Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2015 12:23:19 -0500
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphil69@gmail.com>
Subject: He and I (Part 5)

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).
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Part 5 – At last, friends with benefits

Me:

The month of May went by slowly.  My classes went well, and I got all A's.
As I counted down the days to May 30th.   Each day had been punctuated by
at least one jack off fantasy involving Sean.  I must have spilled billions
of sperm, enough to impregnate all the world's women, if only they
interested me.

Meanwhile Sean and I met at least once a week, getting to be closer and
closer friends.  My first attraction had turned into friendship and was
rapidly approaching love.

Last fall I had applied to go to the State University in Springfield and
received word of my admission at the end of April.  It's about an hour and
a half drive from here.

There were freshman orientations scheduled all through the summer and I
signed up for the very first one, on May 31st and June 1st, the two days
after graduation.  No use putting it off.

And that was what Sean said, too, "Let's not put things off, now that you
are a graduate."  He reserved a room at the Best Western in Springfield for
that weekend for all three nights, Friday through Sunday.  The room had two
double beds, "but we'll need only one," he said with a smile.  I felt weak
with desire.

Finally graduation day arrived.  My whole family came: mother, sister and
my mother's parents.   My mother had met Mr. Allcock several times before,
after the swim meets and at open school night.  She liked him.

 I graduated 5th in my class (of 262), academically, and got a special DAR
award for my essay on Thomas Jefferson.

Since Sean had to go up to Springfield that weekend so he had offered to
drive me to my orientation at State U.  How convenient. This spared me
borrowing the car from my mother, which made everybody happy.  None happier
than me.

He had an old 1990 red Miata that would be fun to ride in, for lots of
reasons I was soon to discover.

Sean:

The month of May went by slowly.  My classes went well, and I got all my
grades in by the day before graduation.

Early in May I had told Joyce that I had been appointed to the state
committee to choose social studies textbooks for the next year and the
first meeting was in Springfield the weekend after graduation.  Of course
that was not true, but it was plausible.  Was I sliding down a slippery
slope?  Perhaps, but this is truly what I wanted to do.

I also wanted to be at my best for my weekend with Andy so I abstained from
sex with my wife, Joyce, for the whole last week in May.  By Friday I was
as horny as a three-balled tomcat.

Finally the day arrived and I drove over the Andy's right after dinner,
around 8.  He had a small duffle.  It was quite a warm evening and he was
wearing shorts and a tank top.  I told his mother we'd be back around noon
on Monday, the first day of the summer break.

Andy threw his duffle behind the passenger seat, hopped in and belted
himself in.  And off we went as I quickly shifted into 5th.  My hand went
from the gear shift knob to Andy's bare knee.  I squeezed it once and began
massaging the inner thigh of his left leg.  Andy gave a laugh and put his
arms behind his head and stretched.  "That feels great!" he yelled above
the wind, since I had put the top down.

It was still light out and I noticed a wet spot on the front of his taut
shorts.  I studiously avoided touching his bulging package, not wanting him
to waste any of his passion here.  I thought, "God, this was going to be
one great weekend!"

Me:

Sean arrived right on time and off we went.  By the time we got out of the
city he already run his hand up my leg and I had an erection that lasted
the whole way to Springfield.

Soon after we left Sean said, "Oh, incidentally, I got you present.  It's
in the glove compartment."  I opened it up and there was a CD "The Best of
ARS."  How did he know I really loved the Atlanta Rhythm Section?  Anyway,
as I slipped the CD into the player, he said, "Play track 9 first."

I did and it was that great song, "So Into You."

Sean said, "That's what I think should be our song, since I am so into you,
Andy."  He leaned over and kissed me.

We listened.  The lyrics, "I am so into you I can't think of nothing else"
summed up both our feelings.

We spoke about everything: my upcoming college studies, the weather, my and
his family, etc.  Everything but sex and our budding relationship.

