Dear Internet

Dear Internet

I have a confession to make, while many of the situations Andy finds himself are very similar to things that truly happened in my own life, I have taken some artistic license with certain aspects to hopefully spice up the story.  This third installment is quite the fabrication but also loosely based in truth.  After all, the best lies are those that are still somewhat rooted in the truth.  And what is a storyteller, if not an entertaining liar?

We continue our tale with Andy in high school for two years now.  Andy has just turned 16 years old and is the last of his friends to reach this milestone.  Andy gets his license on a Friday and to celebrate he and his best friend, Phillip, have planned a night of camping.  Chester will be there as well as a newer guy to join the crew, Brandon.  As they have aged Chester has become less nerdy and more and more popular with the ladies.  It was Chester’s growing popularity that truly brought Brandon on board and it didn’t hurt Phillip or Andy’s reputation through association.  We shall begin that Friday, in the height of summer, at Andy’s pool party.

THE CAMPING TRIP

As was custom for Andy’s summer birthday party, Renea had made an ice cream cake and the whole family had gathered at the grandparent’s pool.  Andy was in the pool with his friends, Phillip and Chester, and they were horsing around with one of their favorite games.  One of the them would clutch tightly to a large inflatable ball, which was slippery and not easy to hang on to, and the others would try to take it from him.  It had been nearly a half hour now and Andy was panting with exhaustion and lack of air from being dunked over and over, but he refused to relinquish the ball.

“This must be a record,” Andy panted and taunted the other two guys.  Phillip was a pretty big guy by this point and he did not have a hard time tossing Andy around, but he couldn’t loosen the iron grip Andy had on the ball.  Chester was very lean and muscular and took a more cunning approach to trick Andy into a false sense of safety.  Chester had shaggy, light-brown hair and a large nose, his most striking feature while shirtless was a long red scar down his chest, the result of open-heart surgery as a child.  Andy had noticed the development of Chester’s body over the years and found his friend to be quite attractive.  Chester even had that little treasure trail of hair below his belly button and very hairy legs, both things Andy found to be very sexy.

“You’re looking tired though,” Chester smirked, “It won’t be long now.”

Phillip moved quick for his size and managed to seize Andy again and shove him under the water.  The large ball kept Andy from staying under for very long because he instantly buoyed back to the surface.  Before Andy could get his bearings, that’s when Chester struck with a swift kick into the side of the ball which nearly succeeded in knocking it free.  Andy strengthened his grip and for a split second feared the ball would slide free before clutching it securely once more.

“That was a close one,” Phillip growled as he shoved Andy under the water once, twice, and then three times.  Andy buoyed back to the surface, panting for air and tried to put distance between him and the other two.

“It’s almost like you’re not trying,” Andy laughed.

Andy noticed too late that Chester’s eyes had flicked up to someone behind Andy.  Suddenly, Andy was clutched from behind, pounced on, like a gazelle and a lion.  The ball flew from his grip and Phillip caught it in the air.  Andy could hear his brother John’s laughter as John slid off his back.

“Damn it, John!” Andy roared, “You ruined the game!”

Andy took hold of John and proceeded to toss his brother out of the water and across the pool.  John was only three years younger, but he was quite small for his age and Andy had no issue sending him flying.  John of course came up laughing, because they had been tossing him around in the pool for years and he loved the thrill of it.

While Phillip was distracted by Andy and John’s exchange in the pool, Chester had crept up and easily popped the ball out of Phillip’s hands and into his own.  Phillip was so shocked and immediately began dunking Chester repeatedly into the water.

“Alright boys!” Renea yelled from the nearby porch, “That’s enough!  Dry off and come get some ice cream cake!”

The four boys climbed out of the pool and toweled off as instructed.  After the cake, Andy proceeded to open his new outfits and several items for which he had asked.  His grandmother unwittingly gave him another book for a much more mature reader, and it wasn’t even a stand-alone book but the third in a series: The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands by Stephen King.  It would be years later before Andy purchased the first book and ended up enjoying the series quite a lot.  It was all good, because Andy loved adding books to his collection.

After gifts, Renea pulled Andy aside and spoke very seriously, “The party is probably going to start winding down and I want you to remember to drive safe and be smart.  You and your friends can swim as long as you like, but you had better be at the campsite by nightfall.  Your father and I will come check that you all made it safe.”

