Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2000 02:02:44 EST
From: And9082398@aol.com
Subject: Another Visit with Big Brian

 The Chronicles of Andy

                      Another Visit with Big Brian

                     by: and9082398@aol.com

     Note: The following accounts are entirely true.  My apologies in
advance if anyone recognizes themselves - for your benefits, I use no last
names or identifying characteristics.
     For those who, upon reading any account, want to contact me, feel free
to write and we shall see about meeting and creating our own chapter.

     Disclaimer: If you do not want to read a story of homoerotic sexuality
or think that it is inappropriate, please do not read any further.  If, on
the other hand, you want to read an account that quickly cuts to the chase
and just outlines the positions of a night of passion, read another account
as well.  Thank you.


     Hello, dear readers.  My name is Andy and I am 20 years old right now.
A brief background to clue you in to who and what I am.  I am a student at
one of the nation's top universities studying a very difficult major.  I
am, according to friends, a very sensitive and extremely intelligent
individual who enjoys either a night on the town or a relaxing evening at
home with equal fervor.  I have a girlfriend who I enjoy very much - the
sex is great and she has no idea of my real desires - and, to the public
eye, I am one of the most straight, all-American guys that my school has to
offer.

     I hate to be cocky, but I also am a pretty good-looking guy.  I've
been likened to Abercrombie and Fitch models - I have dirty blond hair
that's cut short but not too short, green eyes, and am 5'11".  I'm lucky
enough to have worked out throughout high school and continue the regime -
right now I maintain a washboard stomach, well-developed pecs, strong legs,
and, according to rumor, the best ass east of the Mississippi.  I'm lucky
enough to not be very hairy at all - just a bush around my cut cock (soft
at 5", hard at 8.5") and under my arms - although I'm considering growing
some facial hair.  And, in the mood of telling all, I'll clue you in to the
fact that, like the Greek hero "Nick" of the big pecs stories of several
years ago, I also have relatively large nipples.  Girls marvel over them -
as do guys, as I later found out - and they have been the source of
unbelievable pleasure to be from showing them off "inadvertently" to people
on the beach.

     Brian (see the first Brian section) and I have been getting together
off and on for several weeks now - just basic fooling around with a little
bit of hot and passionate frolicking thrown in - nothing terribly risque.
That worked out the best for both of us - neither of us had to let anyone
else know about our little secret and we could keep it a secret from any
other probing eyes.  He had his girlfriend to go back to, and I had my
casual partners of both sexes for fun at any time I wanted it...

     Up until this weekend, we were never even seen anywhere together in
public.  Now, everything will have to change, unless there are a lot of
forgetful people.  We are both members of a major community symphony
orchestra - he plays the tuba and I play the English horn.  This weekend
was one of the several gala performances that we do during the year - we
get dressed up in tuxedos and let the audiences ogle the bodies of the
finest undergraduates in the area as we make beautiful music for them.

     This morning, before our concert, we had a rehearsal that lasted for
two hours.  Rather than play in our fancy attire, Brian and I (as well as
some others) decided to change during our break before the concert.  The
rehearsal went well - Brian and I always look at each other and wink.  The
conductor caught me off guard once - yelling at me for not paying attention
to his hands.  All I could think of at the time was how badly I wanted
Brian's hands on me.

     Nonetheless, I made it through the rehearsal, fantasizing of the
evening when Brian and I could spend some time together.  Lunch break was
called, and several of us headed off for the hall's changing rooms.  Brian
was wearing a rugby short-sleeved shirt and a pair of worn jeans that
accentuated his big bulge - I was wearing a pair of khakis and a
button-down microfiber shirt.  We were both wearing old sneakers with no
socks.

     The time for lunch was ample - we had over an hour to change and eat.
I closed the door, "We don't want any disturbances or peeping tom's" and
then sat down at the bench in the room to untie my shoes.  Brian already
had his shoes off and was cracking his toes under the weight of his
muscular body.  Without even willing it, my cock was standing upright... a
noticeable bump in my khakis pressing against the zipper of the fly.

     Brian walked over to me, put one leg up on my shoulder and then, with
a slow sensual touch, put one hand on the other shoulder.  Slowly, he
worked his foot down, lower, lower, until he had reached my crotch.
Balanced on basically one foot, he started rubbing my groin up and down
with his huge foot.  I started grinding my pelvis rhythmically into his
strong toes - it was hot beyond belief.

    After several minutes of this, Brian stood up and unzipped my fly.  My
dick sprung out with so much force, I was afraid that it would get cut
along the teeth of the khakis.  Luckily for me, there was no problem -
these pants were well-used to the abuse!  I started to jerk myself off
while Brian began to undress.  First, he pulled his shirt over his head -
very slowly and seductively - and with a big grin plastered across his
face.  When he got to his upper chest, I almost spunked then and there -
that is without a doubt my favorite part of his body now.  When he was
lifting his shirt over his head, he looked like a little kid having trouble
getting ready for bed - or someone I should get into a bed right away.

    Next, off with the jeans - pretty quick especially with the fact that
he was wearing no underwear.  He looked at his watch and said, "Andy, time
to get dressed and ready."  I hadn't realized that we had spent about 20
minutes with just that little show and the foot job.  He pulled his tux on
quickly while I sat there mesmerized.  He walked towards me, sitting on the
bench, smiling.  He hadn't put on the cumberbund correctly - it was higher
than it ought to be... then I realized it was so that I would be able to
easily access his fat cock hanging from the fly of the dress pants.

    I set out to finish the task, using my tongue to flick the head while
using my lips to really give his cock a good washing.  Brian was pretty
turned on - after only two minutes he was pulling my hair and forcing my
head deeper into the musk of his crotch, always more enjoyable when he does
not wear underwear.  He began to moan, from deep within his body.  I was
kneeling on the floor, jacking myself off with one hand while orally and
manually stimulating him with the other.  His vocalizations got louder and
louder, until a wash of cum splattered into my throat.  Seconds later, I
came all over the floor.

    Unfortunately, our noise had attracted several people to the door - we
hadn't heard them knocking.  As we both shot, the door flew open, and six
of our fellow students peered into the room with gaping eyes.  They pulled
the door back closed immediately, but not before they all had realized what
was going on.  Brian and I both got dressed and went out to the stage,
red-faced but happy.  We were the topic of gossip for the rest of the day -
only time will tell of the repercussions.

Yours, Andy

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