By Julien Gregg
Edited By Rob Hawes

Author's Note: This story does not endorse a way of life. It merely describes one. The reader is left to form his or her own conclusion and make their own choices. The characters in this story do not practice safe sex. I can't urge my readers enough to always be safe. Life is precious. Why chance it?

Chapter Nine:

The next day Andy was there to pick him up by eleven. They went to Andy's to watch movies and hang out. Ian was sure that they'd at least talk about the hand holding, but he wasn't so sure that he would be the one to bring it up. They sat in the living room and Andy put a movie in. When he came back to sit he automatically took Ian's hand in his and smiled at him.

"My parents aren't home," he said. "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried," Ian replied, thinking that maybe talking about it wasn't as good as just doing it again. But then Andy seemed to want to talk.

"Are you all right with this?" he asked, looking down at their clasped hands.

"I'm fine with it," said Ian. "As long as you are."

"I'm fine with it," he said. "I just don't want to do anything you don't want to do."

The warning ran through his head again at those words, but he smiled at Andy to let him know that what they were doing was fine. He even squeezed his hand to reassure him. It must have worked because Andy went back to watching the movie. Ian did notice when Andy leaned closer and rested his shoulder against his. A thrill went through his body at this contact and his crotch got a charge out of it too. This time he didn't care of Andy noticed.

Half way through the movie Ian noticed that Andy's erection was straining against his jeans. He couldn't take his eyes off of it for a while and hoped that Andy didn't see him staring at it. He wondered what his dick looked like. In Ian's past he'd seen so many that they all started to look the same after a while but he really wanted to see Andy's. He thought he might even like to suck it but he wasn't sure about that.

"Sorry," Andy said, causing Ian to look up at his face. He was smiling shyly. "It's been a while for me so I'm usually hard when I really don't want to be."

"That's all right," Ian said carefully.

"I see you're having a similar problem," Andy said, nodding at Ian's crotch.

"Yeah," Ian said, turning back to watch the movie and taking his hand out of Andy's.

"I didn't mean to upset you," Andy said quickly. "Ian, it's no big deal. We're both hard so what's the problem?"

"There isn't a problem," Ian said, looking back at him. "I'm all right."

"Ok," Andy said, but it was clear to Ian by the look on his face that he didn't believe it.

After the second movie was put in the DVD player Andy's erection still hadn't abated. He sat beside Ian and took his hand again. Ian let him take his hand and looked at the boy's crotch one more time. He tried to focus on the movie after that but Andy started to rub his thumb over the back of his hand and his own erection returned. It was impossible to concentrate on the movie after that.

"I'm sorry," Andy said, when Ian looked down at their hands. He pulled his hand away and sat up straight.

"What are you sorry for?" Ian asked, reaching over and taking his hand again.

"Oh," Andy said with a smile and went back to watching the movie. Ian continued to watch his erection.

"I like holding your hand," he said finally, and Andy squeezed his hand.

"I like holding yours too," Andy replied. "I have to admit that it's making me a little hot though."

"I noticed," Ian chuckled.

"Well if it's all right with you I think I'm going to have to take care of it or it'll never go down," Andy said in a strained voice. Ian looked him in the eye and saw the nervous look he was giving him.

"What time will your parents get home?" he asked quietly.

"Around five," he said, swallowing hard. "So do you want to jerk off?"

Direct. That's what Ian thought after Andy had asked. He thought about it for a second. He'd asked instead of assumed so there wasn't anything for him to be worried about. He'd just never been asked before. In the past whenever someone wanted sex with him they just told him what they were going to do to him. He liked it that Andy had asked.

"Sure," he said finally, trying to smile at him.

"Let's go to my room," Andy said, grabbing the remote and stopping the movie.

He got up and led Ian by the hand to the back of the house. Andy's room was bigger than his own. A full sized bed was against the wall between two windows that were covered with dark blue curtains. A desk was across from it with a computer and lots of discs. There was a dresser across from the door with trophies on it but Ian paid little attention to it.

"Nice room," he said for lack of anything better to say.

"Thanks," Andy replied with a smile. "We can sit on the bed."

Then he shocked Ian completely by taking his pants of right in front off him. Ian supposed that if they were going to be jerking off they'd have to expose themselves anyway. He just wasn't prepared for it. Andy smiled at him and then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down his hips and legs to step out of them. He was standing there in front of Ian naked from the waist down and Ian couldn't help looking at his erection.

