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Who Do You Love? Ch. 01

By: HesperaNova



Andy was feeling a little dizzy when his mother woke him in the morning to go to school. He had a pretty rough night, tossing and turning and thinking about the day that was ahead of him. But, most of all, he thought a lot about what had happened the weekend that had just passed. 

He was really afraid to show up in school, terrified of what would others think of him now, after everything. But a little bit of joy was born inside his soul, making him tremble with desire. Once again. Not again, a small voice said, but something else, stronger even than him, was restless and unnerving, leaving his bones like melted butter. 

He finally woke up, ate something that his mother had left for him in the kitchen and then, all washed and dressed up, he encouraged himself to take one step after the other. Last year in high school and this had to happen! Andy was still dumbfounded, what was that all about, after all? 18 years and one mistake! 

Only one mistake, he thought! But that seemed enough to make of him now the laughing stock of the entire school. And he could not understand why, after all these years of being a good boy, of learning all stuck up in books and taking care to be a perfect normal teenager. Eat well, learn for hours, exercise as you may and please, don't do all that stuff that kids do when they want to upset their parents! 

All was laid out pretty nicely for him until he got struck. Struck by what? By lightning? Somehow, that seemed a little bit more alluring for the moment, but, in fact, Andy was glad to be alive. So alive!

He passed the gateway and he was headed for his classroom when someone called:

"Hey, Andy!"

He turned and saw the person that he was so afraid, and yet, so eager to encounter. Jack, the school famous reject, older than anyone else, because he had to repeat one year, was striding across the high school lawn and he was coming towards him, with a sneer on his face. Andy stopped with reluctance and Jack grabbed his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth just right there. 

The passers-by began to laugh and Andy, with his eyes tightly shut, could picture what they were thinking: "Andy is Jack's boyfriend now, madly in love, indeed, and what happened with that passion for Brad? Oh, all gone, so quickly! Andy might be cute, but, come on, how can you let somebody like Brad for somebody like Jack? That was so not it!" 

What Andy could not think of, though, was that he caused a lot of envy, too, and not few were the glances of admiration. But Andy could not see that, all lost in Jack's tight embrace, in that kiss, still so powerful and overwhelming, that he was feeling like he could live without air for hours and hours. 

***

All had started right after the football game. The whole school had watched how their brave team crushed the opponents. And Brad was looking gorgeous that day. As usual, Andy was day-dreaming about him, the most beautiful boy in school, and everybody was aware of his so called 'hidden' passion for the football player, everybody but Brad, or so he had thought until that day. 

So others boys and girls commented on his dreamy face, full with longing, when Brad disappeared to the locker rooms after enjoying the victory with his team mates and the fans. 

And then, the couch yelled at Andy and he gave him that little medal, telling him to go to Brad and give it to him as his beautiful wife was waiting for him to celebrate together. Andy walked timidly into the boys' locker room, his head empty, his heart full. 

The naked bodies, the warm scent of joy, all was mixing in his head, making him weak in the knees. And then he saw Brad, so beautiful, so full of himself, confident and happy. He was instantly lost for words. 

He just held the couch medal and pointed at Brad, bubbling and not making any sense of it all. But Brad had been quicker than him. He took the medal from his stiff hand with a smile and than he raised his arm and grabbed Andy's chin between two fingers, caressing the cute face. And those words, Andy felt a little bit like dying right there when he heard those words.

"Here is my prize then, ha?"

Andy blushed, wondering if it could be true, Brad thinking of him as a prize. But he did not have enough time for thinking as Brad took him in his arms, pushing his naked body into him and kissing him like crazy. 

All the boys were cheering and joking and laughing around them, but, for Andy, it was like the whole universe had stopped magically and only he and Brad were there, alone and in love. 

He did not know exactly when the kiss had stopped, it could have lasted for ages, as long as he was concerned. And Brad laughed at him and said, kissing him gently, once again, on his swollen lips:

"I am waiting you at my 19th birthday party, then, right?"

***

The party, alas, finally! Andy thought a lot what to dress, how to comb his hair, what shoes to wear. All of a sudden, everything became so complicated and the result was far from being satisfactory. 

When he looked in the mirror, all that he could think of was that he was not a match for Brad and that kiss was only an accident, Brad being so happy because of the victory and Andy just happening to be there when the football star wanted to kiss somebody, just for fun and nothing more. 

But still, he could not bring himself to let down his own hopes, so hope that was that made him pass the door, get into the street and to the house where the party was being held. 

Andy entered, hoping for the best, expecting the worst. When he finally saw Brad, the beautiful boy was surrounded by many teenagers, boys and girls, all looking very happy to be in such a wonderful company. 

Andy retired in a corner, afraid to be seen, so helpless and so needing. He did not care very much for what was to be done in a situation like this, so he was a little unprepared. Plus, he was very much used to live his passion inside, without really thinking that the tables could turn one day. So he sat there, all eyes and ears, all his attention on his lovely Brad. And when the football player saw him, he blushed like a girl. 

But Brad did not call him, nor did he do anything to prove that he noticed him. And Andy felt like a stiletto was stabbing his young heart. 

So he just fiddled around, with a can of beer in his hands, stealing occasional glances in the direction of the object of his desires. Somebody was watching him, in the same way that he watched Brad, but he did not notice that until a firm hand pressed his shoulder. 

"Hey, Andy! What are you doing? Hoping for Brad to notice you?"

A little mockery felt through the young person's voice, and when he turned, Andy recognized Jack, another boy in school, one with a bad reputation, long black hair and leather jacket. All in his composure spelled 'trouble' and Andy backed away a little. 

"Hey, hey, come here!" The hand held him still, making it impossible for him to move without performing a strange stunt. "I would like to help you," the voice like tainted silk embraced his ear. 

Jack brought Andy closer to whisper this, like sharing a big, big secret. Andy blushed again, he could feel the young man's aftershave in his nostrils, that close he was. Too close, he thought and already felt a little trembling passing through his body. 

"Hi, Jack," he managed to utter in a low tone, trying to sound casually, even though he had never spoken to Jack before. But he knew who that was.

"Look, here, kiddo, if you want Brad to see you, and I mean, really see you, you must get his attention."

"And how do I do that?" Andy asked, unaware of the events that were put in motion by his sheer timid interest. 

"Well," and now Jack got even closer, almost touching Andy with his hip, "you must make him a little jealous."

"Hey," Andy sounded for the first time defensive, "how do you know about me and Brad?"

"Oh, well, like it is a secret or anything!" Jack said in the same mocking tone. "And, by the way, there is no 'you and Brad', as you may well see, there is 'Brad and everybody else but you', isn't it, Andy?"

Taken aback by the simple logic, Andy remained silent for a moment. But, as he could not get help anywhere, he thought that he might as well take a chance with this fellow, so he asked, leaving aside any cautions:

"How can I make Brad jealous? First, I am not sure if he would care about it, and second, everybody, as you said before, is already around him, praising him!"

"Well, not everybody, right?" Jack raised an eyebrow, like he was scolding Andy for ignoring the obvious. "I am here with you," said Jack, pointing an accusing finger at him, "and I have nothing to do, so I might, as well, give you a hand in this matter. What do you say?"

