Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2015 13:06:13 -0500
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphil69@gmail.com>
Subject: Andy & Sean (Part 3)

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.

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Part 3 – a morning to remember

Andy:

I woke up around 7 AM.  I'm a morning person who often took a jog before
sunrise.  Of course the sun was already up.  We were still spooning, Sean
behind me with an arm draped over me.  I could feel his chest on my back,
and his rigid cock on my buttocks.  I didn't want to wake him, so a lay
there quietly, and thought about what happened the night before.  All my
past thoughts of having my cock sucked didn't hold a candle to the real
thing.  I was amazed that I hadn't passed out, it felt so great!  By now I
had a boner of my own.

Just then Sean must have woken.  He mumbled, "Damn, I'm so pissproud," and
got up to go pee.  He turned to me as he left, "Don't get up yet."  I ogled
his broad shoulders and narrow hips as he walked to the john.

He returned and resumed spooning me.  Then he gave me a reach around with
his left hand stroking my hardened cock. He was hard again, too.

"I'd like to taste your cock, too," I said, as I rolled over to face him.

He smiled and ran his hand gently over my rough cheek.  "OK," and he turned
on his back and spread his legs.  I slid way down the bed between his legs
and began by kissing the insides of his upper thighs, moving stealthily
towards my target.  His ballsac was much looser this morning and I was able
to kiss each testicle in turn, taking each one into my mouth.  His cock was
rigid and jumped each time I teabagged a ball.  It was leaking a lot of
precum that dripped on his well-defined abs.

Finally I arrived at the base of his rod and, having experienced his
technique last night in the shower, matched it as best I could.  Yes, his
cock was longer and thicker than mine, but I was able to take most of it
in.  I found my tongue exploring the mushroom-like head, especially its
oozing pee hole.

My hands also kept busy, as I covered each buttock, pulling him towards
me.  I separated his cheeks and brushed his anal region, which elicited a
gasping yelp.

By now Sean was saying, "yes, yes, yes," louder and louder and moaned with
pleasure.  I returned my complete attention to giving him great head.  He
started to thrust, faster and faster.  Nothing was going to hold him
back.  Within a few moments my mouth was filling with his jizz.  He made
about six liquid deposits. Then I shimmied up his sweaty body and returned
some of the jism as I kissed him, swallowing some of it myself.



Sean:

Now it was Andy's turn to experience performing fellatio for the first
time.  And he was very, very good.  I especially loved how he began with
the inside of my thighs and moved up.  His young, unshaven cheek felt
unbelievable as he approached my crotch.

For amateurs I thought we were both pretty good, but who was I to
judge.  In any case, we both gave each other great pleasure.

After I came in his mouth and he returned some of my semen as we kissed, I
fell back, lying next to Andy, and drifted off for a few minutes into a
post-ejaculatory bliss.  It was just like the post-coital peace I felt
after sexual intercourse with my wife.

That brought to mind a joke I heard when I was a teenager (a relict from my
parents' generation):  When the young husband was asked whether he smoked
after sex, he responded, "I never looked."

Well Andy and I were really smoking.

Looking over to him and seeing his rampant erection I realized he had not
had an orgasm when I ejaculated.  So, I rolled over him entwining my
fingers with his, lifting our arms over our heads.  Armpit to armpit, mouth
to mouth, pec to pec, abs to abs, , cock to cock, knees touching, I
smothered his face with kisses and I ground my crotch into his.  By now I
had regained my erection and his had never diminished.  Our bumps and
grinds became coordinated and in no time we both poured out a new supply of
cum between our bodies, making a sticky, squishiness.

I kissed his ear and whispered, "Just as giving head has the fancy name of
fellatio (from the Latin), what we just did also has a name, frottage (from
the French meaning `rubbing')."  I couldn't resist always being the
teacher.  What an education he was getting!  As was I!!

I lingered a few more minutes, loving the feeling of the wet warmth between
our abdomens.  I gave him one more hug and jumped off the bed and into the
shower.

After I washed off, I wrapped a towel around my waist and proceeded to
shave.  Andy followed, taking a quick shower.   I was almost finished
shaving, when Andy came out of the shower and, completely wet and nude,
wrapped his arms about me, burying his face into my shoulder.  He looked up
and we looked at each other in the mirror, staring deeply into each other's
eyes.  "I am guessing you have even more things to teach me," he
whispered.  I responded by pushing my butt back into him.

Andy's orientation program began at 9 that morning and ran till 3 pm.  I
arranged for us to meet at the Springfield Art Museum soon after.

Now for the free breakfast our motel promised.  Boy were we hungry, for
food that is.  Our other hungers would be satisfied later in the day.

Next – learning something new from the art museum