It was nicely shaped with veins running up the side that he could see. The head was a little darker than the skin of the shaft but not much. It had a stretched look to it as if the skin wasn't elastic enough to accommodate the blood that had filled it. Ian glanced at Andy's face and found the boy biting his bottom lip and looking back at him in anticipation.

Instead of saying anything Ian just unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his legs. With a smile for Andy he pushed his own boxers down revealing his own erection and heard Andy gasp as he saw it. His face heated as he stood back up but Andy smiled at him and walked over to his bed. He sat against the headboard after placing a pillow behind his back. Ian followed suit on the other side of the bed.

Andy wrapped his hand around his own erection and began to stroke it so Ian did the same thing. This was the first time he'd masturbated since he'd come to Bryarwood and he was more excited about it than he'd ever dreamed he would have been. This wasn't sex but it was the closest that he had come to it on his own. He liked that he was doing this of his own free will.

"I'll stroke yours for you if you stroke mine," Andy said in a voice just above a whisper. He looked Ian in the eye when he said it, but his hand didn't stop stroking his own erection.

Ian thought about this for a minute. He'd asked and offered to return the favor. That was new for him as well but at least he'd asked. He pushed Sebastian and Carl's voices out of his mind and reached out to take Andy's erection in his hand. Andy smiled at him and let go of it but reached his hand over and grasped Ian's, making him gasp.

They stroked each other in silence but Ian could feel his body start to tingle and he knew that he wouldn't last long. He thought about warning Andy but it was too late. His toes curled and he raised his butt off the bed as his balls emptied and he ejaculated up his stomach and chest. Andy kept stroking him until the last blast and Ian realized he'd taken his hand off of Andy's erection to grip the comforter in his balled fist as he came.

"Wow," he breathed, looking at Andy with a sheepish grin. "Sorry."

"Don't be," said Andy, wiping his hand on the comforter. Then they sat there looking at each other while the cum started to turn cold on Ian's stomach and chest.

Without thinking much Ian leaned over and took Andy's erection into his mouth. The other boy gasped loudly but didn't do anything to stop him. He took more and more of it into his mouth until he felt it touch the back of his throat. Yawning at that point he sank more of it into his throat until his nose touched Andy's pubic bush. He slowly brought his mouth back up the shaft and flicked his tongue over the crown before slowly inching his way back down again. He was able to do that four times before Andy gasped again and mumbled something. Then he felt the shaft pulse in his mouth and pushed it into back of his throat as Andy began to ejaculate. When he was spent Ian let his dick call from his lips and sat back to look at him.

"Sorry," he said when he saw the wide eyed look that Andy was giving him. He was sure he'd made a mistake.

"Don't be sorry!" cried Andy a little loudly. "That was amazing."

"I just thought . . ." he stammered and looked away.

"Hey," Andy said, putting his hand on his shoulder and turning him back to face him. "Ian, it's all right. You didn't do anything wrong. I enjoyed it. I'm not mad at you."

He got off the bed and smiled at Ian as he walked out of the room. When he came back he had a damp towel and handed it to Ian. Ian took it and wiped the cum off his chest and stomach carefully before handing it back to Andy. He watched as Andy ran the damp cloth around his abating erection and then tossed the towel into the hamper beside his dresser.

Ian got off the bed and started to get dressed again. Andy simply watched him for a second but finally started to put his own clothes on and then they stood there looking at each other in silence. Ian didn't know what to say to the boy in front of him. He didn't know how to tell him that he'd made him happy for the first time in memory. He didn't know how to tell him that and not scare him to death.

"We can't tell anyone about this, Ian," Andy said finally.

"Of course we can't," Ian agreed.

"I want to do it again though," Andy said and his eyes showed hope.

"I do too," said Ian with a small smile. The smile grew when Andy smiled back at him.

Later that night while Ian was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkness he thought of what he had done to Andy. He could almost taste the boy on his tongue as he lay there. Andy had said he wanted to do it again. That made him smile in the dark. His last thought before drifting off to sleep was that Andy had said he wanted to do it again.

His mother called down the stairs at eight the next morning. He threw on sweats and went up to peel potatoes while Alex sat across from him and scowled at the bowl of garden grown green beans he was snapping. Alex always seemed to be unhappy lately, but Ian knew that his brother was upset over Evan and Jory having been invited to dinner. Ian was actually looking forward to it and hoped that Alex wouldn't spoil it for everyone with his mouth.

