Date: Wed, 3 May 2000 12:00:45 EDT
From: And9082398@aol.com
Subject: Chronicles of Andy: Spring Break (college, true, m/m)

     Note: The following accounts are entirely true.  My apologies in
advance if anyone recognizes themselves - for your benefits, I use no last
names or identifying characteristics.  For those who, upon reading any
account, want to contact me, feel free to write and we shall see about
meeting and creating our own chapter.

     Disclaimer: If you do not want to read a story of homoerotic sexuality
or think that it is nappropriate, please do not read any further.  If, on
the other hand, you want to read an account that quickly cuts to the chase
and just outlines the positions of a night of passion, read another account
as well.  Thank you.


     Hello, dear readers.  My name is Andy and I am 20 years old right now.
A brief background to clue you in to who and what I am.  I am a student at
one of the nation's top universities studying a very difficult major.  I
am, according to friends, a very sensitive and extremely intelligent
individual who enjoys either a night on the town or a relaxing evening at
home with equal fervor.  I have a girlfriend who I enjoy very much - the
sex is great and she has no idea of my real desires - and, to the public
eye, I am one of the most straight, all-American guys that my school has to
offer.

     I hate to be cocky, but I also am a pretty good-looking guy.  I've
been likened to Abercrombie and Fitch models - I have dirty blond hair
that's cut short but not too short, green eyes, and am 5'11".  I'm lucky
enough to have worked out throughout high school and continue the regime -
right now I maintain a washboard stomach, well-developed pecs, strong legs,
and, according to rumor, the best ass east of the Mississippi.  I'm lucky
enough to not be very hairy at all - just a bush around my cut cock (soft
at 5", hard at 8.5") and under my arms - although I'm considering growing
some facial hair.  And, in the mood of telling all, I'll clue you in to the
fact that, like the Greek hero "Nick" of the big pecs stories of several
years ago, I also have relatively large nipples.  Girls marvel over them -
as do guys, as I later found out - and they have been the source of
unbelievable pleasure to be from showing them off "inadvertently" to people
on the beach.

The following account is a rather lengthy one, but makes me hard just
thinking about it.  The other players in the account, Tim and Lisa, make
this especially poignant - at the time, Lisa was my girlfriend and Tim my
best friend.  To describe the two of them, Lisa is about 5'10" with a very
shapely figure.  She has short platinum blond hair and bright blue eyes.
She works out every day, and works hard to keep her body in excellent
shape.  She has average-sized breasts with large nipples covering the tops
of them - huge surface area on them!  Tim is about 5'11", with dirty blond
hair, green eyes, contacts, and a pretty muscular body himself.  He has his
fair share of success in attracting girls, although the trip offered
attraction of a different type.

We went down out of the country to a beach resort town for Spring Break
with a large group of our friends - probably 12 or so of us in the whole
group.  We had booked far enough in advance and were thus able to get
several rooms in the hotel side by side.  It worked out well, Lisa and I
took our own room - giving us privacy when we wanted it but the
availability of our friends at our fingertips.  Our room was really nice,
it was "deluxe" with a waterbed (which neither of us really liked), a
balcony, and a bathroom with a huge glass-walled shower and a jacuzzi
bathtub.  In each of the other rooms, there were other couples or groups of
single guys (totally platonic) sharing the space for the week of vacation.

Before we had left for the trip, I had decided with firm resolve that I
would spend the trip trying to seduce Tim.  Although most people would
probably not give him a second look, there was something about him that was
extremely attractive to me.  Of course, I had told no one about this
decision - people would probably not have believed me and if they did, they
would have warned him against spending time alone with me.  But, with a
girlfriend at my side, it would be difficult to make anything happen, at
least without the aid of other things...

Our first day in paradise was uneventful; I saw more hot guys than ever
before in my life - and some wearing the skimpiest bathing suits ever
invented, but nothing happened with any of them, at all.  After a hard
night of partying, I reluctantly returned to bed and proceeded to have my
fun with Lisa.

The second day, though, proved to be much more exciting.  The group of us
went down to the hotel's pool and lounged about for a while, trying to get
nice tans.  In order to effect the best tans, you need to be sure that your
tan lines are practically non-existent, or at least not noticeable to the
common eye.  So, all the guys wore suits that we could easily lower (to the
point of revealing a great deal of the ass in the back or the base of the
cock in the front) while the girls wore thongs and small bikinis.

Lying there poolside, we were waited on hand and foot by scantily clad
bartenders until we were all drunk, at 3 in the afternoon!  The sun was
strong, though, and we started talking about getting some sleep before the
night's dinner and partying.  Tim's roommates went upstairs to sleep and
shower first, and then the couples started to couple off and head upstairs.
One of Lisa's friends wanted to stay down at poolside to work on the tan,
and so she agreed to stay with her.  I decided to go up to take a nap, and
as I was waiting for the elevator, Tim came up, too.

That day, he was wearing a dark blue bathing suit and a pair of blue thong
sandals.  His hair was dripping wet with sweat and a lock fell on his
forehead.  He brushed it out the way in an almost seductive way and,
probably catching me staring, held the pose for a second, holding his right
arm up and revealing his muscular arm and pecs.  He hadn't pulled his suit
all the way back to where it should rightfully be and I was treated to a
view of his entire lower torso, up to the edge of his cock.  It was pretty
erotic, and I didn't think he even realized what he was doing to me.  Then,
I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the elevator doors, and
saw what a hot couple we made.  I was barefoot, wearing a bright red suit
and felt totally alive and consumed with lust.

