Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2015 22:05:01 -0500
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphil69@gmail.com>
Subject: He and I (Part 22)

I'd appreciate any feedback, suggestions or questions you might have (
andrewphil69@gmail.com).  Whatever turns you on.


Don''t forget that Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories.

http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html


Stay hard, Drew


[This series is copyrighted.]


===========================================

He and I


Part 22 — A day off


Andy:


Finally a day of relative rest, no plans this morning as I slept in, waking
around 10:30.  I lay there running over the events of the last two week
from my first sex with Sean to the bizarre "favor" I did for Jim last
Thursday, not to mention my swim with Chad, my likely roommate next fall.
Suddenly so much of my sexual fantasies were coming true, even some that I
had never dreamed of.  It was as if a vast smorgasbord of pleasures were
being spread before me and I liked most of what I sampled.  Any guilt I
might have felt having fallen in love with Sean, while being a willing
participant in whatever gay sex happened to come my way, was drowned out by
the novelty of these sublime pleasures.


In any case this was a rest day for me, a time out from all this sex. No
sex, not even masturbation.  To keep my mind off it I had lined up a whole
bunch of chores around the house, from putting our own yard in order to
cleaning the gutters, followed by a heavy workout at the gym.


But that visit to the gym was almost my undoing.  First, I was doing a
series of arm crosses when across from me was a handsome older man, perhaps
in his early 40's, who couldn't keep his eyes off me.  He was built like a
college wrestler, stocky with broad, strong shoulders and strong legs with
narrow hips. But had the face of an Adonis, with a close-cut dark brown
beard with a few grey hairs around the chin.  It probably didn't help that
I was wearing a tight, workout shirt that hugged my torso as I was
exercising my well-defined pecs.  At first I ignored him, though I couldn't
deny his attractiveness.  When I did make brief eye contact I was careful
to show no interest, my glance brief and sliding by.  When I moved to the
end of the area to do some bench presses he followed.  I was on my back and
as I finished a set I could sense he was standing just behind my head.  I
looked up to see him looking down at me, upside down.  "Lookin' good," he
said.


I said, "Thanks," and got up, turned my back to him and walked over to an
incline to work my abs.  He followed and said, "My name's Brad, what's
yours?"


I turned around and said, "I really don't have time to chat, OK?"


"OK," he responded with raised eyebrows, "maybe some other time."  And he
walked away.


I watched him as he receded, appreciating the view of this extremely macho
guy.  About 10 yards from me he suddenly swung around.  It was too late to
avoid his eyes and he caught mine.  We held our eye contact for what seemed
a full minute (though probably only a few seconds).  He had light hazel
eyes and I felt violated, so deep was his penetrating gaze.  A gentle smile
spread over this face and he left.


Weirdly, as we made eye contact I achingly wanted to be violated by him.
He reeked maleness.  I envisioned him grabbing me and quickly stripping me
of my clothes, all of them, my spandex top and workout shorts.  Then
throwing me down on my back, naked.   Dropping his shorts, spreading my
legs with his knees and placing each of them over each of his shoulders,
his hands firmly holding my wrists above my head.  Then violently and
completely fucking me with an enormous cock, stretching my willing but
tight rectum, over and over, each thrust so powerful it pushed my back a
foot or so, until on the tenth fuck he came within me, as I too exploded
with such force that I covered my face with my jism.  As I fantasized my
own rape, blood rushed into my groin and my knees got weak just thinking
about it.  I think he knew what I was thinking.  So much for Brad.


Then, as I continued with my abs exercise, suddenly Jim was standing before
me.  Where the hell did he come from?  He smiled, and I said, "I don't have
time for you.  Can't you see I'm working out?"


His smile turned into a smirk and responded, "How about Eric?  You have
time for Eric?  I think Eric would make time for you."


"Get lost," I sneered.


"You didn't even have the courtesy of returning my phone call," he added.


"Listen, Jim, I'm sorry I just don't have time for any of this today,"
realizing I really didn't want to alienate him completely.


His face softened and said, "Sure I understand, just wanted to say hi," and
walked away.


After my workout I took a long, cold shower.  Didn't help much.  But I did
keep my promise of no sex, not even `pleasuring my self.'  Of course, that
didn't keep me from thinking about Sean, Jim & his Eric, and the
temptations of Brad.


Andy


A quiet productive weekend, free from everything but my thoughts of Andy.
I swear I thought about him at least every five minutes, my cock
continuously and regularly getting semi-hard as a result .  Meanwhile I
worked on my historical research.  It is amazing the size of the record our
Founding Fathers left in the form of letters.  To capture their sexual
natures required reading much between the lines.