that he passed with flying colors along with Oliver and Billy.  But even after all was said and done, Officer Quince still made everybody run 2 miles.  The whole day was full of grueling exercises and marching exercises in the hot summer sun.  Officer Quince was never satisfied with anyone’s performance and if they dared complain they got to do extra push-ups.  It was an intense program and Andy’s only solace in the whole affair was getting to look over at Oliver’s nice body, glistening with sweat.

At the end of the day, Officer Quince revealed that this was a small taste of what the state police academy boot camp feels like.  No state trooper is allowed to be soft and these drills help separate the men from the boys.  The next day would not be as difficult and they would see the other side of becoming a state trooper, the class work and education.  Over the next several days they will learn from various individuals including crime scene investigation, SWAT, and a K9 unit.  They will be expected to present professionally and march to every location.  Failure to do so will result in additional exercises.

All the guys were very relieved when they were released for dinner that night.  Oliver remarked that he definitely wouldn’t need insulin after all of that exercise and he even felt a bit faint at times.  Andy, Billy, and Oliver sat together again and swapped details about the various aches and pains they felt and the unlikeliness of being able to walk in the morning.  They all desperately wanted a shower, but Billy and Andy were still on the fence about waiting until the next morning.  Eventually, Billy agreed to just bite the bullet and go with Oliver to the showers and get it over with.  Andy could not bring himself to commit and waited for them to return on his bunk.

Andy had a ripe smell and he knew he should have just gone to the showers with them.  Why was he being such a coward?  Finally, he realized how childish he was acting and changed into his swimming trunks and made his way to the showers.  As he approached, he saw that Oliver and Billy were already on their way back.

“Change your mind?” Oliver asked.

“Yea,” Andy laughed sheepishly, “I smell too bad.”

“You got that right,” Oliver chuckled, “We’ll see you back at the bunk.”

Andy entered the shower room and was relieved to see there were only a couple other guys and most of them were finishing up.  He walked over and faced the wall and turned on the water.  Andy had just begun to lather up when DeShawn and his tan buddy and another white jock with a bit of a sunburn strolled in.  They were all fully naked and Andy saw that DeShawn was not only large in muscle and size, but also in the dick department.  His flaccid penis was swinging back and forth and it was just as large as Andy’s erect penis.  The three guys decided to occupy the showers opposite of Andy.

“Hey there faggot,” DeShawn mocked, “did you see something you like?”

Andy ignored him and continued with his shower.

“I saw you check me out,” DeShawn spoke again, and his pals chuckled, “I know that I have a nice cock.  Go ahead, take another peak.”

Andy kept his back to them and started to rinse off hastily.

“You think I have a nice cock, Marc?” DeShawn asked of the tan guy.

“It’s one of the biggest I’ve seen,” Marc commented.

“You see,” DeShawn taunted, “Marc can look at my dick, because he’s not a fag like you.”

Andy felt a sudden heat of defiance and turned around to face the bully.  He was not prepared for what he saw, because DeShawn was stroking his massive shaft in both hands.  He was fully erect and maybe 9 or 10 inches long, staring lustfully at Andy.

“That’s right faggot,” DeShawn purred happily, “get a good look at that cock.”

Andy became vaguely aware that they were the only four guys left in the showers and both of DeShawn’s pals were also stroking their decently sized shafts.  Andy’s mouth felt dry and despite his pounding heart and the slight terror in his gut, he felt his groin stir with longing.

“You just going to stand there, faggot?” DeShawn invited, “our cocks aren’t going to suck themselves.”

Andy could feel his full erection tense inside of his swimming trunks.

“I could use a nice mouth about now,” sunburn chimed in as he waggled his fat white dick at Andy.

Every neuron in Andy’s brain was misfiring with mass confusion.  He wanted to walk over and put that dick in his mouth, but his legs wouldn’t move.  He also didn’t want to prove DeShawn right that he was just a faggot that would forgive all the hateful speech just because there was a huge cock on display.  But more than anything he suddenly heard the words “AS BAD AS MURDER!” thundering through his mind.  And so, Andy fled from the showers, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh, look at the faggot run!” DeShawn laughed, “guess we just have to jerk ourselves, boys.”

