Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 15:53:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: baz <bazxl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Andrew

WARNING

This narrative contains descriptions of sexual acts between virile,
consenting, young adult males.  Do not read this story if you are under age
or such material is illegal in your country of residence.

Andrew (Part One - The Locker Room and Part Two - The Shower)

The Locker Room

I looked across the locker room to where Andrew stood.  He was stripping off
after our badminton game and was standing before me in a sweat-dampened
jockstrap and white socks.  Although we were alone, the changing room smelled
strongly of the hundreds of athletic, sweaty male bodies that had dressed and
undressed here over the years.  The aroma of testosterone saturated the
structure.  As I savoured this sensory delight, my cock became hard and pulsed
in my jock.  The elastic material tented out in a valiant attempt to contain my
throbbing rod.

We were just starting the second term at catering college.  It was a small class
with five girls, one other guy, and me.  I was 17 and less than a year out of
high school.  He, Andrew, was 29, and had previously been in the merchant navy.
We were both training to be chefs, but as part of the curriculum, one afternoon
each week was given over to sporting activities.  The girls usually had excuses
and went home early; where as we "guys" enjoyed playing around with each other.
Badminton that is - until today - when I my raging teenage hormones got the
better of me.

Each week it was the same routine.  We went to the sports hall, changed into our
white gym gear, and set up the nets for an afternoon of hitting shuttlecock.
This may not seem too strenuous to some of you fitness freaks but it was enough
for us to build up a sweat.  I was not into sports much but I was sure into men
and Andrew was the guy I wanked off to each night (and very often each morning
too).  I was a virgin, but I knew what I wanted and as the weeks went by my
every though seemed to be filled with Andrew.

As the game proceeded, we got hotter and damper.  The sweat absorbed by our
cotton tops and jocks.  As Andrew reached for a high shot the material was
pulled tight against his chest and I could see his prominent nipples outlined
through his T-shirt.  My thoughts were definitely not on the game.  Thus
distracted, I missed the return shot causing Andrew finally to call an end to
the game and declare himself the winner (as usual).

Now came the activity that was the high spot of my week, I looked forward to the
show that was about to unfold.  Every time I took my erect shaft into my
lubricated hand, this scene was in my mind.  My memory of Andrew's hot, hard
body here in the locker room made me cum.  The light dusting of hair on his
chest, the deep pink almost brown nipples, the sculpted six pack, all etched in
my memory.

We took up our regular positions at either end of a bench in the locker room,
never any closer.  I let Andrew get a head start; he slowly peeled off the damp
sweat-stained shirt.  Even with such space between us, the heady aroma of his
body filled my mind with lust and my cock with blood.  I faced away so that he
would not see my erection tenting my shorts (in spite of my wearing the
tightest, heavy-duty jockstrap I could buy).

As my T-shirt came off, I looked over my shoulder just in time to catch a flash
of those big deep blue eyes that had first attracted me from across the crowded
room on enrolment day.  Then I took in the full six foot of sex god that stood
before me dressed only in a jockstrap and white sport socks.  Andrew was using
his damp shirt to remove the sheen of sweat from his chest and legs.  It gave me
a few precious seconds to drink in the beauty of his body.  The sinewy muscles
that formed his arms, the thick powerful columns that were his legs, the innie
belly button that cried out for my tongue.  There was a chance that I would cum
in my jock at this point (as I had done sometimes), but not this week.

Removing my shorts I quickly adjusted my cock upright against my body and sat
down on the bench.  Leaning forwards, to conceal as much of my hard, cut 8
inches as possible.  A vague plan of action was forming.

"Andrew, you never talk much about your time in the navy.  It must have been a
great life, a girl in every port and all that."

"I don't talk about it because I want to forget It" he replied.  "It's hard work
and not much time off duty.  All you get to see is the engine room and your
bunk.  That's why I never re-enlisted."

"You must have had some social life with the other guys."

"Yes, we had some laughs, you had to when there are four guys bunked in one
small room below deck for hour after hour."

"Four guys in one room!  That must have been a problem.  How did you get any
privacy for ... well ... eh ... you know?"

"For wanking you mean?"  Andrew completed my sentence, as I became embarrassed.

He also blushed, but I noticed that the bulge in his jockstrap had become
larger.  Those blue eyes were now looking directly at me.  Then down to where I
had unsuccessfully tried to hide my erection.  Not only was my rigid cock
tenting out the pouch but also my pre-cum had made a wet and sticky circle in
the material where my piss slit pressed against it.

Andrew moved close, now standing in front of me.  His jock pouch was level with
my face.  I was mesmerised by the mouth-watering fragrance of Andrew's body musk
and my own pre-cum.  With one quick movement he pulled down the waste band of
his strap and tucked it under his balls.  I had seen that cock in the shower on
many occasions during the weeks of last term, but never so close and never hard.
Nothing could have prepared me for the magnificence now displayed for me.  The
gentle upward curve of the shaft, the velvet smooth covering of skin.  His big
juice filled balls, supported below by the elastic waste band of the jockstrap,
hung low in his generous sack.

As that long, thick phallus all but hit me in the face, I noticed that he was
"very" uncut.  The delicate skin hood still covered his glans.  Being cut
myself; I had always been fascinated with foreskin.  Now this perfect penis was
within my reach.  I lifted my hand and thrilled as I made my first intimate
contact with a man.

With one hand on the shaft, I guided the head of Andrew's tool into my waiting
mouth.  My tongue probed the puckered opening, and then with a gentle movement
of my hand I slowly pulled back his foreskin to expose the hidden treasure.  The
taste that filled my mouth was one I shall never forget.  It was the essence of
man, nectar, and just too much for my inexperienced body to take.  With a
tremendous throb of my penis, I came in my jock, the rapturous jets of hot sperm
erupting with volcanic force.  Andrew's cock slipped from my mouth as I moaned
in the ecstasy of my orgasm.  Each time my cum pumped out, my whole body was
gripped with the thrill of orgasmic pleasure.

