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Fanfic - 9. Chapter 9




Luckily, Johnny had gotten himself all excited about making a new friend by having Chris over tonight, and was anxious to get home and start looking through all of his downloaded material to figure out what he wanted to show Chris Margo next. Hehehe, to be honest, it was actually kind of funny. I think Johnny was almost as excited as I was to see him again. A turn of events that I never could have expected ahead of time. But hey, I've got no complaints. The more we get to hang out with my special dream boy, the better.

Still, I was already feeling an intense rush of joy when he decided to go home and get started on his long list of movies to toss his way as soon as humanly possible. I was practically pushing him out of the back door as I tried to remember every little detail about what happened here tonight. Every glance, every touch, every smile, every cute display of those adorable dimples of his as he sat close enough to me for me to inhale his sweet aroma and shiver from the erotic chill that it gave me with every breath. I thought about my leg touching his, and my hand in that popcorn bowl in his lap, and then...I thought about the way his voice sounded when he got a bit shy and invited me over to his house. His HOUSE! And during a time when he knew that his dad wasn't going to be around! How fucking *HOT* is that???

Omigod, I was getting sooooo hard! I needed to write this down! I needed to capture this moment, this feeling, this overwhelming CRAVING for him and his alluring beauty, before I lost or forgot anything! Go! Go go go!

I shut the door, and was already heading towards my bedroom when my mom stopped me, asking, "Did you guys have fun tonight?"

"Huh? What?" What is she doing? I'm on a mission here! Don't slow me down NOW! I've got to get to my laptop! PRONTO!

"Your friends?" She said. "It sounded like you were having such a good time down there..."

"Yeah. Sure. Great time. Everything was great. Just...great." I said, trying to split my brain in two so I could talk to her in a casual manner and still keep juggling a million thoughts, feelings, and emotions, in the back of my mind. Hoping to type them all out or at least get some notes written down so that I could remember them all. Ugh! Why does she want to randomly start up a totally pointless conversation right now? Can't it wait until I've finished my next 'Andris' fanfic and jacked off another two or three times first? I'll come back down and talk about...whatever she wants to talk about...after I finish. I promise. I just need to freeze this night in time so I can always keep it with me. Like, forever. If I never get to talk to Chris Margo ever again...at least I'll have tonight. A night that I want to remember for the rest of my life.

So...let's speed this up, Mom! And let me go before I end up drugging your tea or something to put you to sleep for the night. I'm not letting my sweetheart go! Not yet!

"Ok. Well, good." She said with a smile. "I see you guys have a new member to your little blood and guts club these days."

"Yep! He had a good time. He's got some cool movies too, so..." I said, one foot on the steps leading up to my room, my fingers tapping frantically on the railing.

"He seems awfully nice. I didn't really get to meet him. You swooped in and carried him off so fast that I barely..."

"I promise, Mom...I'll introduce him and everything the next time he comes over. K? We were just trying to get the movies started, that's all." I said, my foot tapping now on the step. "He has an eleven O'Clock curfew, and we were trying to watch two movies, back to back. So he had to get home. That's all." Is that it? Is her curiosity satisfied now? Can I go? Is she going to leave me alone?

My mom gave me a strange look, probably wondering why I was fidgeting so much, but instead of questioning me about it, she just sort of wrinkled up her brow slightly, and said, "Well, ok, honey. As long as you guys are keeping it all together." Then she added, "If you want me to get a pizza for you guys next time, or maybe cook up a few snacks, it's no problem."

"Thanks, Mom! That would be awesome. I'll let you know, k?" I said abruptly. I wasn't trying to be rude, and I certainly didn't want to raise any suspicions about what I was hurrying upstairs to do...but when she saw me take another few steps up the stairs, she just shook her head and let me go.

"Alright then. Have a good night then, I guess."

"Sweet! See you later!!!" I said, and I hurried up those steps and ran to my room to shut the door before she was able to think of any other reasons to hold me still for a single moment longer. I was already forgetting stuff. Little things. I could feel it all slipping away...and I wanted to hurry up and get it all back while these explosive feelings were still fresh.

Touching his leg. Having him look at my boner. Smiling at me in the kitchen. Popcorn bowl. Smashing himself against me on the couch. The smile he gave me at the door when I let him in. The curve of his hot butt as he kneeled down to put his shoes back on...ok, I think I remember most of it. I'm not forgetting anything, am I? Let me think!

Ugh! My laptop takes forever to start up sometimes!

What??? An **UPDATE**??? NOW??? 'Don't unplug or turn off my computer'....ARRRGGHHHH!!! There was nothing fucking WRONG with my computer!!! What is there to update? Really? Right, fucking, NOW??? I don't NEED anything 'extra' to worry about right now! I just want to fucking write my feelings down and be done with it! This is so bothersome sometimes. Just leave me alone and give me access to my private shit already! I've never been so pissed off!!!




