From: "Hairy B. Terry" Subject: Steve & Andy Date: Fri, 18 Sep 1998 14:54:19 -0700 If you are under eighteen or find explicit sexual References offensive and male to male sexuality read no further. Steve and Andy By Hairy B. Terry Let me preface my story by telling you a little about myself, early thirties, white, 6'1" 195 lbs., and divorced father of an 8-year-old daughter. I went to a local sports bar with a couple of buddies after our softball game. We went to unwind, drink some beers and talk shit. I'd been eyeing this little waitress there for awhile but could never get the nerve to ask her out. After a couple of beers too many, I finally asked her for her number and she obliged, asking me out instead, for the following night. I was really high now so I thought I'd better get home before I made an ass out of myself and ruined the whole thing. As I was walking out to my car, this guy asked me for a ride. He was a young guy that had sat next to me at the bar and we had casually spoke to each other. I'd seen him in the bar before, lots of times in fact, so I kind of felt like I knew him. Plus, he was smaller than me so I thought I could kick his ass if he got out of line. I told him to hop in. I told him as many times as we've talked over the summer, I didn't know his name, I said, "I'm Andy" he returned, "I'm Steve". And we were off to his house. When we got there it was really nice, gated, and really big. I asked him what he did and he said he was a student. This was his parents' house, but they were gone to Europe for the summer. Steve invited me in for a drink and although I didn't need another drink, I wanted to see this huge house. He grabbed a couple of beers and gave me the grand tour, it was awesome. I was sitting on the edge of his couch, finishing my beer when he asked if I wanted to take a Jacuzzi. I said I didn't have any shorts, it was getting late, I didn't want to pass out, etc. Steve told me we didn't need to wear anything, he said he was going to take one anyway and I could join him if I wanted. I followed him out to the pool house with a couple more beers and sat on the deck while he got the Jacuzzi going. There was a TV hanging above the Jacuzzi and a great view of the town lights below the hill the house sat upon. Steve was true to his word as he stripped naked and climbed into the Jacuzzi. I hadn't been with a guy since I was 13 and that was teenage experimental stuff, a lot of hugging and kissing and rubbing of naked bodies, nothing else. Nothing gay. So why was I getting uncomfortable with this young naked guy two feet away from me? Steve stood up in the Jacuzzi to turn on the TV, the remote wasn't working, and I caught myself looking at his hard, hairless backside. He caught me staring as he turned around and asked me to join him. I reluctantly stripped down and Steve watched the TV so as not to embarrass me. It was a good thing to, because my mind was racing and I could've snapped and gone either way at any second. I think Steve sensed my tension so he moved away from the TV to the other side facing me. I looked around the room nervously and for the first time caught the images on the TV screen. It was a porno of some sorts. Boing!, I was hard as a rock, watching this little hard body get fucked from behind as she blew some other young stud. Something looked familiar about the scene but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then I saw the face of the young guy fucking the girl from behind, it was Steve! The scene was right there in the pool house. "Hey, who's the girl?" I said suddenly feeling more comfortable, knowing Steve was straight. "My sister, Maddy," Steve replied. "She's away at college right now, but sometimes I help her and her boyfriend with a fantasy or two." He asked me if I liked, all I could udder was "she's hot!" The next thing I saw made me "gulp." Steve finished fucking his sister, moved her out of the way and began sucking her boyfriends big hard cock. "Uhhh, I should get going, man, it's getting late." Steve just shrugged and told me the towels are right next to the shower. He told me to take a quick shower and wash off the chlorine before I took off. I high tailed it out of that Jacuzzi, with my half hardon swinging in the wind, across the room and into the shower. The next thing I remember I was soaking up the hot water when the shower door opened behind me. I turned around and saw Steve entering. He closed the door behind him and said I forgot the soap. I was frozen as he began soaping my body. He expertly massaged the lather into my skin, working carefully not to miss an inch. He gently held my balls to the side as he soaped my inner thighs. He never touched my aching hardon and finally finished my front when he asked me to turn around so he could wash my back. He moved painstakingly slow over my back and butt cheeks. I felt a jolt of electricity when he slipped a finger into my asshole. I felt his hardon resting on my ass crack as he reached around and began soaping my cock for the first time. I thought I would shoot