Justice Served Up Sweet: Andy's Revenge, Part One

Andy finally managed to at least stop thinking about the incident as he noticed the large apartment complex looming into view from his rear view mirror. Andy drove up to the apartment’s parking lot, parked his 1998 Jaguar XK8, took the keys from the ignition, locked up, and stepped out of the car. The Jaguar was nearing ten years in age, but it was still the best thing you were ever going to see on the roads anywhere in Hicksville, Illinois. Not only that, but he had busted his ass off to pull out $60,000 big ones to buy it. That was a little over a year and a half ago, and once can’t help but be impressed that a college student was able to pull off a purchase like that completely unaided.

Andy took the elevator up to floor 6 and was closely approaching apartment room 645. Andy unlocked the door, kicked off his shoes, and swiftly walked over to the comfy little couch that rested a few feet from the blue walls and checkered carpeting which completely covered the entire living room. Andy had no intentions of changing the ugly interior of the room considering he wouldn’t have anything to do with this horrid city in just a little over 300 days now. Andy collapsed onto his stomach on the couch and immediately closed his eyes, hoping that this whole day would just end or turn into a dream, or anything that would make it slightly bearable.

Suddenly, just as Andy was about to drift away, a voice suddenly called out from down the apartment room’s small hall leading to two bedrooms and one bathroom. Andy sat up almost instantly, heavily confused. Standing in the hall was Chris, Andy’s boyfriend.

If Andy wasn’t the definition of near physical perfection, then Chris would have to do. Chris was a year older than Andy at 21 years, but it really never mattered to either of them and most likely never would. At any rate, there was absolutely no denying that Chris was one amazing twink. At 6’1, 170 pounds, with remarkable emerald green eyes, an amazing and incredible solid build that had come from playing basketball since he was just 10 years old, medium-length blonde hair, an absolutely perfect and astoundingly charming smile which could only be bettered by his good-natured grin, a flawless pair of muscular legs sporting a 7 inch cock and a tight, round, and firm ass, Chris was pretty much gorgeous.

“Chris!” Andy exclaimed, honestly surprised. “What are you doing here? I thought you had that big fund raiser thing in Missouri?” Chris eyed Andy with slight concern and a tiny hint of suspicion, but answered Andy’s question anyway.
“Well, I thought I did too, but turned out they had some major flood there or something like that… and they called me on my cell at a real great time, too, about 45 minutes away. But, now that you know about my day, how about you tell me how yours’ has gone. From the looks of it, you seem pretty stressed out.
Andy bitterly replied with a mumbled, “Is it that obvious?”
Chris instantly felt bad at once for the sharp question he had poised, and walked over to the couch where Andy was sitting and took a seat on the cushion next to him, placing his left arm reassuring around Andy’s neck and using his right hand to gently ruffle Andy’s hair. Chris placed his right arm back at his side and asked Andy softly what was wrong.
“Mr. Robin is a homophobic bastard and I pretty much lost my job today.”
Chris was shocked and searched Andy’s face for even the faintest sight of humorous expression, knowing he wasn’t going to find one. Chris was about to say something, but Andy took his pointer finger and pressed it lightly against Chris’s lips before he could say anything.
“No, not right now. I’ll explain it to you later.”
With that, Andy threw his arms around Chris and buried his face into his sweatshirt. Chris was a little taken back, but then adjusted his arms so Andy could lay his head on Chris’s body like a cradle. Andy took a whiff of his sweatshirt and then used his right hand which was wrapped around Chris’s back to slowly slide down to the back waistband of his pants and slipped it comfortably inside of the jeans Chris was wearing. Andy gently gave Chris’s left butt cheek through his briefs a light squeeze, and then just allowed his hand to lay in there, enjoying the heat around his hand. Andy looked up at Chris with a warm and loving smile, although his beautiful blue eyes looked sad and told a different story. Andy buried his head back into Chris’s sweatshirt and gave his left butt cheek one final squeeze for protection before finally closing his eyes.

About 12 minutes later, Chris could tell that Andy had fallen asleep in his arms. Chris very gently got up and very carefully adjusted Andy a bit so he would sleep comfortably on the couch. Chris looked at Andy lying on his stomach peacefully, although he somehow doubted Andy was sleeping as peacefully as he looked. As if to confirm this, Andy shifted uncomfortably in his sleep slightly before lying down completely still again. Chris looked at Andy lying there for about another minute or two, and then he suddenly got an idea.

There were quite a few things Chris didn’t like to ever see, but at the top of his list would have to be seeing Andy sad. Maybe it sounded a little corny, but it was the type of bond which could only be understood from spending many sleepless nights comforting another through great pains they were going through. In Andy’s case, it had been frequently waking up and lightly sobbing, usually from a dream about his dad. Regardless of how softly Andy cried, there hadn’t been a single time where Chris hadn’t woken up and been there for him entirely. Gradually, the dreams became less and less frequent, and it was then that Chris had gained something beyond absolute trust from Andy; something deeper than love and heavy mutual understanding. It was through this bond that Chris didn’t even have to think twice about what he was going to do. Andy would understand, even if his mood was hurricane dark, he would trust Chris to do it right, and, like all those sleepless nights, Chris would never fail. “However,” Chris thought, looking down at his gray Class of ‘03 sweatshirt and blue jeans, “I might have to change.”

