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?