The campsite was at his grandparent’s family farm and was just a small patch of grass that had been mowed down along the bank of the pond.  There were tents waiting for them and enough wood to make a roaring fire.  It wouldn’t be a far drive and Andy knew his mother was worrying needlessly, but he agreed to her requests.

Andy was relieved when his parent’s left and took John with them.  Andy just wanted to talk about the plan with his pals, but John was always lurking about wanting to be included in the older boys’ fun.  As they lounged in the pool Andy brought up the topic of Brandon’s arrival later that night.

“He said he was able to score a case of beer,” Chester confirmed.

“And I have a half empty bottle of Captain Morgan from my house,” Phillip smiled.

Andy had never had an alcoholic drink in his life, but he was anxious to try some that night.  Brandon was a newer student at school, and he had short black hair and an extremely pimple-covered face.  It was clear that some poor souls were just hit harder by puberty than others and Brandon was one of the unlucky ones.  Despite his looks, Brandon still had a mysterious quality about him that made him easy friends with almost everyone at the school.  He also had a bit of a rebellious nature that made him instantly cool.  Chester and Brandon sat next to each other in their sex ed class and became friends over a constant barrage of immature jokes and questions directed at their teacher.  At first it was a competition to out-do each other and eventually they started hanging out during lunches and outside of school.  Before long, Chester’s friend was part of the group.

“I’m not sure I even like beer,” Chester groaned, “had it a few times and it is not great.”

“But do you feel different?” Andy asked.

“Yea,” Chester nodded, “it will definitely do the trick.  I bet you’re going to be a ridiculous drunk, Andy.”

“Yea,” Phillip laughed, “you’re already so dramatic about everything.  You’ll probably be even more over the top.”

“Gee, thanks guys.”

The boys lounged a bit longer until the sun began to set, and they knew it was time to get going to the campsite.  They all took turns changing out of their swimming trunks in the basement and then they hopped into Andy’s old, white Ford Taurus.  It had nearly 110,000 miles on it, but the price had been right: cheap!  Andy was in love with his new car and he hung a pair of black fuzzy dice from the mirror that he had just received as a birthday gift that day.  Andy put on his favorite band, Relient K, and they took off down the old country roads of Walbash.

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After the boys had settled into the camp and Andy’s parents had satisfied themselves that everyone was safe, they quickly realized the campfire was too hot for the height of summer and they moved their folding chairs far away.  It was very buggy and hot and not the most comfortable camping experience and just about the time they thought they could take it no more, approaching headlights appeared on the lane.  Brandon had arrived with the booze and the fun could soon begin.

“I hope getting drunk is better than cigarettes,” Andy offered.

“You’ve had a cigarette?” Chester was surprised.

“Well, I tried one once,” Andy explained, “I saw Jessica sneaking one outside the school and asked if I could try it just once.  It literally felt like fire in my lungs and I coughed so much!  So, that curiosity was satisfied.”

“It’s better,” Chester assured, “trust me.”

“I bet Jessica laughed her ass off at you,” Phillip chuckled.

“Yea,” Andy laughed along, “it was ridiculous.”

Brandon shut off his truck’s engine and opened the squeaky door.  He approached carrying a large cooler and they could all hear the ice sloshing around inside.  “Don’t you ladies all get up at once!”

Phillip passed Andy his bottle of Captain Morgan and encouraged him to have the first drink.  He then walked over to where Brandon was setting down the cooler and fished a Dr. Thunder out from inside. While Andy watched Phillip, he unscrewed the cap and took a slug from the bottle.  The liquid burned but with a kind of sweetness and then there was a warm sensation through his chest after it passed.  Andy coughed a bit in surprise and Phillip exchanged the bottle of rum with the Dr. Topper he had just cracked open.  Andy took a drink of the soda and welcomed the cooling relief.  They all repeated this process, passing around the bottle and the soda until what little remained in the bottle was gone.

The boys sat sprawled out in their lawn chairs allowing the effects of the rum to take effect.  Andy felt something…perhaps a warmth in his cheeks and a sensation of just being heavier.  It was hard to define, but he tried to fight the feeling and not let it lull him into sleep.  Brandon had returned to the cooler and fished out 4 cans of Natural Light.