Jack was hovering over him right now, and Andy thought that it was not exactly a wise thing to refuse such a helping hand. He succeeded only to mumble a few words, already dazed by the smell of leather and expensive aftershave and, now he noticed, by the strange look in the magnificent big hazel eyes. Jack's eyes. 

Andy wondered how he had never noticed before how big and beautiful were Jack's eyes, bordered with black, thick, long eyelashes. But, after all, Jack was that kind of person that Andy did not care much for spending time with. So observing those eyes had not been a top priority, so to speak.

"What are we going to do?"

"So you're in!" Jack nearly shouted as he was not sure that Andy would say 'yes' to such a proposition. 

"Yes, I am, I want Brad to know I am here, after all, he asked me to come!" Andy started to talk rapidly, like he was afraid that he could not say a word later on. Only if he knew!

"Let's dance!" proposed Jack and immediately took Andy in his strong arms, making him move at his pace. 

Andy was not exactly sure how he ended dancing slowly and dirty with Jack in the middle of the room, right in front of Brad and everybody else. Jack was keeping him close, their bodies glued together like they were only one. 

Andy kept his forehead buried in Jack's neck and he felt too terrified to even think about what he was feeling. Jack held him with one arm firmly crossed over his shoulders and the long fingers were caressing the nape and the neck of the smaller boy. The other hand was squeezing his ass, other long fingers massaging the round buttocks through the fine pants material. 

Andy was perfectly ashamed as he felt a thrill surging through his entire body and focusing in his loins making him having a hard erection. He was afraid that if he let go Jack then anyone would see his state. 

On the other hand, he was aware that Jack felt his erection through and he was ashamed of that, too. But he decided that he was safer in the taller boy's arms so he kept Jack tight, squeezing his shoulders as hard as he could, trying to think of something sad to cool off his body, but those fingers were continuously torturing him, now letting his ass and crawling along his back up and down. 

"Jack, please," he managed to mutter under his ragged breath. "Please, let me, please!"

"Oh, Andy, but look, you have all Brad's attention now, oh, he's coming this way!"

Andy raised his head and turned to see a surprised and angered Brad that stopped right next to them.

"Andy, you did not tell me that you were going to bring your boyfriend with you!"

"Brad, Jack is not my boyfriend!"

The music stopped magically and his shout was heard by everybody in the room. 

"Oh, he is not? And why are you making out with him right here, where everybody, especially ME, can see you?"

Brad crossed his arms over his chest and he looked down on Andy, waiting for a plausible answer. Andy could not find his words and he looked with wet eyes at Jack, waiting for help. After all, he was the one that got him into such a trouble! 

But Jack remained silent, even worse, he was now fiddling with Andy's golden curls like they were alone, not in a room full of people watching them. Then he looked at Brad, as helpless as before, but the football player seemed annoyed and furious. 

"Well, I suggest you two lovebirds take a hike, as this was not exactly how I had decided to spend my birthday! And you know, Andy, I really wanted to stay with you tonight but, it seemed you had other plans."

"Brad, please," Andy was pleading now with his eyes full of tears. He hated Jack and he hated himself, all he had to do was to wait till Brad would have noticed him and then, all would have been alright, not messed up, like now. 

Brad turned on his heels and dismissed Andy like he had no desire to see him before his eyes. Jack dragged him by his shoulders and, meanwhile, all the others began murmuring and gossip spread like electricity. 

***

Andy felt destroyed, angered and ashamed, but he let Jack lead him out. Once outside, he felt like it was all a strange dream, but the strong arm that was circling his shoulders did not let him linger too much on that thought.

"What was all that about? Why did you do this to me?" Andy asked, confused and furious, trying to escape Jack's warm embrace. 

"Hey, kiddo, don't you know? You lose some, you win some..."

"Oh, and, what, exactly, did I win?"

"You won me, Andy."

Jack said that gently, the mockery from his usual tone all gone and Andy remained silent, not knowing what to say after hearing such a statement. After several minutes, he managed to speak:

"Jack, it is not fair! I like Brad and he likes me! You do not have the right to get between us!"

"Brad likes you? Andy, let me refresh your memory a little! When I came to you to make a proposition, Brad pretended that you were not even around, let alone like you! And you, if you were so sure of Brad's feelings, how come you were so eager to dance so close to me to make him jealous? Do you have an answer to that, clever boy?"

Andy remained silent and felt very, very guilty. He stopped with Jack near a large oak tree and caressed Jack's cheek in the dark. He could not see him, but he could feel his breath and yes, he could feel his pain, maybe. So he got closer and embraced Jack. 

Somehow, it felt the right thing to do right there, in that moment. Jack responded and embraced him, too. But he went a little further, he began kissing Andy's neck, first gentle, then firmer, and climbed to Andy's chin, then he got to the hot cherry lips. 

He put Andy with his back against the oak tree and he started to kiss him harder on the mouth, forcing his way through the smaller boy's teeth. And Andy let him, he did not know exactly why, but he let him, after all, he was in love with Brad, not with Jack, but the kissing felt so good and he did not want to end it, at least not right away. 

He felt a hot tongue into his mouth and he let in the strange feeling. He was now rubbing his entire body against Jack's and the young man let his hands wandering all over the trembling boy, making Andy squirm under his actions. 

They were kissing now, lips against lips, tongue against tongue, and their hard erections were rubbing against one another in a slow, yet demanding tempo. Andy felt he had to do more, but Jack stopped and said in a neutral tone:

"Let me take you home."

Andy could not tell what was the meaning of this, one minute they were kissing like crazy, like they were on the edge of taking off their clothes to go further, and now, Jack was perfectly cool, like nothing really happened. He was way over his head in this, Andy thought, so he agreed and let Jack take his hand and keep it like it was a small fragile bird and they walked towards Andy's home, in silence and a little unhappy. 

At least Andy felt that way, lost and empty. He wished he had the nerve to kiss Jack again and to make him kiss back harder, but he felt consumed and tired. 

Soon they got to the front of Andy's house and they had to part. Andy turned and looked up at Jack's face, the courtyard lamp casting a gentle light over his figure. Jack seemed a little lost in thoughts and he was watching through Andy, like nobody was really there. 

"Well, I guess this is 'good night' then," Andy said in a small tone. 

Jack did not answer, instead he lowered his head and kissed Andy again all over the cute face, whispering in his ear:

"Oh, baby, you are so beautiful, I want to fuck you right now..."

Andy blushed heavily, his head assaulted by those hot sexy words. He felt wanted, longed for, like never before. All that he had hoped for till that moment was that Brad will notice him, talk to him, maybe kiss him every now and then, but that thing with Jack seemed too much to handle, and yet, the perfect thing to happen. 

Jack lifted Andy's lithe body and pushed him to the ledge of the porch, putting his ass on the hard cement. The slender boy's legs curled around Jack and Andy began to breathe heavily. Now, he could feel Jack's hard cock crushing his and it was the most amazing thing that ever happened to him. 

Jack kept kissing him, caressing him and pushed against the young body, till the trembling became so powerful, that he let go and asked gently:

"We should wait for a proper moment, shouldn't we, Andy?"