right then and there as he stroked my meat, slowly and gingerly. Just as I was about to unload, he said he'd finished and told me to rinse off. My knees were weak and my legs were wobbly but I managed to rinse off and turn around and get a good look at him. Steve was about 5'10", kind of skinny, definitely no fat, and a big hard pole protruding from between his spindly legs. He was young looking, younger than the 21 he had to be to be drinking in the sports bar all summer. I soaped him the same way he had done me. It felt good. I felt comfortable. I hadn't felt this way since I was 13 sucking my best friends dick while his little brother sucked mine. I kept stoking his body as he rinsed off, running my hands all over his hard buttocks. When he finished he turned around and I don't know what came over me but I pulled him toward me and kissed him on the lips. Our hard cocks mashed together as our tongues locked in a duel. I couldn't get enough of his body as I groped him all over. I kissed his neck and chest. I worked my way down and sucked his nipples. I dropped to my knees and rubbed his thick eight inches all over my face. I licked it like an ice cream cone and sucked his balls. I tried to remember how the women had sucked me over the years and I began mimicking their styles. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked in about half of his rock hard manhood. I stroked what I couldn't get in my mouth with my right hand, in unison with my sucking. I banged his asshole with my left hand. I guess I did okay because within minutes I was rewarded with a couple of buckets of his hot cum. I swallowed what I could and the rest dripped down my cheeks and chin. We cleaned each other off and I was a little surprised Steve didn't return the favor and blow my dripping cock. I hugged him from behind and kissed his neck as my cock started slipping it's way up to his butthole. I felt it reach it's goal and when it met with little resistance, I starting knocking on the 'ol backdoor. Steve said, "wait! Not here!" and took me by the hand and led us out of the shower. We didn't even dry off, just ran hand and hand dripping wet like a couple of school kids through the backyard, through the kitchen, up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He pushed me back against the edge of the bed than dropped to his knees. It was the best blowjob of my life. Better than any woman had ever gave me. We moved back up on the bed and Steve finished kissing me all over. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a rubber and some lube. I definitely wasn't sure about this. Steve was in total control; he saw the uncertainty in my eyes and kissed my lips. He positioned himself up so he was squatting in front of my face, than he fed his big cock to my wanting mouth. As I sucked his beautiful pole, I felt him putting the rubber on my cock. I felt him stroking the lube on the rubber and he moved my hand from his ass so he could lube that as well. All the while I was sucking this monster cock as if I had sucked it for years. He slowly slid his cock out of my mouth and straddled my waist. He grabbed my hardon, pointed it toward heaven, and than slowly began to sink back onto it. Within two or three strokes, I was all the way in. Inside this beautiful young man, feeling his tight ass clinch the sides of my cock and squeeze out my second orgasm of the night. Oh yeah, I came almost immediately, but Steve didn't stop. He just rode up and down, up and down, around and around. Before I knew it, I was hard again and fucking him back, meeting his downward strokes with my upward blasts. He came off me with a "pop" and flipped me over on my stomach. He was quick with the lube and rubber because before I knew what was happening, Big Steve was knocking on my backdoor. It was painful, I definitely lost my buzz, but I thought at first that I owed him at least this much. At first I say, because it wasn't long before I was urging him on to "slam my aching asshole." "Fuck me good Stevie!" I was numb, but I could feel his long hard pole sliding in and out of me. Strangely, I remember it felt like a pliable piece of steel. I tried to clench my ass to meet his strokes but I was worked. It seemed to go on forever and than finally Steve plunged deep into me, better than any chiropractor's back straightening, and he came, screaming my name and groping anything he could get his hands on. We laid there and fell asleep for awhile, then took a long hot bath together. I sucked his cock again in the bathtub and he did the same for me. It was probably about six or so the next morning when I told him I had to go. I asked if he wanted to go out that night and he reminded me of my date with the waitress. I told him I would get out of that if he'd let me make him dinner. He agreed and I gave him my address and phone number, told him I'd see him tonight and kissed him goodbye. He called me his old man and squeezed my ass. Just out of curiosity I asked, "How old are you?" "Sixteen" he beamed. "Uhhh--" The rest is another story!