Andy didn’t have much to say to Oliver and Billy when he returned to the barracks and he told them he would just go to bed.  He lay on the top bunk fully erect trying to clear the memory of the huge cock between DeShawn’s legs, but he just kept thinking about it.  And he felt like he had just missed a huge opportunity to explore feelings that he didn’t quite understand, but he also thought he had made the right decision to run.  Who knows what those boys would have done to him?  Would they have stopped at just a blow job?  Or would they have demanded more?  And with three against one they could have easily overpowered him.

Andy tensed when he heard DeShawn and his pals return from the showers and pass by their bunk, but they were chatting amongst themselves and seemed to pay no attention to Andy at all.  Perhaps they were concerned that Andy had confided in his pals what had transpired and didn’t want to risk getting called out.  In any case, Andy tried to let it go and drifted into a fitful sleep where he dreamed about what could have happened if he had just sucked their dicks.

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In the morning, Andy had to quickly change his underwear due to an inconvenient nocturnal emission and then he got dressed and helped Billy straighten his bed.  Andy noticed Billy eyeing him curiously.

“What’s the matter?”

“You seemed off last night,” Billy replied, “I saw DeShawn and his pals go to the showers and then you returned rather shaken.  Did anything happen?”

“Happen?” Andy asked alarmed, “no, nothing happened.”

“They didn’t bully you in there?” Billy asked, “that guy clearly has it out for us.  It’s ok, you can tell me.”

“I mean,” Andy decided to mix some truth into the story since that is the best way to lie, “they said some rude things, but I was already almost done with my shower anyway.  So, I just left.”

“I’m sorry,” Billy put a hand on Andy’s arm and Andy realized for the first time how bright green Billy’s eyes were, like twinkling emeralds.  “We’ll go together from now on, early in the morning like we planned.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Andy smiled.

After 10 guys failed inspections that morning, they were all made to complete the appropriate punishments and run 2 miles as a group before heading off to their classroom duties.  Andy was put in the group that would go see the crime scene investigators and he was glad to see that Billy was also coming with him.  Unfortunately, Oliver was lumped in with a different group that would go see the K9 unit that day.  The three boys parted ways after breakfast as they were marched to their respective locations.

Andy found the next three days very enlightening and actually fun.  He and Billy bonded more and more, and they began to develop their own little inside jokes.  Andy felt bad that Oliver seemed to be out of the loop when they met for dinner at night and tried to bring the conversations back around.  The K9 unit was a definite highlight since they got to see a grown man tackled to the ground and also the SWAT team was impressive.  They threw a live flashbang for everyone to see and it was far louder than Andy had imagined.  Compared to the first few days, the rest of the week flew by and on the last day Andy was actually sad he would have to leave.

Andy and Billy made their way to the showers early in the morning and they enjoyed their alone time to chat and laugh about everything they had seen and experienced.  Then, as they were beginning to shower, Billy became quite solemn and quiet.

“What’s the matter?” Andy asked.

“I’m going to miss you,” Billy said, “I don’t have a friend like you at home and I may never see you again.”

Andy had not really considered this since he had his friends at home and he would get to ride back with Lisa in the car and share their stories with each other.  He suddenly felt what might have been mistaken as pity for Billy but in reality, it was a kind of love.  He walked closer and put his hand on Billy’s arm and looked into his green eyes.

“We can stay in touch,” Andy said, but wondered if it was true.  After all, they lived very far apart.

“Yea, maybe,” Billy smiled, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“What really happened in here that second night?”

Andy pulled his hand away and took a step back.

“I know you said it was nothing and you tried to hide it, but I saw your erection that night.”

“You what?!” Andy felt suddenly alarmed and betrayed.

“It’s ok,” Billy stepped forward, “I feel the same things sometimes, about other guys…”

Andy let Billy touch him and did not reflex away and he met Billy’s emerald green gaze again.