'Wait' was not exactly an option for Andy, as he could not bear it any longer, so he just begged:

"Please, Jack, do something, don't leave me like this!"

And Jack laughed softly, his gentle fingers going down the heaving chest, to the pants, circling the young cock through the material and massaging the soft balls. The nifty fingers opened easily the buttons and got inside, freeing Andy's dick. 

"You like that, Andy? You want me to give you this?"

"Yes, yes," Andy whispered helplessly.

Jack began rubbing the shaft with one hand, while using the other to roll the hairless balls in his palm, squeezing erotic little cries from Andy's mouth. 

Andy gripped Jack shoulders, using him for leveling himself, afraid to fall over from so much excitement. Jack kept kissing the young dreamy face, but he did not stop from playing with the boy's dick. With a final louder cry, Andy released himself, covering Jack's hand with white cream. 

Jack laughed again, a little harsh, or so Andy thought. 

"You are a big boy, aren't you?"

Andy blushed and he tried to compose himself, straightening his clothes. 

"Jack... I am sorry, just that..."

"Hush, baby, you don't have to say anything," Jack calmed him down, caressing the young face with his lips. "And your cream is soooo sweet", he said, sucking greedily his fingers covered with Andy's cum. 

The smaller boy felt little and insecure all of a sudden. He wanted to run away, to hide and he did not know why, because he felt really good, happy even, free and joyful. Jack was doing the darnest things and that made him feel overwhelmed and excited beyond his powers. 

"Next time, you will do something for me," Jack added and Andy wondered if that was a threat or a promise. "Now, go to sleep, you need to get your strength back." And he patted Andy on the ass, leading him towards the door, where they kissed for the last time that night.

To be continued

Who Do You Love? Ch. 02



Sunday passed by with Andy spending most of his time indoors, trying to read something, but, in fact, doing nothing but dream about Jack. He almost cursed himself for being so weak, he so wanted to turn his thoughts to Brad! At least, there, he felt safe. Safe, in like being ignored by Brad and Andy helplessly in love, but that was a feeling that he was used to, not something new and refreshing rattling his nerves. 

So he tried and tried to chase away Jack from his mind, but to no avail. That face, boyish, but made of a rougher material than Andy's, with something of a man in it, haunted him for the entire day, mixing up the words from the book lied down in front of him. Even late at night, sleep refused to come and Andy left for school Monday morning feeling nervous and overly excited.

Now, in the schoolyard, he was again in Jack's arms. Andy felt like crying and laughing at the same time. When he finally drew up his breath, he realized all the other kids were hurrying towards their classrooms. Jack let him go of him, but not before whispering against his moist lips:

"Wait for me after hours, in the back of the cafeteria. I want to show you a good time."

Andy nodded and then ran towards his classroom, worrying about being late and trying not to think anymore about Jack's velvet tongue and the meaning of his words. 

While Andy was in class, learning about Contemporary History, an interesting conversation was taking place in the boys' bathroom. Jack was standing face to face with Brad and the blond football player looked interested in hearing the news.

"So how did things go with the little boy?"

"Do you really want all the details?" Jack asked, the same mockery back in his voice. "Would you like to know how his face looks when he cums? Or how he pleads for more when touched down there?"

Jack was looking a little frightening with his leather jacket collar raised up, his hands in his pockets, sitting carelessly against a sink and studying without shame Brad's finer traits. Brad scrutinized Jack with sort of astonishment and contempt, but he looked pretty interested in what the bad boy had to say about Andy. 

"Yes, yes, tell me everything, I want to know if he is ready to get fucked... you know, I normally do not waste my time with beginners, even though they have, of course, a certain charm... but, you know, all that hesitation, 'Oh, I must take it in my mouth right now? Can't we wait? What if I don't like it?', you know, all the whining, shit like this... it's annoying and boring..."

"Oh, then why are you so interested in the boy? He is rather shy."

"Yes, but I like him, he has such a cute face and a gorgeous body, and I would love to have him under me, squirming and pleading for more... so, come on, tell me, is he ready to take it up the ass or not?"

"Oh, he is ready alright... but I am not sure if your technique is exactly what he needs."

"Let me be the judge of that!" Brad came in front of the other boy, trying to look a little more frightening than usual, but failing.

"Hey, take it easy, what got into you? Relax, the boy admires you, he would do anything that you ask of him. Frankly, I don't know what you needed me for, as a matter a fact, he may as well fall in love with me..."

"With you? Don't make me laugh!"

A strange light fired Jack's eyes for a mere second and faded away.

"Exactly," he sighed, "why would Andy do that... Anyway, I walked him home Saturday night as you told me to and I showed him a few tricks."

"Tricks? What tricks?"

"Oh, well, I showed him how it is like being kissed and caressed and turned on and... how good a hand job can be when it is performed by somebody else. He is ripe for fucking, I'm telling you, man, you don't have to wait any longer."

"Well, thanks for the info and for the help, of course. Here is your money... and all this remains between you and me, OK?"

"OK," Jack said curtly, pushing the money in his pocket without even looking. "But, Brad, let me tell you something... I think that you needed me to prepare Andy only because you did not want everybody seeing you running after a virgin and led by the nose by a sweet piece of ass. Afraid of being refused, wonder boy?"

"I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself." Brad smiled icily. "And I want to tell you this. You got paid, you don't know me. Dig me?"

"Oh, I dig you," Jack started laughing, leaving Brad with a big sign of surprise on his face. "And don't forget, you find him in the back of the cafeteria, after classes, waiting to get fucked really good. I hope you can deal with his passion... it burns really bad this thing, you know, a virgin's love?"

"I can handle it, don't worry," Brad said, in the same chilled tone.

They parted without shaking hands, and Brad was looking quite happy after having this conversation with the high school black sheep. The future was looking bright and he could not wait to have Andy in his bed. As for Jack, after he exited the bathroom, his face became anxious, his eyes turned darker and his hands clenched in his pockets. And that was supposed to be an easy task! Who would have thought?

With his heart pumping hard, Andy went directly to the meeting place as soon as the classes were over. Nobody was there and he felt his heart falling a bit. He sat there with his back against the wall, looking down and feeling miserable. So he was fairly surprised when a hand grabbed his chin. Right in front of him was standing Brad, looking as beautiful and untouchable as before.

"Andy, what are you doing here?"

"Aah, Brad, hi! I... I mean... I was supposed to..."

"To meet your boyfriend, right? Well, he is not coming, how about that?"

"He..."

"Yeah, that's right, he left you here, to wait like a fool!"

"How..."

"Hush, I know many things that a little boy like you doesn't."

"I'm not that little!" Andy felt angered all of a sudden.

"Of course, you just need more time to grow." Brad was mocking him and Andy started to feel even worse.

Brad scrutinized the beautiful face and said abruptly:

"How about spending the afternoon with me, then? What do you say about that?"

"I'd love to," Andy managed to mutter, but, strangely and surprising for him, he was sad that Jack left him like that, without a word, without seeing him. And he supposed to be happy to be with Brad, his love for almost four years of high school.

"You don't look very excited to be with me ... Maybe you want to be alone, then!"

"Oh, no, Brad, I am so glad you came, I feel so ashamed, I want to be with you, I did not know if I have a chance after Saturday night..."