Phillip was the first to receive his beer as Brandon walked around and he drank it with a sour face, “this shit’s nasty!”

“Hey,” Brandon scolded, “it’s cheap and it does the trick.”

“Beggars can’t be choosy,” Chester agreed as he opened his own beer.

Andy took his beer from Brandon and quickly discovered that it was in fact very disgusting.  At first Andy nursed his beer because he couldn’t get passed the taste, but he soon realized it was getting worse as it got warmer.  Before long he chugged what was left in the can and the others passed him another.

“I can’t believe you smoked a cigarette with Jessica,” Chester suddenly mused.  Andy had almost forgotten that topic of discussion.  Jessica was not one of the most popular girls at the school, but she was good-looking and people noticed.  She was also one of the first girls in their class to noticeably begin to develop breasts.  Even Andy had noticed how perfectly round and perky they were.

“It was no big thing,” Andy slurred nonchalantly.   

“I had sex with her once,” Chester shared, “she wasn’t great, but her body was smokin’”

“Damn, not great?” Brandon mused in a shocked voice, “I figured she’d be amazing.”

“Well,” Chester paused hesitantly, “she just couldn’t do certain things.”

“God, I wish I could have sex,” Phillip chimed in as he took another swig of his beer, “probably Andy and I are the only virgins left in our class.”

“I’m not a virgin,” Andy let slip without even realizing the can of worms he had just unleashed.

“Damn! No way!” Brandon almost hopped out of his chair excitedly, “we need details now! Who with?”

Andy looked at the three pairs of eyes now staring intently at him and a trickle of sweat rolled down his spine from the summer heat.  His mind spun out as he recalled his time with Billy.  Andy finally responded, “well, it was just a blow job.”

“And…who with?” Brandon coaxed.

“Well,” Andy’s mind had nothing, no clever escape, just an empty void of silence in his brain, “a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“So, she’s either hideous and you’re saving face or you’re making shit up,” Brandon concluded.

“I’m not!” Andy was suddenly angered by Brandon’s leering look of disappointment.  He wondered vaguely if this strange fluctuation in emotion was a result of the alcohol.

“It’s all right if you don’t want to tell us,” Chester tried to give Andy an out, but Andy was already feeling a burning anger in his face and was not going to let it drop.

“It was Lisa,” Andy pulled out of the air, “we fooled around a bit a few years ago at this police academy thing.  She gave me a blow job, but we both realized it was just that one-time deal.”

Phillip looked very bummed at this news and Andy knew that Phillip had a bit of a crush on Lisa for quite a while.  Andy felt instant regret at spreading this lie, both for how it made Phillip feel and the repercussions if his friend, Lisa, ever found out.

“Wow,” Phillip added sullenly, “I guess I’m the only virgin after all.”

“Hey man,” Chester patted the big guy on the shoulder, “there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Besides, you’re not the only one,” Brandon assured after a moment.  Phillip gaped in puzzled silence at Brandon for a moment before dawning realization.

“You mean?” Phillip stuttered, “you never?”

“No,” Brandon laughed, “I talk a big game, but it’s just never happened yet.  There are probably more virgins in our class than you think.”

Andy chugged another beer and closed his eyes at the sudden dizziness he felt before collapsing back in his chair.  He let the other boys comfort Phillip while his own mind mulled over the lie he just fabricated about Lisa.  They were all friends still and perhaps that would protect him, because the others wouldn’t ask her point blank about the blow job.

“I wanna know why Jessica wasn’t that great,” Brandon brought the conversation back around.

“She has such nice breasts,” Andy added as he slumped further in his chair, “love me some big boobs!”

Andy toppled out of his lawn chair and began howling with laughter.

“Wow,” Phillip chuckled, “how many has he had?”

“I lost count,” Brandon brushed off as he focused on Chester, “I want details.”

“Andy’s right,” Chester shifted uncomfortably, “a gentleman shouldn’t kiss and tell.”

Andy had successfully righted himself in his chair again as he opened another beer.  He had suddenly taken interest in Chester’s story because it was not like him to dodge a question.

“Oh, youz gots to tell,” Andy smiled, “isss my birfday wish.”