After the potatoes were peeled he was excused to get clothes and go upstairs for his shower. Alex was still working on his beans when Ian went up the stairs. He managed not to think about Andy until he was actually in the shower with his soapy hand wrapped around his erection. Thinking of Andy caused him to coat the shower wall with cum and he was so surprised when it happened that he nearly fell over.

Once dry he stood in front of the mirror and gelled his hair into place. He was pulling on his pants when Alex banged on the door and told him to hurry up. He shook his head, grabbed his shoes and opened the door to face his brother. Alex just glared at him and pushed his way past him into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Ian sighed and walked down the stairs.

"Did you need help with anything else?" he asked his mother when he got to the dining room.

"Could you be an angel and grab the pies from off the deep freeze downstairs?" she asked. "Just put them on the kitchen counter by the sink."

He went down and carefully got the pies and marveled at his own balance when he reached the kitchen with pies still safe on his arms and in his hands. He put them next to the sink and went into the living room to watch television with his father. The man smiled at him when came in so he sat on the couch right next to him.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Ian," said his father with a huge smile on his face.

"Thank you," said Ian. "Same to you."

"I'm happy that you're home for this one," his father said softly, holding his gaze.

"I am too, sir," replied Ian, smiling at him. In truth the whole thing was making him uncomfortable. He'd never celebrated holidays before that he could remember. This would essentially be a first for him. He just hoped he acted right and didn't embarrass anyone, namely himself.

"How was your afternoon with your friend, Andy?" asked his father.

"Fine, thank you," he replied, barely keeping himself from blanching at the mention of Andy's name. "Did you know that Andy used to be a gymnast?"

"No, I didn't know that," replied his father.

"He's got a lot of trophies on his dresser," Ian said. He'd been trying to think of things to say about being at Andy's that didn't have to do with sex. Mentioning the dresser was getting a bit too close to the bed and what had happened on it for Ian's comfort but it was too late.

"Why did he stop?" his father asked.

"I don't know," he replied honestly. "We didn't really talk about that. We watched movies."

"Well that's nice," said his father. "I'm glad that you've made so many friends so easily. I was worried that you might have trouble."

"So was I," admitted Ian. "I got lucky."

"Yes," his father said with a smile.

Then Alex came into the room and plopped himself into the recliner, ending their conversation. Ian watched his father's smile slip off his face and then the man turned back to the television. They were showing the preparations for the Macy's parade. Alex didn't say a word and Ian was grateful for that.

He was grateful for it for the first half hour, but after that the silence seemed oppressive. He didn't know how they could continue to sit there without talking. Then he thought about how he'd spent days in Illinois without saying a word to anyone. He'd been afraid to say anything to anyone then. This was starting to make him feel almost like he did in Illinois and he couldn't stand it.

He got up and went to the kitchen. Instead of bugging his mother he asked if he could help her with anything. She looked at him for a moment and then smiled. She handed him a bowl of yellow powder and a box with directions and asked him to mix it for her. He added the butter and stirred until it was a crumbling mixture and then she had him shake the contents of the bowl out over a pan of cherry pie filling.

"It's a wonderful desert," she said, smiling at him. "You'll like it."

"I'm sure I will," he replied, smiling back at her.

"Well that's the cherry crunch," she said, looking around the kitchen. "The turkey is in the oven. I've mixed the green bean casserole and I've got the potatoes on the stove. I think that's about it. Evan is bringing macaroni and cheese and baked beans so I think we'll have a nice dinner."

"It sounds like a feast," Ian said, smiling at her.

"Oh it will be," she replied.

"What time will they be here?" he asked.

"Around one," she replied. "I'm going to make sandwiches in a little while and we'll all sit down for some lunch. There are some bags of potato chips in the pantry. Could you get two of those for me?"

He went and retrieved the chips and she put them into two bowls. She explained that his father would want a bowl later for the football game. Then she wondered if Jory would like football. He assured her that if he didn't he could sit downstairs and watch movies with him.

"You're such a thoughtful boy," she said with a delighted smile. "Your father and Evan will watch the game. They used to watch the game together every year after my parents died and Evan came to live with us."

"I'm glad that Uncle Evan is coming," he said.

"So am I," she replied. "It's been so sad that he hasn't been coming the past two years."

"Well we'll make up for that today," he said.

"Yes," she said, smiling. "And this year we have you home."

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