"Hey, hey, easy, easy, let's go, there is no need to explain. Jack is 'past tense', right?" Brad asked, looking very attentive in Andy's eyes.

"Jack? Jack who?" Andy mumbled, but he was on the edge of crying, without even knowing why. 

Brad circled Andy's waist and all of a sudden, pushed his tongue into his mouth. Taken aback, Andy had an instinct of pushing him away, but he let Brad kiss him, after all, it was him who he loved and he supposed to feel good in his arms. He kissed back, but a tear ran down his cheek. That kiss was nothing like the kisses he got from Jack, but he tried not to think at the comparison. 

Maybe he was a little shaken, a little tired and a little too consumed. He lied to himself and embraced Brad powerfully. Brad interpreted that as lust and started to snake his hands inside Andy's clothes, eager to touch that perfect skin and to enjoy himself really good. After all, he was not used to long after somebody, not even those few days that he had spent thinking about taking Andy's cherry. 

So he pushed and pushed and managed to undress Andy of his t-shirt and then he started to unbutton his pants. In that moment, Andy stopped.

"Brad, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like, Andy? I want to see you all naked!"

"Brad, please, not like this!"

"What? Oh, fuck, you were all over the floor at my house with Jack! He was like fucking you through your clothes! And now you act like a stupid girl! What the fuck!"

"Brad, please, don't be mad, I am afraid that somebody can see us, we can get expelled, you know..."

"Oh, I guess you are right, we are on school property and the principle will not appreciate this kind of extra-curricular activities. OK, put your shirt on and let's go!"

Andy got dressed and followed Brad, that was walking rapidly in front of him. He was barely keeping up the pace and soon, he realized that they were going towards Brad's house. He did not like that, even if it was what he wanted, him and Brad, being together, but everything was happening too fast, the kiss had been almost brutal, lacking affection and he felt incredibly sad. 

He thought about Jack, even if his mind was reeling, he wondered what happened, all seemed OK and, now, all of a sudden, that. Maybe Jack got tired of him really quick, and he told Brad where Andy was to spare himself of a scene. Andy felt like a ball passed between players, like in a mental game. He could not put all the pieces of the puzzle together, there was something missing, he felt it in his blood, and now he found himself running after Brad, without wanting it. 

***

They got to Brad's house and the football player grabbed his arm and almost pushed him inside. Andy was scared a little and tried to speak:

"Brad, please, this is too quick!"

"What do you mean?" Brad was already taking his clothes off. "Take your clothes off, too! I wanna see you naked! Now!"

His harsh tone made Andy tremble, but not from desire, but from fear. He began to undress, but Brad came to him and hurried him to get naked. 

When they were both in their birthday suits, Andy was feeling almost nauseated. Brad took him in his arms and began kissing him, leaving wet and red marks on the soft skin:

"I want you, Andy! Don't you want me, too?"

"Yes, yes," muttered Andy, almost certain that he had to say 'No' but could not.

The boys got on the couch, Brad on top on Andy's slender body. A hand began pushing against Andy's legs, forcing them open and spread. Then, the sinful hand got between the round firm buttocks and a finger began pushing in the entrance. Andy pushed back and tried to escape, but Brad was keeping him still, pushed in the couch.

"Don't move! Stop it! It will hurt you good! Damn it!"

"Brad, please, please, it hurts too much!"

"Andy, you are here, naked, under me. No way that you will get out of here with your cherry intact, do you hear me?"

From that moment Andy did not speak a word more. He heard that it hurt the first time and he tried not to think about the pain, he tried to feel a little bit aroused, but nothing came out of it. Brad spit in his palm and began massaging Andy's tight ass entrance. Andy calmed down a bit and let in the sensation of being penetrated like this. The now slick fingers entered him slowly, Brad trying hard to be patient with the little virgin. 

"I am going to put my dick in you. Bite this if it hurts too much," he gave Andy a small pillow. 

Andy grasped it like it was a life-saver, closed his eyes and tried to relax a bit. Brad's hard cock pushed inside and the pain was horrendous, stinging like hell. Andy's body was covered in sweat, tears were running freely down his cheeks now, while Brad was working on him. 

The pain began to fade away, and Andy's breath finally transformed into a ragged whisper.

"Do you like it, Andy? Do you like me to fuck you?" Brad's eyes were bright and he looked happy.

So Andy was grateful for that, he wanted to make Brad happy, so he murmured a 'yes' even though the sensation that was surging his body was not one of pleasure. The pain was not so great anymore, but he still felt uneasy. He closed again his eyes, trying to compose an aroused face, but he knew better now. He did not enjoy sex. 

He was fairly convinced now that he preferred a good hand job instead of this horrible pain and bad sensation. Brad was pumping harder now and he released himself inside Andy, with a final growl. He collapsed on the young boy's body, and covered Andy's face with kisses, trying to make him feel a little better. 

"How is it, Andy? How do you feel?"

"I'm OK," Andy whispered, but his heart was shouting something else. 

Brad was satisfied enough with the answer, so he got up and said:

"I am going to take a shower, care to join me?" 

So Andy got up, too, took Brad's hand and joined him in the shower. He slowly washed, looking strangely at his body, trying to figure out what was lost, what was different, and he could not see anything. Afterward, Brad helped him dress up and Andy felt a little cared for, but not loved and cherished like he had been dreaming for years. He bid a sad farewell to Brad and the football player did not seem to care much about Andy's state of mind. He just kissed him hard again on the mouth and said:

"Andy, you are now my boyfriend. So don't mess around with Jack anymore!" He seemed dead serious about it, and Andy asked himself why Brad was talking about Jack when he was supposed to not care one bit about that. But he just nodded and left.

To be continued.



Who Do You Love? Ch. 03



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.

*****

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.

***

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."

"Oh, I see," Jack fell silent. 

But Andy suddenly grabbed Jack's shirt and kissed him abruptly on the mouth, almost knocking their teeth together. 

"I missed you, Jack, I missed you," he whispered, almost crying, "where the hell have you been?" 

"I'm here, baby, I'm here," Jack responded, kissing the full lips. "I thought you were happy..."

"I'm not, well, I'm not! Are you satisfied now?" 

"Hush, baby, hush! I want you really bad, I missed you, too, but you are with Brad now, isn't that what you hoped for?"

"It was, until I met you. Now, please, kiss me!"

Jack complied and started kissing Andy on his sweet face, on the closed eyes, on the wet cheeks, on the full lips. He remained down and he put his hand on Andy's cock, stroking it gently. Andy grunted softly and released a small cry of surprise, when Jack lowered his head and took the hard dick in his mouth. 

Then he let himself enjoy the feeling. The boy was sucking on his cock like it was a delicious lollipop, he was making soft long moves, than he started to move faster, bringing Andy close to his release. But he was stopping, letting the need for explosion fade away just a little to start over and over again. Andy was on cloud number nine now, he was feeling like he was getting the blowjob of his life. 

It was his first, really, and that thought made him tremble with desire and longing. Jack's mouth and tongue, which he used to circle the penis head from time to time to make Andy squirm, were amazing. Andy could not hold it any longer and he let Jack know with a small, strangled voice:

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Jack engulfed the whole dick in his mouth and kept it there till the last drop of Andy's semen got in his throat. He withdrew carefully and licked his lips, smiling at Andy, who looked back at him, his face beaming.