“Dude,” Phillip laughed, “you’re wasted.  You should stop for a bit or you’ll get sick.”

“You heard the man, it’s his only wish to hear your story about Jessica,” Brandon prodded.

“She was too tight,” Chester covered his face, clearly embarrassed, “we tried to have sex, but she couldn’t and we just sort of played with ourselves instead.  It was a bit awkward and we never hooked up again.”

“I hear rumors she had sex with lots of people,” Brandon pondered, “thought that would loosen a person right up.”

“Those rumors probably aren’t true,” Phillip reasoned.

“No,” Chester explained, “she wasn’t too tight, I was just too big.”

Andy’s brain suddenly snapped back from whatever fog it had been drifting in and he stared open-mouthed at Chester.  He began forming words faster than he could process them, “Too big? How big is it?”

“I’ve not actually measured it or anything,” Chester replied sheepishly, “but it’s about 10 or 11 inches.”

“What the fuck?!” Brandon howled, “no wonder you get more pussy than the rest of us.”

Andy began to think back to all the times they were together in the locker room at school.  There were lots of guys that had large bulges and Andy assumed that they all had pretty good-sized dicks, but in comparison Chester’s bulge was always quite average.  Also, Chester was much shorter than most of the guys in their class and Andy always assumed that your growth height-wise was also correlated in your dick department.  Apparently, this was a false assumption.

“Surely, I’m not the only one with a bigger dick,” Chester noted.

“Not me,” Phillip sulked again from his chair.

“Definitely not me,” Brandon laughed, “I’m lucky to get 5 inches on a good day.”

“I’m 11 inches too,” Andy chuckled, “around!”

“You’re so full of shit,” Brandon punched Andy in the arm.

“Hey!” Andy tumbled out of his chair again, “that hurt.”

Andy got up and felt the whole world spinning and his stomach cramped violently.  He took two faltering steps away from the others and threw up into the grass.  Everything he had consumed and that nasty, cheap beer tasted 10 times worse as he expelled it from his guts.  He absently wiped his mouth as he swung back around.

“I don’t feel so good. Gonna lie down.”

“You do that,” Chester laughed at Andy, but Andy was too far gone to realize they weren’t laughing with him.  He laughed right along, which made the other’s laugh even harder.  They had set up the tents earlier and there were two boys to each tent, but Andy no longer cared which one he fell into he just picked one.

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Andy stirred in the early dawn hours when the birds were just beginning to come to life.  He had to piss so bad and he had an erection as a result.  He stumbled from the tent and he walked around behind it to relieve himself.  He had a terrible headache and he wanted to go back to bed.  He returned to the entrance of the tent and saw Chester inside with his sleeping bag barely over his body.  His bare, muscular chest was gently rising and falling and one hairy leg and both feet stuck out at the bottom.  Andy admired the scar on Chester’s chest and then followed the treasure trail of hair where it disappeared under the sleeping bag.

“Could it really be 11 inches,” Andy wondered.  He crawled back into the tent and lay down next to Chester.  Andy was meant to wake up next to Phillip, but he had accidentally used Brandon’s sleeping bag when he went to bed.  Now he was no longer tired and his head no longer ached; he lay there looking down Chester’s bare chest only inches away.  His heart was pounding.  His mind was telling him to touch his friend’s exposed body.

Chester stirred and Andy closed his eyes in feigned sleep until the rustling of movement subsided.  Andy opened his eyes and saw that Chester had repositioned one hand across his chest and the top of his pink and blue boxers was now visible.  Andy reached a tentative hand out and felt the hair on Chester’s treasure trail before feeling the firm abdomen underneath.  He felt the rise and fall of Chester’s breathing beneath his hand and he smelled the strong musky scent from Chester’s body.  Andy never realized just how sexy his friend really was and his dick stirred with desire.

Andy let his hand slide down from Chester’s abdomen and from the outside of the sleeping bag he felt for Chester’s supposed monster.  At first, he felt nothing at all and considered that Chester had been lying about his mighty manhood the night before, but then he found it.  It was tucked down and as Andy traced the shaft down Chester’s leg, he deduced that it must be about 5 or 6 inches flaccid.  Andy felt such jealousy.  His friend had the same sized dick when it was flaccid!