When Chris came back down the hall, he had changed into a dark green Hollister shirt which exposed his beautiful solid build and he had also slipped into a pair of soft black Nike shorts, which in turn exposed his incredibly beautiful ass and legs. Chris decided not to wear anything under the shorts for what would soon become subtle reasons.

Chris moved back to the couch where Andy still lay sleeping on his stomach. Chris carefully made his way back onto the couch and squatted himself over Andy’s legs and then carefully positioned himself so that when he finally sat down on top of Andy, his dick, which was steadily growing from excitement, would be positioned exactly in between the buttocks of Andy’s warm and tan khakis. Chris took his hands and slowly felt up Andy’s thighs. At that moment, Andy’s head popped up and he looked over his shoulder at Chris questioningly. Chris told him to relax and took his hands off Andy’s thighs and placed them on the back of his shirt, and began slowly massaging up and down. Andy took his own hands from underneath his body and slowly tried to lift up his shirt, but realized that wasn’t going to happen with Chris on top of him. Andy arched his back, immediately feeling something hard press against the middle of his butt crack through his pants. This made both Andy and Chris instantly bone up. Chris squatted above Andy’s back and helped Andy remove his shirt, as well as tossing his own. Chris then slowly slid down Andy’s pants past the ankles, leaving Chris in nothing but his soft black Nike shorts and Andy in nothing but his firm and tight Kelvin Klein’s.

Seeing Andy in his tightie whitie Kelvin’s sent Chris all 7 inches. Chris sat on Andy’s back and placed his hands on top of both ass cheeks and began massaging both. After a few minutes of massaging Andy’s ass, Chris then began to very gently and softly use his palms to pad Andy’s butt cheeks in slow rhythm tic patterns. Chris was doing this for about two minutes until Andy felt like he was about to blow his load from far too much stimulation. Andy told Chris to stand up. Chris hesitated at first, but then obliged. Andy then stood up as well as told Chris to lie down on the living room carpet. Chris did as he was told and then Andy lay on top of him, and began dry humping him, slowly at first and then gradually faster and faster. Andy began rapidly plunging against Chris’s butt through his shorts over and over again. Suddenly, Andy stopped, and moved back and began slowly rubbing Chris’s ass, and then abruptly stopped. Andy asked if Chris wouldn’t mind standing up one more time. As soon as Chris did, Andy took off his Kelvin Klein’s and tossed them to Chris. Chris caught them, looking confused for a minute, and then realized what Andy wanted.

Chris took off his black Nike shorts and threw them on the couch and then put on Andy’s Kelvin’s. Andy’s underwear was a little tight around Chris’s waist, forcing his round, firm ass to tighten up and squeeze in a little. Although it was a little uncomfortable at first, he quickly got used to the feel and the rounding effect from the tightness of the Calvin Klein’s gave Chris’s ass a round like texture look and a little bit of a squeezable quality.

Andy wrapped his arms around Chris and soon they were both on the floor engaging in a lusty make out session which lasted five minutes. Andy then rolled off of Chris and flipped him over on his stomach. Andy sat on top of Chris’s legs and placed his hands over Chris’s ass. Andy rubbed his hands over Chris’s ass and gave both cheeks a little squeeze. Andy took his hand and then gave Chris’s buttocks a slap. Chris winced at the sting a little, but then soon relaxed and found the slight stinging to feel more stimulating than painful as Andy delivered a few more slaps. Andy then placed his hands over the waistband of the Calvin Klein’s and gave them a brief pull upwards, causing a tightening up Chris’s butt crack and producing his now bare butt cheeks to be exposed. Chris couldn’t believe how much this was turning him on and was even more surprised about how good it felt. Andy gave Chris’s now exposed cheeks a few slaps each, and then grab held of his dick. Andy moved himself closer to Chris’s ass and then placed his dick right in between the crease of Chris’s asshole which had been caused by the wedgie. Andy slowly slid his dick back and forth between the crease in complete ecstasy and Chris began moaning in pleasure. Andy felt like he couldn’t hold on much longer and lowered his head down; giving Chris’s left butt cheek a kiss and then his right. Andy then took a hold of Chris’s stomach, pulled him up, positioned him on all fours, and slid off his underwear. Andy delivered two swift slaps to Chris’s ass, and then plunged all 5 inches of cock straight into his asshole.

Although it only took 45 seconds of fucking till Andy finally creamed and ejaculated all inside Chris’s hole, through the moaning and pleasure between both of them, Andy had felt every bit of worry from the day simply slipping away. Andy slowly twisted his head and met Chris’s lips in a slow and romantic kiss that lasted for nearly a minute and a half. When they finally parted lips, Andy let out an exhausted but meaningful “I love you.” and then collapsed unto Chris’s back, falling asleep immediately. Although Chris felt a little awkward considering Andy had just collapsed asleep on his back, he had no plans of getting up. Rather, Chris adjusted his ass so that Andy’s almost completely limped cock was still inside his hole. Chris had a feeling that Andy would be dreaming rainbows and butterflies this time around, and realized that since Andy was still inside of him, waking up could be a very pleasant waking up experience waiting to happen for both of them. And even if there wasn’t a pleasant waking up surprise in store, this felt good to Chris. He enjoyed the heat of Andy’s body on top of him and soon found himself drifting off.

Just before Chris fell asleep himself, the last conscious thought to flow through his mind was short, simple, and rememberable:

Whatever Mr. Robin had done, he was going to fucking pay for it.