"Thank you, Jack, that was amazing, amazing, amazing!" Andy felt like dancing, like jumping, but he kissed Jack and tasted his own cum from the boy's lips.

"Nobody did that to you, baby?" Jack asked, while kissing gently Andy's nose and forehead, sitting all spread over the lithe body and pushing between his legs. 

Andy became sad again. 

"Brad is ok, you know, but he does not... I mean, gush, I don't know how to tell you..."

"He doesn't suck your dick," Jack said sharply. Andy sensed that Jack was a little furious, but he did not deny it.

"No, he does not like it, I guess, I don't know why... we do not really talk about things ..."

"And I guess he does not do other things either, right?"

"I don't know, what things? He..."

"Yes, baby, what?"

"He is fucking me," Andy said in one breath and blushed, happy that it was so dark and Jack could not see his face very well.

"Oh, and how do you like it?"

"I don't know, I guess it's good..."

"You guess..." now Jack seemed really amused. "This means it's not." He was really laughing now and Andy started to squirm a little under his weight.

"No, Jack, it's not like this. I mean, I guess I don't like that kind of sex too much. I like kissing and touching and sucking... but that is just ok," Andy sighed.

"You mean, ass-fucking?"

"Yes," Andy felt like his cheeks just caught fire. 

Jack stood up and sat down on the bench next to Andy. He circled his shoulders with one arm and with the other hand caressed the cheeks and the sweet mouth. 

"Andy, you are so sweet... I love kissing your lips, I love sucking on your nice dick, I love feeling your body... you're beautiful, you know that?"

"Jack..."

"Hush, I want you to hear all these, you deserve it." 

"Jack, you're hard," Andy exclaimed when he accidentally placed his hand over Jack's crotch.

"Yes, I am, this is how you make me feel, Andy. That day, in the parking lot, when I held you in my arms, I wanted you so badly, I wished I could take you with me..."

"Why didn't you come that day, to meet me?"

Jack frowned.

"Err, it was all mixed up then..."

"Mixed up? How?" Andy inquired, feeling a little restless and uneasy.

"There was Brad... and the things you said... you were liking him for years, you'd just met me, it was kind of..."

Andy felt that Jack was hiding something, but he did not let that thought bother him right in that moment. So he decided to let it slip and started to kiss Jack in passionately. 

"Hey, gorgeous, do you remember that you promised me something?" Jack asked with a heated voice, interrupting the kiss, so they could breathe. "Can I have it now?"

"Yes, yes," Andy mumbled, "ask me anything, Jack, ask me all that you want, you make me feel so good..."

"I want to fuck you, baby, will you let me? Will you let me put my dick in your sexy ass? I want to lick you down there, I want to taste your hole before I enter you..." Jack was murmuring while planting sweet gentle kisses on Andy's neck and ears, making the boy feel like his skin was on fire.

"I want it, Jack, but I am afraid, I am so afraid that it hurts..." 

"I will make it good for you, trust me, gorgeous, I will take you to paradise..."

Andy was not sure of that, but he let Jack undress him. Then, he got up, so Jack could drink in his whole figure and lay down on the grass, spreading his legs wide open and calling Jack to take him. Jack threw off his clothes, hurried and aroused like hell. Andy held out one hand and grabbed Jack's big dick. He felt like dying of pleasure, his dick was throbbing, too, and he was enjoying immensely that sensation of happiness that was coursing through his young body. 

"Let me get it slick, it is so big," he asked, and Jack let him take his penis to the lips and suck on it gently. 

Jack sighed and grunted and finally he asked:

"Andy, baby, please, stop, or I will come too soon and I want to be inside you." 

He raised the slender legs up in the air and started licking the nice bud of Andy's ass. Andy felt like electricity was riding through him. He let Jack ravish his anus with his slick tongue and felt something that he never had felt with Brad. Like Jack was opening something secret inside of him. When Jack let go of his ass, he felt deserted. But then he felt the tip of Jack's cock pushing on the entrance and starting to slip inside very, very slow. 

"How is it, baby? How does it feel? Does it hurt?" Jack's voice showed real concern and Andy raised a little to kiss him.

"No, Jack, please, fuck me already!"

Jack did not need any more encouragement, so he started to move, gently at first, but when Andy hurried him, by grabbing his hips and urging him to enter more, he let himself go. He started to fuck Andy powerfully, their bodies fitting perfectly. He whispered dirty words, and Andy felt his dick getting hard as rock, when Jack finally entered balls deep in him, pushing an internal button, that secret place, and Andy begged:

"Jack, it's so good, please, touch me there, inside, with your dick, like this, again... aarrrhh, please, don't stop, please, fuck me... fuck me, fuck me harder..."

Jack was more than happy to oblige to such sweet begging and penetrated Andy's ass in a steady rhythm. He took Andy's hard dick in his hand and he began rubbing it, eliciting dirty moans from Andy's beautiful lips. When he felt that Andy was coming, he pushed himself deep in that amazing ass that was gripping his dick, sucking it inside and then, they came together, moaning loudly. 

They fell in the grass, Jack over Andy, both satiated. 

"Jack, it was amazing... I have never felt it before... how do you know..."

"Eh, baby," Jack said trying to catch his breath, "I just love giving it to you, you are my best fuck ever."

"Jack, please, don't lie! I'm just..."

"What? Beautiful? Sexy?" 

Andy laughed. He was really happy, really, really happy. He was glad that Jack was so good at fucking. Brad was nothing like Jack in this field. No, nothing like Jack... he concluded. It was like eating bread for ages and then trying the tastiest cake ever. 

"Shut up! You're making me feel bad..."

"Why, because you have a gorgeous ass and I would like to get up in the morning with my dick in it?"

Andy laughed again. Jack was so funny and good-natured and, yeah, most of all, incredibly sexy. Brad was gone from his mind like an unwanted guest. He squeezed the broad shoulders in his arms and kissed Jack deeply. They stood there, with their legs tangled, for several minutes, kissing and enjoying one another, like the entire world was gone from their view.

What am I going to do now? Andy asked himself while still holding Jack close in his arms, his head on the generous, hard chest, as the sex heat started to fade from his young body. Jack was caressing his hair and they were both silent now. Jack spoke first.




Who Do You Love? Ch. 03



"What are you thinking about? I can almost hear you..."

"..."

"What? Cat got your tongue? Or sex is making you a silent little lamb?"

"Jack, stop joking, I have no idea what to do right now!"

"Oh, I see, you are thinking about your lovely wonder boy..."

"Yes, I think about him, how could I not? He is my boyfriend!"

"Oh, yeah, ... your boyfriend... and what am I to you?"

Andy raised his head and tried to see Jack's eyes through the dark.

"But, Jack, what AM I TO YOU? Only a good fuck?"

Jack straightened himself, too, and Andy could tell by his abrupt movement that he managed to anger the young man. 

"Yeah, Andy..." he said almost inaudible, "... my best fuck ever, like I told you..."