Andy briefly kneaded at his own crotch and the growing erection that had developed.  Chester stirred only momentarily, and Andy kept his hand to himself long enough to determine Chester was not going to open his eyes.  Then he returned to gently feeling the shaft of Chester’s dick through the sleeping bag.  He rubbed it slowly and gently and allowed the friction of the sleeping bag and his boxers to do most of the work.  Gradually, Chester’s cock began to grow beneath Andy’s touch.  Andy’s cock was so hard and leaking precum into his own tight underwear.

Chester shifted again and Andy lay back with slightly opened eyes against his pillow.  He saw Chester reach down and adjust himself before rolling his head to one side, away from Andy.  Andy was so excited and somewhere in his mind a small voice was telling him to stop, but the adrenaline and hormones were too overpowering.  He reached out again and touched the bulge that was now clearly visible beneath the sleeping bag.  Chester had adjusted his cock to lay flat against his belly instead of down his leg and it was now easier for Andy to access the entire shaft.  From base to tip Andy gently rubbed the steadily growing cock.  It just kept getting larger and firmer beneath his touch and Andy breathed deeply the scent of his hot friend.

Andy slowly grasped the edge of Chester’s sleeping bag and pulled just enough to make it slide off of Chester’s crotch.  The large cock in Chester’s boxers twitched beneath the fabric and Andy held his breath for a full 10 count while he took in the sight.  He’d seen plenty of huge cocks on the internet by this point and he fantasized about them all the time but this one was real, and it was only a few inches away.  What most excited Andy was the fact that HE was the one that made that cock hard.  He liked being the one responsible for pleasing that monster cock in Chester’s boxers.  Andy’s mouth watered with a desire to please that cock too.

Andy felt the shaft some more with only the material of the boxers in his way and he agreed that Chester was at least 10 inches long and quite thick now that he was erect.  Eleven inches might have been a stretch, but it was definitely a monster cock in the flesh.  Andy would have never dreamed that such a beast was within reach all along.  He just stared at it kept playing with it and felt how incredibly hard it was in his hands.  Chester’s massive cock was the only point of interest and nothing else seemed to matter to Andy.  Andy was really starting to get into it when he looked slightly to his right and saw Chester, eyes open, watching him.

“Holy shit,” Andy yelped as he pulled his hand back as if it were a hot stove.

“I told you it was big,” Chester smiled, “you got curious I guess.”

“Yea,” Andy was so embarrassed and he felt sick to his stomach and his cheeks were instantly flushed, “I’m so sorry.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” Chester shook his head, “we all get curious.”

“Yea, I suppose,” Andy sat up in the small space and looked down at Chester feeling suddenly very vulnerable and perhaps dirty.  Chester referred to it as a curiosity, but for Andy it was something more certain, more concrete.  But Andy had lied and told everyone he liked women, so why would they think differently.

“Damn, I’m so horny now,” Chester grabbed his shaft through his boxers and shook it fiercely as if to show Andy just how big and hard it was, “the least you could do is finish me off.”

“Really?” Andy asked hesitantly, as if the jaws of some trap were about to spring shut.

“Yea,” Chester pulled his boxers down and the huge cock made an audible slapping sound against his abdomen that made Andy’s own dick twitch with desire.  It was a beautiful cock with a perfect bulbous, round, cut head.  The section just below the head was a little bit thicker and continued down to the small soft balls that had grown tight with the excitement.  Andy cautiously lifted the shaft from Chester’s abdomen and felt one large vein on the upper side of cock that sort of wiggled its way down half the shaft before disappearing beneath.  Andy used one hand to stroke the length of the massive cock slowly.

“Damn, that feels good,” Chester encouraged, “I haven’t cum in a few days.”

Andy was made more confident by Chester’s words and began to stroke the shaft a little more vigorously.  The large cock felt so heavy and warm in Andy’s grasp and his own cock was straining with such desire against his own underwear.

“Want me to return the favor?” Chester asked, “It’s only fair…you stroke me, I stroke you.”

“Ummmm…” Andy suddenly felt very self-conscious about his own body and his dick?  Well there was no comparison.

“Come on,” Chester urged, “it’s just weird if you’re not getting something out of this too.”

“Ok,” Andy agreed uncertainly and then began to undress.  His own cock came out of his underwear fully erect and Chester seemed slightly surprised by this fact.

