Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2015 11:30:10 -0400
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphil69@gmail.com>
Subject: He and I (Part 20)

Part 20 – An exhausting Thursday

Andy:

The next morning, Thursday, I woke early, showered, shaved and ate, and got
to Jim's place at 6 sharp.  He was already up, but not dressed, just in his
boxer shorts.

"So, are you ready?" he asked.

"Sure," as I removed my tank top and shorts, leaving me in my red bikini.  Jim
came up close to me putting his hands on my shoulders and running them down
my arms, squeezing my biceps, and resting them on my waist.  He didn't
attempt to kiss me, but turned me about.  As his right hand cupped my
crotch, my cock swelled in response.  I saw that his penis also was
hardening as it emerged from his fly.

He led my over to this double bed and we removed our shorts.  Although he
shaved his head, body, and even his armpits, I saw that he had not shaved
his pubes.  His semi-hard uncut cock was impressive, as were his low
hanging balls, and his pubic hair was amazing.  It was dense, untrimmed
and, get this, red. (If we swam in the nude it would surely have slowed him
down.)  The red was a deep orange-red, almost like fire.  A very tempting
sight for some oral exploration, but that was not the reason I was here.

He explained that he'd like me to fuck him as he sat on my hard-on, his
back to me.   I agreed and sat on the side of the bed, stroking my cock to
keep it hard.  As promised, he handed me a condom, and I slipped it on.  He
took a glob of K-Y jelly and applied it to his anus.  I was propped on my
elbows as he turned around and slowly descended onto my erection.  So far
this all took place without another word spoken, with little preface.  I
noticed that his butt was covered with a fine coating of the same reddish
hair.

I felt his sphincter giving way to my penetration as I smoothly slid in.  The
friction not only kept my cock hard, but I couldn't resist responding
erotically by reaching around with my right hand and stroking Jim's
prodigious endowment into rigid attention.  He responded with a loud
moan.  (Was
he suspicious that I was not as heterosexual as he assumed?)

By now my cock was fully embedded and he started to bob on it.  I matched
each of his descents with an upward thrust.  There was no doubt that I was
effectively massaging his prostate as he let out a series of gasps of
pleasure at each stroke.  As both he and I wanted this to last as long as
possible we periodically paused, my cock deep in his rectum.  He was able
to intermittently to contract his anal sphincter as well, enhancing the
stimulation that was keeping me rock hard.  After almost ten minutes, now
covered in sweat, we finally accelerated our exertions and we came almost
simultaneously, his jism flying across the room, mine filling the condom.  I
fell back on the bed, he on top of me and sliding off to my right, as my
cock slid out.  We lay there for a while, breathing heavily in satisfaction.

"That was fuckin' awesome," Jim said.  "Are you sure you've never done that
before?"

"Never," I lied, barely, since I had only first experienced this kind of
sex just in the last week.

"Listen, I owe you a big one," he continued, paused and added, "so does
Eric."

"Eric?  Who's Eric?"

"That's what I call my dick, `Eric the Red' for obvious reasons.  He really
appreciated the special attention you gave him."

This was weird, but if I had such a distinctive and prodigious tool, I too
might have named it.  Instead my cock and the nest in which he lived was
comfortably ordinary, cut with blond hair.  That's not to say I'm not proud
of it, and the body it is attached to.

"In any case you (and Eric) better deliver in the relay medley," I added,
continuing the fiction of the importance of this "favor."

During the entire sex act we never showed any overt affection though there
was more than enough passion to satisfy both of our lusts.  Considering the
immense pleasure Jim received I can't believe this would be the end of this
"arrangement."  But time would tell.

I really didn't feel I was being unfaithful to Sean, since, outside of hot,
hot sex, no emotional bonds were established.  But maybe I was fooling
myself.  Time would tell.



Sean:

Wednesday was an off day vis-à-vis swimming practice, the team generally
practiced four days a week: M,T,Th,F.  If I were to accomplish anything
this summer I'd have to get my mind off Andy and continue the research that
would ultimately lead to a Ph.D.  My fascination with American History gave
me an appetite to continue my studies.  I was working first towards an M.A.
in History.  I was thinking of writing a thesis on the sexual behavior of
our Founding Fathers, especially that of Benjamin Franklin, Alexander
Hamilton and my hero, Thomas Jefferson, and how it impacted their vision of
the nascent nation.  I wondered whether any of them lusted after their own
gender.  I knew that I definitely did.  Being surrounded by the fittest,
buffest, handsomest young men of age in town wearing next to nothing didn't
subdue my libido.  I longed to hook up with Andy ASAP.   But on Wednesday I
dutifully spent my time at the library narrowing the possible topics for my
Masters thesis.

My concentration was frequently interrupted by thoughts about my personal
situation.  I was determined to stay loyal to Andy and to Joyce.  I
realized that this dual faithfulness both to my wife and to my lover had a
hypocritical taint to it.  I guess that was one consequence of both being
bisexual, granted with a clear bent to my gay side, as well as a person who
had been taught to always honor his obligations.

Was I rationalizing my situation?  Possibly, but now was no time to have
second thoughts.  By Thursday I was desperate: I had to see and have
Andy.  Just
the thought of him made me hard, which meant I was hard most of Wednesday
and into Thursday morning.

By lunch time I couldn't keep from thinking about him, so I gave him a call
after he got off work, around 1:30.  He was pleased to hear from me, but
sounded really pooped.  I suggested that we meet at the same place we had
on Tuesday.  He said he was really worn out, but after I made my plea ("I
miss you so much, I can't get anything done.  I promise I won't wear you
out.  I've just got to hold you") he relented. "I'll come pick you up," I
offered.