Andy felt ashamed like never before. Only a fuck! Not even when Brad had taken him the first time, he had not felt that badly. He got up and he angrily put on his clothes. Jack stopped him half way.

"Wait, baby! What are we fighting about here? Hey, wait a second, would you?"

"Jack, how are you able to make me feel this way? One second I'm in heaven, the next, I descend in hell!"

"Don't be so dramatic!" 

"Well, I don't know about you, but I am hurt here! Don't you notice? You're lashing me with your harsh and cruel words!"

"But, Andy, it is true, I never felt better with anyone in my entire life! This is not an insult... please, come here, let me kiss you... I'm sorry, I don't mean to hurt you..."

Jack was keeping Andy's face in his hands and started kissing the sweet lips. But Andy resumed his activity and managed to get fully dressed while Jack was still savoring his mouth.

"Jack, look," Andy said, cutting the kiss short, "I admit, having sex with you is awesome, but..."

"What, Andy? C'mon, say all you want to say!" 

"I'm Brad's boyfriend," Andy breathed that out. "I don't know how things got so messed up, but I cannot leave him for somebody who considers me only a good fuck."

"Oh, so it is better to lose your time with somebody who..." Jack let the phrase unfinished.

"With somebody who... what?" Andy asked, feeling again entitled to be suspicious.

"Nothing, go on, run to your blond boyfriend... do whatever you want..." Jack started to get dressed, too, turning his back on Andy. 

"Can I see you again?" Andy said, almost pleading now, realizing that he might have been too harsh with Jack.

"Why? To show you what it means to get fucked really good? Oh, Andy, you are such a slut!" Jack raised his voice and Andy felt a sudden rush of rage, so he turned Jack to him and punched him hard in the face.

"How dare you?" Andy's eyes were now wet, but he closed his fist again ready to throw another punch.

Jack was keeping his hand on the cheek where Andy's punch had landed and his eyes looked really scary in the poor light. But he remained silent and still, then he continued to dress up like nothing happened.

"What, Jack? Are you afraid of me now? Why don't you beat me, like you did with Brad in the parking lot?"

"You don't deserve that much waste of time," Jack said sharply and his words were like knives thrown in Andy's direction.

And they landed all in Andy's heart. He did not say anything more. He left feeling again empty like an opened bottle forgotten in the merciless desert sun. Andy was starting to hate that. Ever since his love and sex life had begun, everything seemed to have gone down the drain. He lost his principles, he did not know who he did love and, most of all, he did not know who he was anymore. It was way too bad. He just had to do something. 

Andy entered the house to find Brad more than a little tipsy. And that made things even worse.

"Hey, look who's coming! My boyfriend... yeah, all give Andy a round of applause... he is so good... especially when he gives me head..."

Everybody was laughing now and Andy felt his head spinning. Brad was making fun of him in the cruelest way possible. How did all that happen? 

"Brad, please, shut up, you're making a fool of yourself!"

"Andy, shut up, your mouth is made for fucking not talking..." Brad was laughing.

"Brad, I will leave now, I hope you find somebody to take care of you as I don't care how you are going to get home tonight. Good night!"

All stiff and red in the face, Andy left the house, leaving Brad with his stupid friends. He tried to look cool but he knew better now that Brad was not like he had dreamt of. He was egoist, self-absorbed and, yes, pretty lame in bed. 

But what surprised Andy was that Brad's words did not seem to hurt him as much as Jack's, but he considered that he simply got a tougher skin after all that happened and that, when you suffer, you don't seem to care that much what people throw at you. What he denied inside his soul was that Jack meant more to him, and, therefore, his words cut deeper. No, not in the whole world could he admit that. 

To be continued.



Who Do You Love? Ch. 04



Author's note: This is the final chapter, good people. I want to thank you all for reading, and I also want to offer my apologies for the sadness and disappointment I caused with this little story. For everyone who still enjoyed the story, despite its flaws, a big, big 'thank you' from the bottom of my heart! I hope the conclusion will be pleasing.

*****

Andy was all alone now. He did not call Brad and Brad did not call him the next day. Even it was a little strange to think of, that made him feel pretty relieved. He just hoped that it was all over. After all, he had a lot to study and there were plenty of things to do, than sticking around a football player that did not love him or care for him. Andy knew that there will be a lot of gossip, but he hoped that he won't make the headline for long. After all, high school life was never boring, and there was always something else to talk about. He just needed to keep his head high, and pretend not to hear it, until the crowd was going to sink its teeth in someone else's life.

It was Monday again and Andy went to school alone, as he had done for almost four years before Brad. When he got there, he managed to follow another way to avoid Brad and his moron friends. He had almost escaped when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to see Brad, standing there, all by himself, regret showing in his blue eyes. 

"Hello, Andy..."

"You better make it quick, Brad, I don't have all day, what do you want from me?"

"I know I was ..."

"An asshole?"

"Yeah..."

"And what are you going to do about that?"

"Apologize?" Brad raised an eyebrow to ask for a confirmation. Andy thought that he was really cute that way, but he knew better now. Funny how seeing things for what they really were made him feel suddenly detached. 

"Whatever... it does not matter anyway."

"So we're cool now?" Brad tried to hug him.

"Cool? Meaning? I am not upset anymore, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, good! I will pick you after hours!" Brad lowered his head to kiss Andy's lips, but the boy evaded the embrace.

"No, Brad, this is over. I thought that it will be hard to say this to you, but it is not. All you care about is your person. I don't know how I could be so blind! You are egocentric and you treat me badly." He shook his head in disappointment while saying that. 

"No, no, Andy, stop, you don't know what you are saying, c'mon, you know you love me..."

"No, Brad, I don't love you. In fact, I am not sure if what I have ever felt for you was love. It was an image I was in love with. I thought you were a good person, but you are not."

"You will regret this!" Brad was furious. He let go Andy and raised a menacing finger. "Everybody will laugh at you. I will tell everybody what we did together..."

"Would you stop already, Brad? Everybody already knows all these. And you know why? Because you told them! How stupid do you think I am? Well, let me break it to you. Not anymore. First, I tried to ignore the rumors, but, after a while, I realized that you were the one spreading them. Everybody knows how you fucked me, so what can you say more?"

"Oh, I can say more..."

"What? Bullocks? Don't go too far, people will know you're lying."

"No, no, there is one more thing..." 

"What thing?"

One of the teachers stopped by them and asked in an authoritarian tone:

"Boys, get to classes, stop loitering in the hallways!"

They parted, Brad sneering and Andy wondering what Brad had meant by that. He was soon to find out. 

***

It was after hours, when Andy got face to face with one of Brad's friend, a tall boy with a solid stature, one that played defense. 

"So, Andy, when are you going to make my cock feel happy?" The boy rudely asked, grabbing Andy's waist and pulling him in his strong arms. "I heard that your pussy is sooooo sweet!"

"Let me go!" Andy pushed against the heavy male, without managing to budge him one inch.

"What? Am I not enough man for you? Eh?"

"What are you talking about? Let me go!" Andy struggled to free himself, but for the taller boy it was only a game to let him loose one second and grabbing him close the next one.

"C'mon," the boy said, starting to chew Andy's ear, "Brad told me how you got banged for testing before he tried you on and how he got tired of you, so he told me to feel free to try you, too..."