“Are you…liking this?” Chester asked, suddenly concerned, “like really liking it?”

“Uh…” Andy floundered for a moment, “no, I just woke up with morning wood.”

“Nice,” Chester smiled, and he reached out for Andy’s dick as Andy settled on the sleeping bags next to him.  Chester’s hand was a bit rougher than Andy’s own hand and there were strange callouses from where Chester was trying to learn the guitar, but the feeling was a very welcome change.

Andy reached across Chester’s body and stroked the huge shaft.  Reaching in such a way, in addition to the size and heft of Chester’s massive cock, caused a slight burn in Andy’s deltoid muscle as he jerked his sexy friend.  Andy’s dick twitched and leaked pre-cum fiercely as he heard a slow rumble of a moan from Chester.

“Mmmmm, yea,” Chester spoke breathlessly next to Andy’s ear and a tingle went down Andy’s spine.

Chester was stroking Andy so hard and fast now that Andy could not take much more.

“Yea, stroke that big dick,” Chester’s eyes were fully closed and Andy was wondering what fantasy he was thinking about as Andy increased his pressure on that mighty shaft.

Andy suddenly came all over Chester’s hand and he held his breath to stifle the moans of ecstasy that threatened to escape his lips.  He thought he was done cumming and then Chester’s rough hand touched his sensitive dick in just the right way and a few more sprays of cum came in quick succession.  The warm fluid leaked off of Chester’s hand and splashed on his abdomen.

“So warm,” Chester smiled, “you came fast.”

“Sorry,” Andy laughed a bit.

“Don’t be,” Chester smirked, “I must have done something right.”

“Are you getting close?” Andy asked, hoping he was doing everything right too.

“Not really,” Chester shook his head, “but you do feel good.”

“I want to help you finish,” Andy replied, “since you helped me finish.  Fair is fair.”

“I’m not stopping you,” Chester agreed.

“Maybe if I suck it?  It might help?”

“Like I said…not stopping you.”

Andy sat back up and leaned in over Chester’s mighty cock.  Andy gently felt the head of the cock with his lips and then while slightly sucking he moved his mouth up and down the shaft allowing spit to settle on the shaft.  Andy then worked the massive cock with his hand and then both hands.  He tentatively put the head of the cock in his mouth and sucked just the tip while he continued to stroke with both hands.  Saliva from his mouth allowed for better lubrication as he jerked the massive shaft.

“Holy fuck, that’s good,” Chester moaned.

Cautiously, Andy switching to jerking off with only one hand and allowed his lips to part and slide down the shaft further.  He took about four inches of the hefty cock in his mouth before he felt his gag reflex start to kick in and he backed off.  He let the saliva coat the cock and continued to jerk his friend.  After a moment he went back down on it and swallowed more of the shaft than before.  At the halfway point the cock struck the back of Andy’s throat and Chester stirred with pleasure at the sudden constricting around the head of his cock.

Andy loved seeing Chester’s favorable response to his blow job and sucked a bit more before letting the cock head hit the back of his throat again.  Chester moaned and his abdomen flexed revealing the tight muscles beneath.  Andy kept stroking and sucking and occasionally teasing the head of Chester’s cock with the back of his throat.  Chester’s cock seemed even harder and bigger than before and Andy wondered if it really was a full 11 inches.  It didn’t matter, he just wanted to please that big cock and satisfy his horny friend.

Andy used his throat again to squeeze the head of Chester’s cock and this time Chester responded by grabbing the back of his head.  Andy was instantly alarmed, but he had no choice to comply as Chester said, “take more of it.”

Andy didn’t think it would be possible, but as Chester’s cock was forced inside Andy felt himself opening his throat like you do when you say ‘aaaaah’ and more of the huge dick slid inside than before.  It was only there for a moment before Andy’s gag reflex kicked in and it was ejected out, but then Chester’s hand was forcing him back down.  Andy breathed hastily through his nose and then swallowed more of that huge cock.  Chester bucked desperately with pleasure in response to Andy’s tight throat around his cock.

Chester removed the hand from Andy’s head and Andy took over on his own.  Now that he knew it was possible to take more, he was going to.  Andy started to really bob his head up and down, sucking out to the head of the huge cock before plunging it back into his throat.  Sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing.  Andy was in heaven as he satisfied this glorious monster in front of him.