As I recovered my senses, I looked to find that Andrew had not been idle during
my climax.  He was naked, the jock discarded.  The skin that I have so lovingly
peeled back was now being dragged forward over that moist cock head that had
been so recently in my mouth.  The balls that had been hanging low between those
muscular legs were now tight up under that magnificent column of man flesh.  His
hand worked at the spongy hooded glans then pulled the skin back tight.  As I
looked on in bliss, his cock lips parted slightly and the first spurt of semen
hit me in the face.  Opening my mouth, I was able to catch the remainder of his
copious ejaculation.  I savoured the taste and texture of my first cum cocktail
then let it slip like an oyster down my throat.

I had died and gone to heaven.  Not only had I cum myself but my mouth was full
of another man's cum.  I wanted that moment to last forever but Andrew had
already picked up his towel and was heading for the shower.

He looked back and with a slight gesture of his head indicated that I should
follow.

The Shower

Now naked, my cock was hard again and pointing the way into the communal shower
area where Andrew was waiting.  He had turned on the showers and hot steamy
water sprayed in all directions.  He was standing in his usual place, his back
towards me, and had started to rub soap over his broad shoulders.  His hands
moved to clean his armpits and moved down each arm then over his chest.  The
rich soapy lather clung to his skin for a second, only to be washed away by the
sharp jets of water.  I wished it were my hands caressing and washing his
muscular frame.

I walked up to Andrew and pressed my dripping body close against his back.  My
cock slipped easily between his soapy legs and I could feel my glans prodding
his ball sack.  I put my arms around him and spread my hands onto his solid six
pack.  One finger found his deep navel and gently pressed in exploring.  I
wanted to know every secret part of his body.  Andrew squirmed slightly against
me squeezing my penis between his strong thighs.  My hips made involuntary
thrusting movements increasing the stimulation to my organ.  My hands moved over
his torso until I located his pumped pectorals.  After a few caresses of the
area, I found his nipples.  Each nipple was crowned with a hard nub of flesh
that I held between thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth.  A groan
escaped his throat and I pinched harder.  His head lolled back onto my shoulder
and I kissed his cheek.

I was close to cumming.  Andrew's grip on my cock between his legs had increased
and my pre-cum was adding extra lube to the fucking motion.  It was too soon.  I
did not want to cum yet, not like this, I had other ideas.  I had been grinding
against his arse crack and it was very wet and soapy.  It would be very easy for
me to withdraw a little further and thrust back up his hole.  No, not my style.
I reluctantly separated our bodies and stood waiting.

Andrew turned to face me.  I could tell by his expression that he was taking
charge.  He rested a hand on each of my shoulders and pressed me down until I
was kneeling before him.  That gorgeous organ was a few inches from my face
again.  The foreskin fully retracted for washing.  I opened my mouth wide and
leaned forward until his purple helmet rested on my tongue.  My lips closed
around his shaft and locked behind his mushroom glans.  My mouth flushed with
spit as I savoured the clean taste of a man's cock.

"That's right mate.  Get my cock good and wet."

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and lifted me to my feet like a child.  His
strong-arms flexing at the effort.  Then he turned me to face the wall.  His big
hands moved to spread my arse cheeks and slip his finger in.  Back and forth,
slowly rubbing over my puckered hole.  Dipping a fingertip in at each pass.  I
became open and relaxed as the whole of his big middle finger plunged in to me.
I had spread my legs wider and used my arms to support me as I leaned on the
wall of the shower.  A showerhead sprayed directly on to my engorged cock head,
and it felt good.

After a few seconds, his finger was joined by another opening my cherry hole.  I
loved how it was making me feel.  They moved in and out, pushing and stretching
my ring like a rubber band.  Suddenly I was empty, but not for long.  His cock
head was pressing at my hole, a quick thrust broke past my sphincter, and he was
in.  Andrew held my hips in place as I got used to the girth of his shaft.
Before I had time to think he had plunged fully into me.  His pubic hair chafed
against my smooth arse cheeks.  Then the long slow thrusting started.  With each
stroke, Andrew hit my pleasure button and my cock jerked up to meet the water
jets.  My virgin body had never know such pleasure.

His hands moved on to my chest and roughly pinched my erect nipples.  It was too
much.  His cock, in my arse, punching my prostrate.  The strong shower spray
playing on my cock head and the violent stimulation of my nipples.  I started to
cum.

It was only Andrew's strong arms around me and his hard dick up my arse that
prevented me from collapsing to the floor.  Spurt after spurt shot from my piss
lips and my arse gripped his member.  As my own orgasm was fading it was renewed
by the swelling of Andrew's penis deep inside me.  He grunted and made his final
thrust into me.  Hot sperm pumped into me.  Each jet accompanied by the jerk and
throb of Andrew's rod deep within me.  I could sense each spurt of cum as my
arse was filled to overflowing with hot jizz.  The rapturous seconds turned into
a timeless orgasmic plateau.

As the tension of orgasm passed, our legs gave way and we slid to the floor.
Lying in the hot steamy water, Andrew's cock, still in my arse.  He hugged and
held me close.  How long we stayed there I could not tell but his cock became
soft and slipped out of me.  His massive cum load dripping out of my abused hole
was washed away.  Andrew got up and turned off the shower then threw my towel
over to me.

We went back to the locker room and got dressed.  No word was spoken by either
of us but I was sure that afternoons in the sports hall would be better than
ever from now on.

End.

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