"What?" Andy felt blood ringing in his ears. 

"Yeah, everybody knows now that he hired Jack to fuck you first, so that Brad won't be forced to break you." 

Andy felt tears in his eyes. That was way too much. He could not believe Brad to be such a coward and so mean to say that he was not his first. Now, the bully was feeling him up and he could not escape. It was awful, he felt like dying inside. And all that thing about Jack, that must had been a lie, it was impossible... but yet, pieces of information were falling together, completing the puzzle. 

The party. Jack's sudden interest in him, the kisses, the missing date, the fight in the parking lot, those unsaid words... It was true, but for the fucking part. So Jack had to return to complete his job, Andy thought bitterly while still struggling against his assailant. The boy was sneering while he tried to get his hands in Andy's pants from behind to grab the gorgeous butt. 

"Let the boy go!" A strong voice made the bully stop and turn to see who was daring to challenge him.

Andy saw Jack, standing there, the same dangerous fire in his hazel eyes. 

"Don't you think you must deal with someone more of your size?"

"With you, skinny?" The bully was laughing, but he let Andy go from his hands. 

"Yes, me." 

With no further ado, the bully launched himself at Jack. But Jack, being lighter and flexible, just got out of the way, making the bully meet the concrete with his face. People were gathering again to watch another fight. Andy was sitting in a corner, terrified, looking at the fight with his heart clenched. He was terribly afraid that Jack was going to get beaten really badly. He was supposed to hate him for what he had done, but Andy could wait to hate Jack till all this was over. He heard two girls not far away from him talking vividly:

"They are fighting over Andy!"

"Oh, what does this boy have and we do not? Boys don't fight over us like this!" 

"Oh, you heard what Brad has done? He started spreading rumors that Andy is a slut!"

"I don't believe it. Frankly, Brad has been a jerk with Andy and I think Andy really loved him. Now he is just trying to get back to Andy for dumping him when he could not bear it anymore."

"Yes, I heard that Brad is a moron. A girlfriend of mine told me that he is not even good in bed."

"Yes, me too, I heard that, too. I don't know how Andy was so patient and understanding with him. But he is such a good boy, he has always been." 

"Yes, he is really sweet, I can see why Jack is so mad about him..."

Andy could not believe his ears. He felt a little bit relieved that Brad's lies did not work, but most of all, he felt a jolt of joy bubbling in his chest when he heard those girls commenting how Jack was mad about him. But his dear Jack was now in real danger, as he and the bully were rolling over the parking lot, clenching and thrusting and shouting at each other. 

Jack was an amazing fighter, Andy thought. He could not believe how he could avoid the bully's punches so fast. And it was Jack that got on top once again, and now he was beating the hell out of that boy. 

"Do you surrender? Tell me, do you surrender?"

"Yes, please, please, don't hit me! Please! I surrender!" It was quite a show to see that bully crying like a baby, while Jack was shaking him mercilessly. 

"And you will never touch Andy again?"

"No, never, I promise!" 

"Good, I will let you live then," Jack said in the same menacing tone. 

He let the bully get up and the boy ran away as fast as he could from Jack and his punches. Andy went straight to Jack and grabbed his arm:

"Thank you, Jack, if it had not been you..."

"Are you ok, baby?" Jack asked, caressing a smooth cheek and looking into Andy's eyes with an unguarded gaze that turned the other boy's stomach into knots. 

"I'm ok, how are you? You are the one that has just been in a fight!" Andy was almost shouting, due to the panic that he felt the entire time the two boys were clenched in their duel. 

"I have tough skin," Jack laughed hoarsely, sending jolts of heat directly to Andy's belly. "Don't worry, let's just get out of here!"

Andy was so worried that he did not see anything else but Jack who, from time to time, was sighing and putting one hand to the side. They got to Jack's car and Andy offered to drive. He gently helped Jack enter the car, and then they drove off.

Jack gave Andy all the directions to his house and when they got there, Andy helped Jack again to get out of the car and enter the house. Jack let himself fall on the couch then he called Andy:

"Oh, Andy, how you get me in all kinds of fights, baby!"

"I'm sorry, Jack, I really am, I tried to get off his hands but he would not let me, and he said those terrible things..."

"What things?"

"That Brad paid you to fuck me first, so he will not be forced to break me..." 

Jack fell silent and Andy knew that the truth he had been waiting to hear was not far away. So he cringed in his chair, prepared to hear the worst.

"It was not like that, Andy..."

"Tell me everything, Jack, I can handle it, I am a big boy, after all," Andy said, all bitter and sad.

"It is true, Brad came to me to tell me to find out if you were ready to get fucked."

"And that was all about? Why did you come back? To finish the job?"

"No, see, it was not like this!"

"How was it? Jack, please, I just need to know, I am a slut now, anyhow, at least, I should know what led to this," Andy continued, his face all a frown. 

"No, no, don't say that! You are not a slut! Hush, baby, no! It's ok to like sex! You're amazing when you come in my arms! Oh, I love your face in that moment! Look. I will tell you how everything went. Brad came to me to propose a deal: to seduce you, to see if you are ready to be fucked as he did not want to bother too much with you and your possible refusal. There was no word about me really fucking you!"

"Oh, so you did that as a bonus?" Andy was sad and ironic.

"No, Andy, I did that because I wanted you like crazy! And because you wanted it too! You cannot deny that!"

"I won't deny it, you are, after all, great in the sack! It is my fault, I know I am a whore that cannot live without getting fucked!" Andy was shouting now, bitter and angered.

"Andy, please,... understand. I simply did not know what I was getting into... when I saw you at the party, ... I knew, right that moment, I knew I had to be with you!"

"But, why did you leave me on Monday?"

"Because... it is hard to explain..."

"Oh, please, make an effort, I think I have the right to know everything." Andy was balancing between feelings of anger and sadness. 

"I had to keep my word. For a guy like me, it was all I had. I thought that I had to forget about you. I thought that you were just horny that night and nothing else. Everybody knew about the steady love that you had been feeling for Brad for years. So I left town for a while, hoping to get rid of the things I felt for you. It did not work. Everywhere I looked, it was you I was seeing, every face, every smile, I was becoming mad thinking that you were sleeping with Brad. But I tried to imagine that you were incredibly happy, even with that moron next to you." 

"But in the parking lot, what was that?" 

"I saw you and I could not help it. I had to kiss you. Andy... I like you a lot, I wished you had been my boyfriend. I could not stand thinking that Brad had you while I was only dreaming about that." 

"I don't know... Jack, this is not right... I think I must leave now... I have to put my mind in order..."

"Oh, I see," Jack said and a black cloud descended on his beautiful face. "I understand. You can leave, I won't stop you."

Andy got up and headed towards the door. With the hand on the door's knob, he turned and said:

"We could have been great together, Jack... Goodbye..."

The door closed and Jack remained alone. If one could see him, one could tell that losing Andy was terribly bad and wrong for Jack. Very, very bad.