“Holy shit,” Chester gasped, “this is the best fucking blow job of my life.”

Andy was swallowing nearly three quarters of Chester’s massive cock now and only occasionally did he feel the urge to gag.  If he kept up a certain rhythm it was not hard to do, and he continued to work his massive friend up and down and he tasted Chester’s salty pre-cum on the tip of his tongue before plunging back down as far as he could go.  Andy became vaguely aware that his own dick was fully erect again.

Andy was surprised again when Chester’s hand returned to his head again during one of his downward strokes and shoved him the farthest down on that cock he’d ever been.  Andy choked and gagged in response, but Chester kept his head down as he began unloading his seed into the back of Andy’s throat.  Andy thought he would vomit from the sudden explosion of salty fluid being forced down his throat, but he quickly constricted his throat and swallowed desperately to fight the feeling.  The constricting of his throat as he swallowed caused Chester to unleash more and more salty cum into his mouth again and again.  Finally, when he was completely spent, Chester released Andy and both boys collapsed on the floor of the tent.

“Holy fucking shit,” Chester gasped, “that was amazing.”

“You came in my mouth,” Andy stated in both wonder and confusion at what just happened.

“Sorry, dude,” Chester chuckled, “I guess I got carried away.  You were just so good at that.  Better than I expected.”

“It wasn’t a bad thing,” Andy mused, “just unexpected.”

“No girl ever sucked me off like that,” Chester continued excitedly, “it’s like you knew what was feeling good and you acted on those things.  Maybe because you’re a guy you have some intuition.  Whatever it was, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Andy smiled as he wiped some of Chester’s fluid from his mouth and savored the flavor of him still lingering.

“Don’t worry though,” Chester stated, “this is our little secret.  Curiosity satisfied.”

“Right,” Andy agreed uncertainly as he drifted to sleep next to his friend.

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When the four boys finally started to stir again it was nearly noon.  They collapsed the tents and packed up their belongings and they made sure there was no trace of beer cans in the area.  Then they grabbed their fishing poles and made their way down to the pond where they spent an hour or two trying to catch a fish.  They managed to catch a few, but they were all small and not worth keeping.  Andy and Chester avoided talking to each other and Andy kept close to his best friend Phillip while Chester strayed over to the far side of the pond with Brandon.

“How did you like getting drunk for the first time?” Phillip asked.

“I wouldn’t recommend it as an everyday occurrence,” Andy smiled as he fought with tangle in the his fishing line.

“No kidding,” Phillip agreed, “you puked everywhere.”

“It was fun though,” Andy thought as he looked out across the pond at Chester, “not a night I’ll soon forget.”

“Can’t believe you were with Lisa once.  You two have always been close, I guess I should have saw it coming.”

“It was years ago,” Andy assured him, “I know how you feel about her.  There’s nothing still between us other than friendship.  You could tell her how you feel?”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I hear she’s been sneaking around with that jerk, Trevor.  There’s no way I can compete with a guy like that.”

“Come on,” Andy looked over his shoulder at Phillip, “you’re a good-looking guy.”

“Maybe if I lost 150 pounds and could play basketball.”

“Lisa may be interested in Trevor, but he’s a meathead and she’s really smart.  It’s not a lasting relationship I would imagine.”

“You seem different today,” Phillip considered, “where is all this relationship advice coming from?”

“You’re right,” Andy chuckled, “I’m the last person that should be giving advice.”

Andy gazed across the water at Chester and Brandon laughing at something and he couldn’t help but remember how good it felt to have Chester’s cock in his mouth.  He wanted it again so very badly.

The months after Andy’s birthday were strange and now that Andy could drive, he spent a lot of his time at Phillip’s house.  He’d drive into town and they would walk around the neighborhood or film stupid homemade videos.  Together they would listen to new music they liked or play Phillip’s new favorite obsession, Monopoly, for the thousandth time.  Andy was really starting to hate Monopoly.  But Chester never came around anymore.  He used to always show up for everything, but no longer, and even Phillip began to comment on how much he missed his friend.

