Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2015 11:14:21 -0400
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphil69@gmail.com>
Subject: He and I (Part 13)

He and I


This is a story from two perspectives, mine and my lover, Sean.  It is
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Part 13 – A most fulfilling drive home

Me:

Got up early.  Ate our free breakfast, settling the bill (me paying my
share).  By 8 we were on the road back home.  It was a warm morning, but
with the top down we were comfortable, sailing along.  Sean put his arm
around my shoulders and pulled me to him.  Once more we were serenaded by
the Atlanta Rhythm Section, my "imaginary lover" no longer imaginary.

We spoke about the rest of the coming (double meaning?) summer.  I had
agreed to be on a community swim team, coached by, as you might guess, Sean.
Also, we had agreed to meet regularly to "stay in shape."

We quickly caught up to a slow car ahead of us, and passed it.  As Sean
shifted back into 5th gear, I reached over and ran my hand up his bare arm,
feeling his taut biceps and tickling his armpit.  He leaned over and kissed
me.  I rested my left hand on his right knee, squeezing it a couple of
times.  Then I released my shoulder strap, so that I could turn towards him
and run my right hand up his inner thigh finding his core.  This massage
produced a prompt and appropriate result.  I unzipped him, to release his
erect penis, leaned over and gave him head.  A blowjob at 65 mph!  I told
him to keep his eyes on the road, as I sucked him to a powerful climax.  It
was amazing that we didn't have an accident, but all was well and well
satisfied.  We were also lucky that some 18-wheeler hadn't come by and,
from that height, seen what was taking place in Sean's lap.  I sat up,
licking my lips to clean up some cum that had dribbled out.  Delicious!  He
reached over and gently caressed my neck.  He said, "You know I truly love
you, Andy."  I had no doubt.  And the sentiment was mutual, I told him.

We didn't say much for the rest of the trip.  Sean dropped me off at my
house before 10 AM, suggesting we go for a jog the next morning.  I filled
my mother in, only about the orientation part of the weekend, of course.  She
told me someone named Chad had called just an hour ago.  I told her about
Chad, that I thought we would both go out for the university swim team, and
that I might room with him in the fall.



Sean:

Finally the magical weekend came to a close.   Nothing will ever be the
same.  Am I happy or sad?  Sad that this time with Andy was coming to a
close, but happy that we would be seeing each other, regularly.

The trip home was uneventful with the exception of one quite outrageous but
totally sublime event.  Somewhere about an hour from home Andy, sweet Andy,
took it on himself to give me a blowjob while we were speeding home.  Luckily
the road was smooth.

Andy has turned out to be aggressively sexual, at times willing to do
things that I could only dream of.  That he often takes the lead does not
diminish my almost paternalistic care for him.  His apparent boldness hides
a great vulnerability that I am determined to protect.  But I do appreciate
that boldness, as I did on our trip coming home, and relished the pleasure
he gave me.  I think he, too, got pleasure from the success of his
"outrageous" act.

In any case, it was clear that our relationship would continue, albeit more
discretely than in Springfield.  When we got to his home we agreed that I'd
pick him up to go jogging the next morning.

When I got home, Joyce welcomed me warmly, telling me what new skills Emma
had developed over the last 2 days.  Her vocabulary was taking off as she
approached her 5th birthday.  We had a nice rest of Monday, playing with
Emma. Later, after dinner was eaten and Emma was bedded down, I told her
about Springfield, my only mention of Andy was about the concert I took him
to

Sunday evening.  Joyce said she had had a tough weekend without me to help,
and she was tired.  For obvious reasons so was I.

As we got into bed, I could sense she missed me in more ways than one, and
wanted some sexual satisfaction, which only I could provide.  Luckily I
managed to gently bring her to multiple orgasms with my adept talents at
cunnilingus.  But I was thinking of Andy all along.  She seemed surprised
that I had not demanded similar attention be given my penis, as was the
usual pattern of our sexual relations, but I pleaded exhaustion.  She ran
her hand across my chest, across my abdomen and my cock, bringing it only
to half attention.  My memories of Andy's taut, welcoming body flickering
as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning there was a strange tension in the air at breakfast.  Emma
was in a good mood but I could not say the same for Joyce.  Finally, she
came out with it.  "You seemed distracted last night," she said, "What's
wrong?"

I told her that nothing was wrong, but she looked skeptical.  "Is there
another woman?"  I assured her, in all honesty, that there was no other
woman.  Technically I was telling the absolute truth, but that didn't help
me feeling a bit guilty.  How far was I willing to go in sharing my love,
and my sexual relations?  Time would tell.


Next: Part 14 – Jogging with benefits