***

Now all the boys and girls in school knew the dirty details of the whole affair. Brad lost its credibility, and that was why many did not believe everything that he said. Those interested noticed though that, even if that day, Andy had left with Jack, now he seemed to be alone. And not only alone, but grim and sad. He was just moving through motions, like a robot. He kept scoring the high grades like usual, but nothing seemed to make him happy. When Andy encountered Brad, a few times, the football player rushed out of his sight, to Andy's relief. All was over. It was incredibly wrong, but over. 

Jack left the city, again. He returned only for the final exams. And then, Andy saw him again, right after school was over and everybody was happy to get off the leash for the summer, hoping they would get accepted to some famous college. Andy had nothing to worry about his future, as he had great grades. Others were the issues that did not let him enjoy his success. Every night, he missed Jack. He never missed him during the day, as his mind was occupied while studying, but when evening was falling, he let his broken heart to weep. And Andy thought he could get over Jack. Just that it was not that simple. 

He was walking towards the exit when he met Jack. The boy seemed skinnier than before, and he did not look extremely well. His eyes were darker, his face a little emaciated, but beautiful like always. Andy felt his heart stopping when he faced his ex-incredible-fuck-buddy. That was he tried to tell himself, that Jack was only good to be a fuck buddy, not a lover. It was a shameless lie, but he hoped to believe in it someday. 

"Hi, Jack, how did you do?" Andy tried to sound casual, like talking to every other classmate in school.

"Hi, Andy," Jack answered, and his voice sounded tired. "It was good, I guess." 

"How did you manage to make up for the lost time?" Andy realized only too late that his question could be interpreted. He bit his lip and noticed how Jack's gaze lingered on his mouth.

"I dreamed a lot about you," Jack whispered. 

Andy remained silent. He did not know what to say. He wanted to shout that he had dreamed of Jack, too, but he could not bring himself to do it. Not right away. 

"Do you think we could talk?" Small hopes were scattered in those words when Jack uttered them.

"Yes, let's go someplace else," Andy added.

They walked silently till a small gazebo, located on the lake shore, not very far from school, but still remote and secluded. It was a place where lovers met, but none of the two boys seemed to be in a very romantic disposition. They sat on a bench, in the gazebo, and Jack spoke first.

"I want to ask you something, you may not answer, if you don't want it, and I will understand."

"Ok, go ahead."

"Have you ever felt something for me?"

"Of course I have, Jack." 

"What was that you felt for me?"

"It was... I don't know how to call it, like I wanted to be with you all the time."

"Do you love me?"

Andy jumped off the bench when he heard that direct question.

"Do you, Andy? Please, I need to know!"

"No, I don't," he returned harshly.

Jack let his forehead in his palms. 

"Why do you ask something like that?" Andy almost whispered.

"Because I do love you and it is fucking hard for me to be without you."

"Oh, Jack, are you sure? You said I was your best fuck! Maybe it is just lust you are feeling for me! And yes, don't be so surprised I say that, I have grown up lately. I know I did not love Brad, that's sure, and that I had a great time sleeping with you."

"Oh, that's good," Jack sounded genuinely happy saying that. "But I do love you, I know that."

"So what are you going to do now, Jack?"

"I am going to ask you to be friends."

"Friends?"

"Friends, yes, like pals, you know."

"It won't work out. You will jump me and I don't want to be fucked like a slut anymore."

"How do you want to be fucked?"

"I don't want to be fucked at all!"

"You're such a bad liar, Andy!"

Andy knew that was true. If it was to be close to Jack again, he was sure that he could not help it. He was terrified at the thought that he would beg Jack to sleep with him. And it was not only fucking he was thinking about. He wanted Jack to take him in his arms, to cherish him and care for him and call him 'baby', with that velvet voice. But he did not want any more lies.

"YOU are a liar, Jack, you slept with me, because Brad paid you to, how do you call that?"

It was Jack's turn to jump off the bench. He came straight to Andy and began shaking him hard.

"Why don't you listen? Brad did not want me to fuck you, he was not that stupid. He just wanted you prepared, that was all." 

Andy did not say a word. Jack sighed and made a gesture of resignation with his hands.

"You know what Andy? I must get over you, after all. It was all wrong from the beginning and I am just stupid to think that I can mend something. I am the only one responsible for my feelings and you have nothing to do with them. I am a fool but let me tell you something, Andy, I don't regret one bit like you do. I am glad that all these happened."

"Why?" Andy asked, surprise on his cute face.

"Because, otherwise, if Brad had not come to me with that stupid seduction plan, I would have never known you, never felt you quiver in my arms, never seen your face when you reach climax, I would have never loved you! And that you cannot take away from me! And I will love you, even against you, until time will heal these wounds. It might be hard, but it will all pass, after all. I am not here to tell you big words, like I will always be in love with you. But I know one thing, that I will not forget you and this love will be cherished in my heart all my life. Yes, Andy, you will always have a place in my heart, always!" 

Silence reigned for seconds, after Jack's ardent speech. Andy was taken aback by Jack's words and he could not say anything, he could not believe his own ears. How come Brad never talked to him like that? All that lost time, Andy thought. Jack spoke again.

"But I must leave now and let you be! After all, you got only bitterness and disappointment from this experience and for this, I beg you with all my heart to not hate me too much! Goodbye, Andy!"

Jack hugged Andy shortly and then he walked past him, with his head down and a gloomy look.

"Jack, wait," Andy almost shouted.

"Yes?" Jack's beautiful eyes were filled with shy hope.

"Jack, I want you! Don't leave!" Andy was pleading and it was not even necessary, as Jack turned right away and embraced him forcefully.

"Andy, please, accept me to be near you! It's killing me inside! I don't care if you don't love me, you can punish me for all that I did to you, let me stay with you a while!"

"Jack, please call me like you use to..."

"How, baby, how?"

"Like this, I feel so good when you call me 'baby'..."

Jack kissed Andy's full lips, greedily, hungered. He kissed his lover like his life was depending on it. Andy stopped him and Jack was trembling with fear.

"Please, Jack, don't be scared... I just want to tell you something..."

"Yes, Andy?"

"I love you, too, Jack and I am mad about you! I was like a lunatic all this time!"

"Oh, baby, you make me so happy! I will make you happy, too, you will see!"

"But you do, Jack, you do... Come here, I want to kiss you for all the lost time!"

And now they were both happy. They were consuming their love in hot embraces and kisses and drew a new strength from them. All was good, now, Andy knew it, as Jack was covering his face with kisses. 




Who Do You Love? Ch. 04



"You know what, Andy? I want to make love to you in a bed, do you think we can wait a little more?"

"Not really, but I'm hungry and I want to take you to my house. We can do all we want there. My parents will not be back till evening."

Andy looked sheepishly at Jack but he smiled.

"Ok, baby, your wish is my command!"

"Are you with your car?"

"Yes, we will go to take it from the school and then drive to your house." 

"Do you remember where my house is?"

"It would be hard not to, after all, I drove there every night during the time I was away, only to look at your window."

"What? Why?"

"Yes, it was quite a haul, but it was worth it. Whenever I caught a glimpse of you, I was happy and I could sleep thinking of your pretty face."

"Jack, you are so crazy and I am so in love with you!"

Jack laughed and took Andy in his arms once again, while Andy thought that this was the love he had been waiting for. So he started to laugh, too, feeling great and happy and very much in love with Jack.

THE END