Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 10:55:58 -0500
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphil69@gmail.com>
Subject: He and I (part 1)

He and I

This is a story from two perspectives, mine and my future lover's.  It is
fictional, aspirational, and hot.  My name is Andrew (andrewphil69@gmail.com).
People call me Drew.  Drop me a line.

Part 1 – A glance

My view:

My name is Andrew, and I was always a good-looking kid.   I knew that from
the earliest I could remember.  Tow headed and athletic I loved soccer and
swimming.  I loved summers when I could wear as little as possible and my
tan contrasted with my bright blue eyes.

By the time I was about 13 I turned heads.  Girl heads and sometimes boy
heads.  I especially liked to turn boy heads, but I didn't know why.  As I
matured I found that I also liked looking at boys, the less encumbered by
their clothes the better.

When I got to high school I tried out for the swim team and, though I was
not so tall, was chosen.  We practiced every weekday after school in the
indoor pool.  In the nude. We had all started turning from boys into men.
At different rates, of course, and the ones that had the most pubic hair
caught my attention.  Their cocks resting in bushy nests.  Nice.

In my junior year we got new coach named Sean Allcock.  He was a young man,
in his mid twenties.  He was quite a taskmaster, very focused on winning.
Married, with a two-year old girl, he had been a star swimmer at our high
school some 10 years ago.  He taught history, one of my favorite subjects,
but I had not had him yet.

At our first swim meet of the season I swam in 100-meter butterfly.  We all
wore the briefest of Speedos and as I stood at the starting position I
could feel the eyes of all the spectators on me.  And I felt my cock fill a
bit. Mmmm. But it was soon squelched by the cool water and the task at
hand.  I came in second.  But as I pulled myself out of the pool, I again
felt their eyes on me.  And why not.  I had the perfect swimmer's build and
body.  Lean, smooth, muscular, tan, with a well-defined package.

As I looked around, I caught the glance of our new coach, Mr. Allcock.  He
smiled at me, said, "good job."  But then his eyes dropped from mine to my
swimsuit.  Once more I felt a response down there, which I quickly covered
with the towel I was drying off with.



Sean's view:

College was great.  I went to a small, local college.  I could have gone to
the state university.  They even offered me a sports scholarship since I
was central part of a high school team coming in second in the state
swimming championship.  Butterfly was my forte.  But my widowed mother
needed me.  I was the oldest of three boys and when my father died in my
sophomore year in high school, I became the new "man of the house."  So I
was a townie at college.

My family had Irish roots, and I was dark haired, fair skinned, with dark
blue eyes.  Even some freckles.

In high school I was popular with the girls, but shy.  I was also popular
with the guys and was chosen captain of the swim team in my senior year.

My sex life was uneventful, having lost my virginity at 16 to a
cheerleader, Susan, in my junior year.   I loved the feeling of her hands
and lips on my body, which she seemed never to get enough of.

When I was 12 I discovered the pleasure I could give myself, even before I
could ejaculate.  It was a bit of a surprise when out came milky, thick
jism when I was about 13.  I must have jerked off 2 or 3 times a day, with
the same intense pleasure shuddering through my body each time.  After
experiencing sex with Susan I often thought of her as I spanked the monkey.

I soon discovered porn on the internet, and though a naked women exciting
me, I found pictures of couples excited me even more.  And I often paid
more attention to the man than the woman.  This bothered me a bit, but the
resulting orgasm eclipsed those concerns.

I met my wife, Joyce, the second year at college and we married the June
after graduation.  We both went on to the state university and in two years
got our Masters in Education, mine specializing in social studies, she in
early childhood education.  By then my younger brothers were in college and
finishing high school and my mother had found a good job and a new husband.

Joyce and I came back home and I was hired to teach History at my high
school alma mater.  Joyce was soon pregnant (I enjoyed making her so) and
we had a little girl.  Two years later I was asked to coach the swim team.
My first love.

I had barely met the swim team before we had our first swim meet.  For that
first meet I had asked the swimmers to choose who should swim in each race,
since I didn't yet know their skills.

In the butterfly 100 they had chosen Tom and Andrew.  The opponents won the
first place, but we had second and third.  Points are points. As Andrew,
emerged from the pool, water pouring off his smooth, tan body.  He looked
at me with the smile of such happiness and I said, "good job."  For a
moment I couldn't take my eyes off him and couldn't prevent myself from
briefly looking at the outline of his member between his narrow hips.  I
think he caught my glance and he quickly covered himself with his towel,
but kept his eyes on mine.

I was aghast!  What the hell was I thinking?!  This wasn't some abstract
male, this was one of my own team, one of the boys for whom I was
responsible!