Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2015 11:17:24 -0400 From: Andrew Phillips Subject: Andy & Sean (Part 9) Andy and Sean This is a story of the emerging sexual relationship and adventures of Andy Johnson and Sean Allcock, from both their perspectives. It is fictional, aspirational, and hot. For more background on how they met, found each other and realized their mutual attraction you can find parts 1 to 4 of a story called "He and I" in the Gay Male — Adult Youth section of nifty.org. *Part 1 of Andy and Sean** is identical to **Part 5 of "He and I"**. So you can follow their developing relationship at either location. * Suffice to say, Andy, 18, is a recent high school graduate and Sean, 27, was his young teacher and swim team coach, who is now his good friend. They are about to become "friends with benefits," or even more, as Sean drives Andy to Springfield for Andy's college orientation and a weekend of discovery. My name is Andrew (andrewphil69@gmail.com). People call me Drew. I would appreciate feedback and any suggestions to make these stories even hotter and more, well, satisfying to my readers' needs. If you like this story or others like it, don't forget to make a contribution to those who help us get our rocks off by supplying us with homoerotica. Please go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and contribute what you can. ============================================== Part 9 – A most fulfilling drive home Andy: Got up early. Ate our free breakfast, settling the bill (me paying my share). By 8 we were on the road back home. It was a warm morning, but with the top down we were comfortable, sailing along. Sean put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. Once more we were serenaded by the Atlanta Rhythm Section, my "imaginary lover" no longer imaginary. We spoke about the rest of the coming (double meaning?) summer. I had agreed to be on a community swim team, coached by, as you might guess, Sean. Also, we had agreed to meet regularly to "stay in shape." We quickly caught up to a slow car ahead of us, and passed it. As Sean shifted back into 5th gear, I reached over and ran my hand up his bare arm, feeling his taut biceps and tickling his armpit. He leaned over and kissed me. I rested my left hand on his right knee, squeezing it a couple of times. Then I released my shoulder strap, so that I could turn towards him and run my right hand up his inner thigh finding his core. This massage produced a prompt and appropriate result. I unzipped him, to release his erect penis, leaned over and gave him head. A blowjob at 65 mph! I told him to keep his eyes on the road, as I sucked him to a powerful climax. It was amazing that we didn't have an accident, but all was well and well satisfied. We were also lucky that some 18-wheeler hadn't come by and, from that height, seen what was taking place in Sean's lap. I sat up, licking my lips to clean up some cum that had dribbled out. Delicious! He reached over and gently caressed my neck. He said, "You know I truly love you, Andy." I had no doubt. And the sentiment was mutual, I told him. We didn't say much for the rest of the trip. Sean dropped me off at my house before 10 AM, suggesting we go for a jog the next morning. I filled my mother in, only about the orientation part of the weekend, of course. She told me someone named Chad had called just an hour ago. I told her about Chad, that I thought we would both go out for the university swim team, and that I might room with him in the fall. Sean: Finally the magical weekend came to a close. Nothing will ever be the same. Am I happy or sad? Sad that this time with Andy was coming to a close, but happy that we would be seeing each other, regularly. The trip home was uneventful with the exception of one quite outrageous but totally sublime event. Somewhere about an hour from home Andy, sweet Andy, took it on himself to give me a blowjob while we were speeding home. Luckily the road was smooth. Andy has turned out to be aggressively sexual, at times willing to do things that I could only dream of. That he often takes the lead does not diminish my almost paternalistic care for him. His apparent boldness hides a great vulnerability that I am determined to protect. But I do appreciate that boldness, as I did on our trip coming home, and relished the pleasure he gave me. I think he, too, got pleasure from the success of his "outrageous" act. In any case, it was clear that our relationship would continue, albeit more discretely than in Springfield. When we got to his home we agreed that I'd pick him up to go jogging the next morning. When I got home, Joyce welcomed me warmly, telling me what new skills Emma had developed over the last 2 days. Her vocabulary was taking off as she approached her 5th birthday. We had a nice rest of Monday, playing with Emma. Later, after dinner was eaten and Emma was bedded down, I told her about Springfield, my only mention of Andy was about the concert I took him to Sunday evening. Joyce said she had had a tough weekend without me to help, and she was tired. For obvious reasons so was I. As we got into bed, I could sense she missed me in more ways than one, and wanted some sexual satisfaction, which only I could provide. Luckily I managed to gently bring her to multiple orgasms with my adept talents at cunnilingus. But I was thinking of Andy all along. She seemed surprised that I had not demanded similar attention be given my penis, as was the usual pattern of our sexual relations, but I pleaded exhaustion. She ran her hand across my chest, across my abdomen and my cock, bringing it only to half attention. My memories of Andy's taut, welcoming body flickering as we drifted off to sleep. The next morning there was a strange tension in the air at breakfast. Emma was in a good mood but I could not say the same for Joyce. Finally, she came out with it. "You seemed distracted last night," she said, "What's wrong?" I told her that nothing was wrong, but she looked skeptical. "Is there another woman?" I assured her, in all honesty, that there was no other woman. Technically I was telling the absolute truth, but that didn't help me feeling a bit guilty. How far was I willing to go in sharing my love, and my sexual relations? Time would tell. Next: Part 10 – Jogging with benefits