Around 2:00 he jumped into my Miata, leaning over to kiss me, slumping in
the passenger seat, his hands clasped behind his head, stretching and
yawning.  I couldn't resist patting his muscled belly.  He laughed.  I
loved to hear him laugh.

We got to my colleague's home, fed the cat, cleaned out the litter box and
sat next to each other on the couch.  "You do look bushed," I told him, my
arm around his shoulders.  I pulled him to me and we kissed again.  He
seemed distracted and I asked him what's up.  He told me about Tommy and
Tim and how he helped set them up and their planned baseball "date" on
Thursday.

That may or may not have been what was bothering Andy, but we were happily
relaxed and comfortable just sitting there embraced.  At least he was happy.
Clearly he was not in the mood to do anything that would take any
effort.  After
a little while I suggested that I give him a massage.  I had learned how to
give simple, therapeutic massages when I was a student assistant coach of
the university swim team, years ago.

He liked the idea, so I told him to go upstairs and strip down to his
undershorts.  I found some bath towels and a bottle of canola oil in the
pantry and joined him.  When I got upstairs Andy was almost drifting off.  I
told him we needed to put towels on the bed first and then he groggily
stretched out on his stomach.  I took this opportunity to strip off my
clothes, save my boxers. I dribbled a bit of oil on his suntanned back and
gently but firmly began rubbing his shoulders, upper arms and back.  He
hummed his approval as I massaged the tension out of him.  What a great
torso he had: smooth, tan, nicely muscled.  The little hair he had was like
the lightest of peach fuzz, except for his armpits which held abundant
tufts of blond hair.

There was no doubt that this really turned me on, as I soon had quite a
boner.  But Andy could not see that.  At first I stood next to the bed, but
soon, to be able to bear down on his sore muscles, I got behind him on the
bed.  Soon I was massaging his lower back and upper butt, my hands slipping
into the waistband of his bikini briefs.  He murmured appreciatively, half
asleep.  I was on my knees between his legs, as I continued down on the
back of each of his upper legs and his gluteus maximus, exerting a good
deal of pressure.  I moved a bit back to massage his calves.

I couldn't resist lightly touching the back of each knee and running my
fingers along the inside of each of his thighs.  That woke him up and he
began to squirm, his lovely buns flexing.  He giggled and gasped as I
continued these lighter-than-a-feather touches.

Then he abruptly flipped over on his back, he eyes affixed to mine, a smile
on his face.  He saw my erection sticking out of my boxers and his smile
widened.  In a fraction of second I had fallen on him, and we were entwined
in a deep French kiss, our bodies once more desperately trying to merge.

I think we both were thinking the same thing as we rid ourselves of our
remaining clothes and hugged again, our cocks dueling, each looking for
some pleasurable home and outlet.  And then they quickly found them:
soixante-neuf! the most relaxing of sexual positions.

My mouth closed over his dripping cock, the tip of my tongue tasting his
sweet & salty precum.  I deep throated him, my nose deep in his pubic bush,
breathing in that combination of clean Andy and his musky sweat that was
such a turn on.  I began humming, sending vibrations from my throat down
his cock and into his body.  Meanwhile I felt his mouth on my genitals,
first teabagging me and then engulfing me.  We were lying on our sides.  I
reaching around his crotch, spread his butt cheeks and gently rubbed his
anus.  His responsive thrust gagged me for a moment.  I pulled back,
running my teeth carefully along his shaft, my tongue circling its
mushroom-like head.

Soon, each time I came up with a new way to stimulate him, he would imitate
 me.  It was not long before we both were on the verge of seminal
explosions.  Of course we couldn't tell each other since our mouths were
otherwise employed, but we could tell.  His rhythm picked up as his hands
pulled me into his mouth and within seconds we both came.

The volume of my cum far exceeded his, as I was able to swallow all of his
but mine was leaking out through his beautiful lips.  As I left his wet and
shiny cock I pulled myself up and licked away my own cum from his lips.  We
just lay there, our bodies in close contact, one's breath cooling the other.
I was very happy.

We both drifted off into a post-sex nap for a few minutes.  I woke with a
start, looked over at my love, his smooth tan skin broken by a band of
white below his waist, the center of which held his lovely flaccid member
nestled in a burst of abundant corn silk.  I looked at his peaceful face,
his thin lips in a dream-induced smile, his worry-free forehead and his
head covered with blond curls.  I couldn't resist running my finger down
his stubbled cheek, along his jaw line, under his chin, over his prominent
Adam's apple, and to the pit of his neck above the rib cage.  His eyelids
fluttered as he opened his eyes and a broad smile spread over his face.  My
finger continued its course between his pecs and down to his navel.  There
his thin passion trail of blond hair began and continue from tan to white
before it expanded into his wild pubes.  His penis began to stir, slowly
increasing in length and breadth.  Not a word was spoken.



Andy:

After an early morning of energetic butt fucking followed by a full 5 hours
of heavy landscaping on a sunny morning in the upper 80's, I was totally
bushed.  So when Sean asked if we could get together I was about to decline.
But he sounded so needy and I needed some TLC, too.  So he picked me up and
we went over to Ms. Bedell's house, the place we had met on Tuesday
afternoon.  Sean was clearly happy to be with me and, realizing my fatigue,
graciously offered to give me a massage.  That eventually led to one of the
most satisfying 69 session of sex, where our love and lust were both
satisfied and reinforced.  What a lucky person I am to have such a great
lover.

Afternoon practice went well and Tommy came over afterwards to tell me that
he and Tim would be getting together around 7 and going over to the Martens
game.  He seemed happy and a little apprehensive.  I wished him well and
awaited a full report.

Next: Part 21 – TGIF