The doors opened and shattered my reverie, and we both got inside.  He
reached over and pressed the button for the floor and during the brief
ride, he asked where we were going that night.  Still drunk, I asked him
whether he wanted to go anywhere or if he just wanted to stay there all
night.  He gave me a look, and probably drunk himself, asked what type of
party we'd be having.  Once again, the opening of the doors stopped
whatever might have happened and we got out and went to our respective
rooms.  As I was getting undressed and into the bed, there was a knock at
the door.

I grabbed a towel and went over to see who it was.  Looking through the
crack, I saw Tim standing there with a sheepish grin on his face.  "Andy,
Mike's in the shower right now, and then Evan's going to be going in
afterwards.  Is it OK if I use yours?"

I backed away from the door, thinking that maybe I was too drunk and didn't
even realize what he was asking.  "Sure, no problem."

Tim came in and headed straight for the bathroom, stripping off his suit as
he went in.  He didn't even bother to close the door to the bathroom and
got into the shower.  "Mind if I use your shampoo?"

"Not at all."  After a few minutes, I heard a shout from the bathroom.

"Shit, I just got all this shampoo in my eyes.  Where are your towels?"  I
forgot to tell him, but the towels were on the rack across from the room,
next to the Jacuzzi tub.

"Tim, I'll get them for you, they're in the other part of the room."  I
went in and picked up the towel, handing it over the shower barrier to him.
He thanked me, and proceeded to towel off in the shower stall.  Even though
it was a glass enclosure, I stood and watched him for a moment or two.  I
had, in the meantime while he was in the shower put my trunks back on - a
good decision because the sight of his body was making me stiff.  He was
standing there, his back to me, and toweling his hair.  I could see his
strong back muscles moving up and down as he was running the thin towel
through the dripping hair.  My eyes traveled down to see his tight, firm
ass, as he left it bare and uncovered for me to observe.  I was so overcome
with lust, I was ready to rip open the door and start plunging in and out
of his ass, until he and I both came in spurting glory.  I imagined taking
full control of him, filling him completely, surprising him and completing
him more than anyone had !
 ever done in the past.

However, I decided not to risk any dangerous action and left the room,
leaving the ball in his court as to what to do.  I went back into the
bedroom, pulled off my suit, and got underneath the sheets on the bed.
Seconds later, Tim came out with the towel tied around his waist.  He asked
whether I was going to sleep right away, or if I wanted to talk for a
little bit.  Although my cock was still not totally limp, I figured it
wouldn't hurt for him to sit down and talk - he probably wouldn't even
notice my dick (and besides, when I'm drunk, I find I get softer much
quicker anyway.

To my surprise, he sat down at the edge of the bed, with his legs spread
slightly open.  The towel was only so big, and, even though he wasn't
deliberately giving me a show, I got more than an eyeful of him.  He was
average in length, maybe about 5 or 6 inches soft, with a reddish, cut head
at the top.  His balls were not too hairy, and he actually didn't have much
hair around his cock, either, although it was also dirty blond, like the
hair on his head.

He asked me whether I was enjoying the trip, to which I responded
truthfully that things seemed like they were going great, and looking up
all the time.  He smiled and said he felt the same way.  I looked at him
and jokingly said, "If things are so great, how come you didn't take any
girl back here to make out last night?"

He laughed and said his standards were too high, and besides, they were
probably all diseased anyway.  We both laughed at that, and then he
responded,"Although none are probably as bad as Lisa."  Even though it was
said sarcastically, I stuck my finger up at him.  His reply to that, "wanna
make something of it" was the last straw.  "Yeah, let's see what you can
do."

Tim pounced, knocking me flat on my back in the bed.  He still was wearing
his towel, but I was lying under the sheets, wearing nothing.  Almost
immediately, my cock got hard again.  He pinned me by shoulders, but the
sheets were still between us so all that he could tell was that my shirt
was off, not that I was completely nude.  Not wanting to totally expose
myself, I pushed him over.  As I did that, the top blanket of the bed
lifted up, too leaving me with only a thin sheet covering my body.  I tried
to gather the sheet around me, but not quickly enough.  Tim jumped back on,
and tried to flip me in the other direction.  As he did, he felt my hard
cock brush by his hand, and he stopped.  It was only when he himself
stopped did I see something that made my heart race, and sober me up
completely - his cock was also starting to stiffen.  We both looked at each
other, laughed, and then he fell completely on top of me.  We slowly
started to grind on the bed, with the sheet still separating us.  He slowly
reached up, put his hands through my hair, and we continued to gyrate.

It seemed like we would both be reaching climaxes within seconds - I could
feel my pre-cum leaking from my dick, when we heard a sound at the door.
It was someone with keys, and Tim jumped off of the bed and grabbed his
towel.  The door flung open, and Lisa was standing there, sweaty and drunk.
She entered the room, said hi to Tim, and jumped down on the bed.  With
reckless abandon, she put her hands under the sheets and began to rub me up
and down as Tim stood there.  As quickly as he had gotten hard, he got
soft, probably disappointed and hurt that I went so quickly from an
interest in him to an interest in her.  With his head down, he walked out
of the room for his own room, slamming the door behind him as he left.  I
told Lisa to stop, and, confused, she went into the bathroom to take a
shower.  I had succeeded in hurting both of them, and had to decide on the
appropriate action to remedy both situations.  But first, I had to nap.

Will be continued as soon as possible.

 Please write me and let me know of what you think - comments or criticisms
- at and9082398@aol.com.  Until then, I'm yours, Tim.