Come on, come on, COME ON!!! Ugh! This is such a fucking waste of my time! I'm trying to spill my life out on the page right now while the fire is in me...and I'm stuck dealing with this meaningless garbage!


Really? 72%? That little circle is still spinning. I'm...I'm LOSING my special moment here!!! And mostly because my frustration over this is changing my once joyful mood into one of frustration and annoyance! HURRY UP!!!


Fuck this! Give me a pen and some paper!

I yanked my desk drawer open and just started jotting down as many ideas and words and dialogue and images as I could come up with while my laptop continued to be so fucking slow and difficult!

Stupid internet...

My laptop finished doing whatever it was doing to supposedly make my life so much better...but I was already splashing my most potent emotions on the physical piece of paper now. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to get everything. The way Chris Margo looked when he sucked the remnants of artificial popcorn butter off of the tips of his fingers, and the way his super cute lips would detach from his finger tip with the sweetest little 'kissy' sound. And the way he would blink whenever I looked over at him, watching the television screen being reflected in his golden eyes. And the way that he would wiggle his toes every ten minutes or so, his glaring white socks stretching and crumpling up with their soft cotton texture. I'll just bet that, if I had gotten down on my knees to sniff them, they'd smell just like fabric softener. Right out of the dryer. Hehehe, omigod...everything about him is so CUTE!

Lemonade! He drank lemonade at my house. I can't forget that part.

Oh wait...he took that cute little bow when we clapped for his movie! That was adorable! Let me take notes on that too. I love it when Chris does something cute.

OH! And the warmth of the couch cushion that he was sitting on! The one I rubbed and grabbed with my hand when he got up to go to the bathroom. Oh wow, it's almost like I can still feel it. I wish it was really his butt though. That would have been a lot hotter. But...you know...baby steps I guess.

I saw my laptop screen go black as it went back into rest mode, waiting for me to put in my password. I think my pen and paper outburst got a bit carried away. "Gee, so you're working now? Finally feeling 'functional' again?" I whispered to myself, signing in so I could get my files booted up and ready to go.

There it goes! NOW we're talking!

I immediately went into my secret 'Andris' files, and...wow, am I on story number eleven already? I guess so. Ok then, let's rock and roll. I put my handwritten notes on the right side of my keyboard so I could look at them from time to time, and I got comfortable in my desk chair as I held on to this magical feeling of joy and accomplishment for as long as I possibly could. I mean, I could have just laid down on the floor behind my bed and started to jack myself off until the overheated passions within me bubbled out of control and I squirted a huge mess all over myself while breathlessly trying not to wiggle right out of my own skin. But, as tempting as the reward of instant gratification might be in this situation, I really felt the need to channel this into something that I could cherish for longer than a one-time splash. You know? Tonight was super hot, but it was also more than that. It was a much more stimulating experience than just having him write his name on a piece of paper while using my back as a canvas, drinking water from the same fountain, or giving me the vague jiggle of his boyhood at a urinal while I tried to spy on him out of the corner of my eye. Hehehe, this was MUCH bigger than that. This was a major event! A milestone in our...ummm...'relationship'. Hehehe, if I can call it that.

Now, don't get me wrong...I'm not crazy, ok? I may have spent some personal time with the most angelic boy that I've ever known, and my hormones might be as riled up as an angry nest of hornets that's just been sprayed with a garden hose...but it's NOT like I'm walking around thinking that we're boyfriends now. That's just silly. I'm not so insane that I've lost my ability to draw a line between fantasy and reality. For all I know, Chris Margo is probably sitting at home right now, thinking about how weird it was to have me staring at him like a homeless guy staring at a t-bone steak through a restaurant window all night. But...the fantasy seems sooooo REAL to me, right now! Hehehe! And it feels good. So what's the harm in picturing him naked, and writing about how badly I want him to wrap his arms and legs around me while we make out and hump each other until we explode with an orgasm that shakes the walls around us until they're ready to collapse? Hehehe! I mean...that's normal for a high school boy, right?

Whatever. It took me long enough to get into my files and stuff. Let me just...pour all of these feelings out and see what I can come up with.

God...I'm SO fucking horny right now!!!


Story #11 - Movie Night

Chris Margo was looking so amazing when I opened my door to let him in. My mother wasn't going to be back for hours, and Johnny was off doing something else on the other side of town. So it was just going to be me and Chris...watching TV together on my couch in the basement. His body crushed up against mine...and his head leaning on my shoulder.

He bit his bottom lip and gave me a timid smile as I invited him inside. "Hi, Andrew..." He said. "I've been waiting so long for this moment. You know...being here with you. In your house. All alone like this."

"I've been waiting for this too, Chris." I said. "The truth is...I wanted to get you alone a long time ago. I was just waiting for the right moment."

"Yeah? And is this the right moment?" He asked me, his smile causing his CUTE dimples to sink in to the sides of his pretty face as he stepped forward to reach out and rub the growing boner in my pants.