We made good time, finally pulling into the parking lot of the Best Western
around 9:20.  He checked in, came back and parked in the back.  Room 213,
nice, two double beds, big mirrors, and a large bathroom.   Upon entering
we immediately embraced.

It had been a long, long day, what with graduation and the drive.  We were
both tired and hot, but the combination of adrenalin and testosterone
overcame fatigue.  I started to take off my shirt, but he stopped me.  "Let
me do that," he said.  "Let's each of us take one piece of clothing off
each other till we are, well, finished."

I liked that, and let him pull my tank top off me.  He did it slowly,
coming close to me and letting his thumbs tickle my underarms as he
completed the task.

Now it was my turn, and I unbuttoned his shirt, no undershirt. First I
kissed his neck and the pit below it and then I kissed what I exposed after
each button was undone: his hirsute chest, below his rib cage, his abs, his
navel, following that love trail until I got to the top of his jeans.  I
know he liked what I was doing from his irregular breathing and moaning.  I
saw the result of my work (hardly work) in the prodigious effect it had on
what lay behind his fly.

"Now its my turn," he said, and he removed my shoes and socks, kissing each
foot in turn.  I looked down on his muscular hairless back and shoulders as
he did this, unable to prevent myself from placing my hands on them.  They
felt solid and warm.  He raised his head to look at me and smile.

After I had done the same for him, we both stood up and embraced again,
bare chest to bare chest.  "Now to get to the heart of the matter," he
laughingly said, cupping my groin with his hand.  By this time my precum
had made a spot the size of a quarter.  He unbuttoned my shorts and slid
them down and off my feet.  That left me wearing only a pair of red bikini
briefs  (the color of his Miata) with the clear outline of my rigid
member.  He knelt and ran his lips over it, from base to tip.  I could feel
his lips through my briefs, which made my cock even harder.

"My turn," I insisted, as I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his waist,
unzipped his fly, and pulled off his jeans.  He wore a pair of light blue
boxers that in no way could contain his erection.  Having little experience
with others' erections I can't really compare, but it was a large and thick
one, at least larger than mine.  It stuck out through his boxer fly, half
erect.  A crystal clear drop of precum was leaking from its slit, and a
drop was about to fall.   I lifted it off with my finger and tasted it. It
was a little salty and a bit sweet. "Mmmm," I said, looking up at him. He
smiled and said, "The taste of things to come, eh?"  Or did he say "to
cum?" I guess that's what the `pre-` means in "precum."

I brought my lips close to the tip of his cock, but before I could make
contact, he abruptly said, "It's my turn."

He lifted me up so we once more were chest to chest.  Then he slid his
hands down my back, slipping them under the waistband of my briefs and held
both my buttocks.  He pulled me to him while sliding my briefs off.  My
hardon offered a little resistance, but finally popped out and my underwear
dropped to my feet.  I stepped out of them, and now I was naked as a jay
bird.  My cock, now hard as a rock, was standing tall and sandwiched
between our abs.  God, it felt sooo good.

I was quick to do the same for him, and now our penises were dueling, the
precum abundant and making viscous, sticky threads between our abdomens as
we writhed, feeling each other over the full length of our bodies.

I was really enjoying this, learning what of me I liked touched.  I never
realized how much better it felt to have someone other than myself touch my
cock, my chest, by butt, etc. I was soon to find out what other places were
even greater!

Sean:

Finally, we were both nude.  As I stripped his briefs off him his cock
popped up and stood almost vertically, emerging from a golden halo of thick
pubic hair.  We embraced, our cocks wrestling between our abdomens, getting
squishy with the prolific precum.   I stepped back and grabbed both our
cocks with my right hand and holding them together, stroking them.  Andy
exclaimed, thrusting his pelvis.

I realized if this went on for another minute or so we would both come.  I
didn't want that to happen, yet.   So I suggested we clean off from the
steamy day and the sweat we generated by our, er, explorations by taking a
shower, together.

He agreed and I took his hand and led him into the bathroom.

Next part – A shower together.