“Sometimes, I feel those things for you, Andy.”

“I’m sorry,” Andy blushed, “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Billy moved closer, “I know you like me too and we’ll probably never see each other again.  Why can’t we just share this one last secret before we leave?”

Andy was trembling beneath Billy’s touch and he slowly shook his head, but he didn’t move away when Billy moved right up against him and kissed him.  It was a flat, dead kiss with no passion to it and afterwards an eternity passed.  Then Andy kissed Billy back and both boys forgot where they were and what they had been talking about.  They felt each other and embraced as they began to kiss with more and more lust and desire.

Andy was surprised when Billy’s hand found its way down his swimming trunks and began stroking his erection.  It felt amazing to kiss Billy while he was being jerked off and he desperately wanted to return the favor, so he reached inside of Billy’s trunks and found the hefty shaft inside.  It was not very long, but it was thick and filled up the entire palm of Andy’s hand.  Billy moaned against his lips and Andy knew he was doing everything right.  He intensified his grip and Billy returned the favor.

The swimming trunks slid off Billy’s body and as his fully naked form came into view Andy looked down at his fat dick in his hand.  It looked massive against the thin frame with perfectly round balls beneath.  Andy let his own trunks fall off and then he was on his knees putting Billy’s fat dick in his mouth.  Billy moaned audibly and cried out Andy’s name.  Andy tried to fit the whole thing in, but he was struggling with the thickness and he didn’t want to accidentally nick it with his teeth or something.  He focused sucking the head instead and stroked the shaft with his hand.  Billy responded favorably and Andy continued to work the dick with his mouth and hand.

“Andy, you’re amazing,” Billy panted breathlessly, “it feels so good.”

Andy kept working Billy’s fat dick and stroked his own shaft the whole time.  He could feel the intense pressure in his dick and knew he would not last much longer.  He considered stopping to try something else, but he realized he wanted desperately to taste Billy.  He wanted to feel that fat cock drain into his hungry mouth.

“Oh shit,” Billy gasped, “I’m going to…oh God!”

Andy moaned and worked the shaft harder and faster, jerking Billy off as his tongue flicked over the tip.  Billy finally shot a thick, ropy glob of cum into Andy’s open mouth followed quickly by a more fluid splash across his cheek.  Andy savored the salty, slightly bitter fluid that Billy offered and a second later he let his own cum spray across the tile floor.  He licked the head of Billy’s fading erection tenderly and then he stood up for another kiss.

They held each other for a whole minute before cleaning up and putting back on their swimming trunks.  Billy was smiling the whole time and Andy couldn’t help but return the flirtatious glances.

“I can’t believe that happened,” Billy chuckled, “I figured you’d turn me down.”

“It was my first time, you know,” Andy confided, “I won’t soon forget it.”

“It was mine too,” Billy came in close again and gave Andy another kiss, “I really am going to miss you.”

Some awards and games happened throughout the last day, but none of the that seemed to matter very much anymore.  Andy was in his mind coming to terms with the fact he had been gay, and he absolutely loved it.  Every second with Billy had been like a dream and he was not ready for it to end.  When Andy returned home, he would be surrounded by people who saw being gay as a taboo, an evil act that was as bad as murder.  He would have to suppress this feeling and go back to the way things always were.  It wasn’t fair to have discovered something so profound, only to lose it the very same day.

Billy and Andy escorted Oliver to his ride home and they all shared a brief goodbye and made empty promises to keep in touch.  Then Billy walked with Andy to where he would meet up with Lisa again and head back to Walbash.  When they got close, Billy hugged Andy tight and they were tempted to kiss, but did not.  Billy smiled with a twinkle of tears in his gorgeous green eyes and Andy smiled back.

“I’ll never forget you,” Andy spoke, fighting back tears of his own.

“You better not,” Billy laughed.  And they hugged one last time, before Andy walked to the car where their sponsor was waiting.  He wanted to turn back and see Billy one last time, but he knew he could not.  He had to let this experience go and return home.