Ohhhh my God!!! Ok! I can't really wait for too much build up for this story! I needed to get this boy naked right NOW! I could try to write something sweet and sensual in terms of foreplay like I usually do, but...I can't wait. I've got too much aggravated horniness built up inside of me to spend the next few paragraphs making this somewhat 'believable'. I just needed some sex! Lots and lots of HOT boy sex...with Chris Margo!

Holy shit, I might actually have to take my pants off to write this!

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, yanking them down to my ankles and pulling them off to toss in a nearby corner to spread my legs and allow my rigid shaft to stick straight up through the hole in my boxers. I took a hold of it for a moment, but it throbbed so hard that I knew that I'd end up stroking myself to completion if I didn't let go of it right away. Plus, the dome was sticky and wet with the warm, crystal clear, sap that was emerging shamelessly from the slit in my blushed tip. I rubbed my thumb in it for a second or two, and I brought it up to my lips...tasting the tangy flavor of my lustful offering. Wishing that it was his.

Shit...ok, I need some tissues. I reached over to grab a few out of the tissue box to keep next to me. I didn't want a sticky keyboard, after all. I wiped my spongy head off as best as I could, and tried to concentrate on typing some more. Even though I could clearly see another dollop of warm fluid growing and spreading to cover my tip all over again.

My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears, and my balls were tight underneath me, my hardness bouncing steadily with the rhythm of my excited pulse. Come on, Andrew...focus! Make tonight actually count for something.


Without waiting another second, I took a hold of Chris' soft hand, and I led him down into the basement where the subtle shine of the lamp illuminated the glistening beauty of his hazel eyes. I pulled him close to me...and we started kissing like CRAZY! There wasn't even a reason for us to have the TV on, to be honest. We both knew what we were there for. And I gripped his stiff boner through his pants as he gripped mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, and my tongue slid into his...and I grabbed two handfuls of his delicius ass, squeezing it HARD as he whimpered helplessly in my powerful embrace!


Shit! I was leaking so much that it was beginning to slide down my shaft to stain the front of my underwear now. I needed another tissue. This wasn't going fast enough. I needed to write more! I needed to just...to just...omigod, I might cum without even touching myself!!!


We pulled each other's pants down, and I stroked Chris' hard inches with my hand, feeling it respond with violent throbs and twitches, as he was so turned on by having me touch him this way. And when he touched me, I kissed him even harder than I was kissing him before! Oh God...I was kissing him so HARD!!!


Ok...ok, wait...I'm getting a little bit TOO excited with this story now! And...dammitt! I'm dribbling again! I had to wipe it off, but just touching the sensitive shaft was making it worse. I was going to try to ignore it and try to go back to my writing, but thoughts of Christopher Margo's smile kept entering my mind and it was seriously driving me crazy! He wants me to come to his house! He wants me to hang out! Just me and him!

I just...fuck...



I pulled his pants down and he sat back on the couch, his bare butt touching the cushions....his legs spread wide for me. I sucked him into my mouth...all the way...

No wait...I mashed my face against his soft, lightly wrinkled, balls first! Feeling how warm they were and being intoxicated by their boyish aroma...

And he moaned, "Ohhhh, Andrew..."


Shit! Ok! I can't do this! I tried, but I can't concentrate! He was just here in my house! I was touching him! Talking to him! I just...FUCK!!!

I saved what I had on the screen to touch up for later, but enough was enough. My shaft was already pulsing with the beginnings of orgasm, and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I grabbed a few more tissues, and dropped from my desk chair to the floor, pulling my pants just low enough to expose myself as I closed my eyes and gasped for breath as I gripped my lust-driven length and squeezed it with a tight fist.

I couldn't help myself. I had to get this out of my system if I was going to be able to write anything at all. I just started to feel myself up, a tight grip that I slid up and down my boner while thoughts of Chris Margo actually being here with me flooded my libido with a level of raunchy feelings that I had never even thought were possible until he came to sit beside me.

I thought about that smile....mmmm...

I thought about his pretty eyes....wow...

I thought about the warmth of his body heat as he pressed himself against me....unnnghhh...

I'm so close....oh God...


It was too much for my body to handle. Even with my mom downstairs, I found myself whimpering out loud as I pulled my shirt up just in time to shoot high velocity splashes of teen sperm all over my chest and stomach. I didn't even have time to reach for the tissues that I had collected to catch the sloppy mess of it all. I just...I let loose with an orgasm that shook me to my very core and left me breathless on the floor while my trembling teen body tried to comprehend what the hell had just happened to it.

Oh man...oh wow...I can't...I can't breathe...

So hot! He's SO fucking hot!!! I just....I need to just lay here for a moment. Just...just for a little while.

I'm still a little sticky, but...I'll clean up later. Just let me catch my breath. Just...


Yeah. I'm going to lay here for a little while. Get my head straight.

Whew!!! Now that was intense...!!!





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