Time went on and as the summer reached its peak, school was just around the corner.  Andy really wanted to speak with Chester by this point and he knew he needed to get him alone.  Andy stopped by Chester’s grandmother’s house, where he lived, one afternoon and she greeted him in a bathrobe as she commonly did.  She directed Andy to the next room and then she took up her spot in front of the TV once more.  Andy wound his way through the kitchen and found Chester in his room.

“Hey there,” Andy said.

“Oh, hey,” Chester nodded as he kept his hand and eye on his PlayStation.

“I was hoping we could talk,” Andy began, “It seems like you’ve been ignoring me since the camping trip.”

“No, we’re good,” Chester shook his head again, “in fact I’ve just been busy.”

A moment later a young-looking girl appeared next to Andy in the doorway.  She must have just come down the hall from the bathroom.  Andy tried to place her, but he was not sure who she was.  She was very thin and awkward looking with long, lank red hair.   She had almost mouse-like features and very pale skin.  “Oh, hello.”

“Hi,” Andy said as he let her pass into the room.

“This is my new girlfriend,” Chester said as he finally paused his game.  The girl walked over and basically sat on his lap and they started making out in front of Andy.  Andy stood awkwardly in the door feeling his face heat with jealousy and also a realization that he had been extraordinarily naïve.  Chester was a straight guy with a huge cock and their brief encounter had been nothing but a sexual experiment.  He had only wanted to get off and then forget the whole thing ever happened.

“Her name is Rachel,” Chester continued when the two finally came up for air.

“Hi,” she giggled again at Andy as she rubbed Chester’s shoulders.

“Ah ok,” Andy shrugged with uncertainty, “well, I thought I would check on you since Phillip and I had not heard much from you.”

“I’m good,” Chester smiled, “isn’t that right, baby?”

Rachel laughed at him and began kissing again.  This strange girl made a show of reaching down and massaging Chester’s crotch right in front of Andy.  Andy wondered in horror if Chester had shared his sexual exploits with his new girlfriend and this display was clearly sending a message that Andy wasn’t welcome here.

“Not right now, baby,” Chester whispered, “we’ve got a guest.”

“I can go,” Andy huffed.  His face felt like it must be burning red with anger and embarrassment.

“Yea,” Chester winked, “we’ll see you around at school.  Ok?”

Andy had turned his back and stormed out without a response.  For weeks and months he had allowed the idea of Chester to fill his mind.  Chester had clearly liked their moment of fun and Andy thought maybe they could have another.  But Chester had been out finding new fun with new people; this girl Rachel.  The slut.

Andy had just reached his car when he heard Chester behind him, “I know why you came here.”

Andy looked back at Chester standing in the doorway.  Chester walked out and closed it behind him.

“We had fun,” Chester explained, “but I don’t want to do it again.  I’m…I’m just not gay.  Ok?”

“I know,” Andy stared back with one hand on his car and he was shaking now with anger, self-hatred, and maybe a little fear.

“Do you have anything you want to say?” Chester asked, “I know it must not be easy.”

It was the first time someone had given Andy the opportunity to say it out loud.  It was the first time Andy could have put into words this fundamental truth at his very core.  He was gay.

“No,” Andy managed through gritted teeth as he fought the urge to cry, “there is nothing I have to say.”

Andy slammed his car door and drove away from Chester’s house.  He made it about five blocks before he had to pull over at the local ball diamond so he could cry.  He cried so hard and punched the dash of his poor Ford Taurus as he screamed in rage and frustration.  He despised himself and he asked God why he did this to him?  Why was he like this?  Why me?

It took a lot of time, but Andy eventually regained his composure and cleared the tears from his face.  His mind had taken all his sexual urges and fantasies and he buried them.  There was a clear resolve in his eyes as he left that ball diamond.  A furious need to not be gay anymore.  Maybe he wouldn’t be anything, just focus on school and get a job somewhere.  Occupy his time with running or various activities.  He didn’t need this shit anymore.  When he got home, he took his printed pages of Zack and all the other guys he had jerked off to out into the back yard and set them all on fire.  He stood there watching them burn.

If anyone enjoys my story so far, I'd love to get some comments.  What you like? What you want to learn more about?  There are some sex free chapters coming up, which may not be popular on this outlet, but I find this process to be therapeutic; an opportunity to share my story through the eyes of another and, surprisingly, there is more in my life than just sex.