Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2000 13:10:25 EST
From: And9082398@aol.com
Subject: Big Brian

The Chronicles of Andy

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.

    To start this account, I also must describe Brian to you.  Brian is
currently my residential advisor - for those of you who don't know or never
went to college, a residential advisor is an individual who acts as a sort of
disciplinarian/friend for students.  He is several years older than his
residents and is responsible for their health and well-being.  Brian is a
good-looking guy himself - also with dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and a face
like an Abercrombie and Fitch model (you can see I really like those models,
huh?).  He's tall, easily clearing 6'2", and has a pretty good-looking body
in clothes - seems like he doesn't have much muscle but is solidly built -
like a football player or so.

    Now, on to the action...  One night, my suitemates were being
particularly noisy and it was late in the evening, about 11:30 or so.  Our
neighbors from both sides called in to complain about the ruckus and, sure
enough, Brian, the knight in shining armor, or actually just a tee-shirt,
jeans and beat-up old sneakers) came knocking at the door.  They let him in
to their room (the door to my own bedroom being closed and locked) and he
proceeded to reprimand them.  The sound of his deep voice made my cock jump
to attention and - with each word, I stroked, thinking about how I'd love to
hear it (and him) moaning on my bed.

    After several minutes of him talking, and me stroking, he stopped.  I
assumed that he was leaving - I heard his footsteps, but instead of leaving,
I heard a key in the lock of my door and the door slowly swing open.  Brian
poked his head in, switched on the small light on my desk, and was treated to
the sight of a "sleeping" guy (me) halfway under the covers wearing just a
pair of silk boxers but covered up to my belly button by the blanket.  I
pretended to have been sleeping, sitting up, and rubbed my eyes.  Slowly, I
propped myself up on the pillow and said, "What do you want at this hour?"

    "Oh, Andy, I'm sorry to wake you up now.  I thought for sure that your
suitemates would have been keeping you up.  I can just leave, sorry."

    "Brian, I'm awake now.  What was it that you would have said if I was
awake, anyway?"

    "Just would have let you know that they won't be making much noise late
at night anymore - they're on probation and all.  Hey, since you're up, you
want to talk a little?  We haven't really talked since before the winter
break."  I'm lying there thinking, `and this cock is going to soften how?
What do I do?'

    "Sure, Brian.  I don't have a chair or anything here.  Maybe we should
hold off, then."

    "Andy, I can always sit over on the floor.  It doesn't bother me.  I
mean, I'm the one who woke you up - maybe I'll just leave.  Is there anything
I can do for you before I go?"  He was standing there with a kind of pathetic
look on his face - like a puppy dog who had just been scolded, and I smiled
at him.

    "Brian, there are three, no two, things that you can do for me."

    "Ok, shoot."

    "First, turn off that goddamn light!  I'm cranky because it's bright in
here now.  Second, if you want to stay, light one of the candles on my desk.
I know it's against policy and all, but I won't tell if you won't.  That
should do it.  Maybe we'll talk for a little bit."

    "Andy, that was only two things.  What's the third?"

    "Brian, forget about the third.  I was going to ask for a third favor -
as if you were a genie or something - but never mind."

    "Andy, come on - what?  I owe you a little bit more than lighting a
candle.  Is it a problem with your room?  Classes?  Girls?  What?"

    "No, Brian, nothing really like that.  It's just that, when I get woken
up, I can't fall asleep very easily.  There's only one thing that really
relaxes me enough to fall back to dreamland - a good, deep massage.  But, I
couldn't ask you to do that for me.  You're my RA and all, it's really
inappropriate."

    "Andy, sure!  That's no problem - it's just a favor that guys should do
for each other if desired.  Turn over."

    With that, our conversation pretty much stopped and I began to start to
get really excited.  Here was one of my crushes sitting on my bed, getting
ready to massage my back.  Slowly, he began to knead his hands around my
shoulders, digging in with his hands and close-cut fingernails.  He was
raking them across my neck and shoulders, then pressing in with his fists,
and then back with the nails.  Slowly, he began to work his hands lower -
along my well-defined back, and, at the same time, working his hands around
to go up the sides of my chest, too, with light fluttery touches.  The
sensation was unbelievable and I began to grind my cock into the bed.  A few
more minutes of this and I would surely blow my load!

    With slight pushing, Brian was slowly working his way lower and lower on
my back, going down lower and lower until he was up to the waistband of my
shorts and the covers of my blanket.  Suddenly, he reached the shorts, and
felt how wet they were.  "Andy, are you OK?  Your shorts are pretty wet.  I
guess it's because it's so hot in here, why don't you just take them off - I
can do a better job without them on anyway."

    "Nah, Brian.  I'll leave them on for a little while longer.  Thanks,
though."  Playing hard to get always makes it a little more fun for both
parties...

    "Andy, then, flip over so that I can do your front."  With that, I rolled
over, keeping my shorts on and trying to keep my cock from popping out.  What
I ended up doing was adjusting my cock so that the tip was poking out from
the top - I laid it vertically - so that it was kept restrained.  Brian
started in on my neck and slowly worked his way south - rubbing my pecs, and
working on my nipples, massaging the two points until I thought I would
surely cum.  But, no, I held out, waiting to see where he'd go because I
wasn't sure how he would respond to my ejaculation...

    Slowly, he rubbed lower and lower, going further and further south until
he was all over my abs.  He had to lean in to really do a good job and his
head was right over my crotch.  His breath was tickling my cock, the warmth
of it was almost more than I could bear.  His massaging hands carried him
down and, abruptly, he hit the top of my cock.  I knew that I was leaking
pre- cum like crazy, and sure enough, he pulled his hand away with the touch
of the throbbing, dripping rod.  Unsure of how he would respond, I started to
apologize, "Brian, I'm sor-."

    "Andy, no need for apologies.  It's only natural that you would get hard
- hey, I'm a little aroused myself.  And you know what, these clothes are
pretty restraining.  You're just lying there in a pair of silk boxers - I'm
wearing everyday clothes.  You mind if I slip out of them?"

    "Mind?  Of course not.  Look at what you've been doing for me - I would
love to repay you."

    "Well, then, I'll make this a little fun for you.  How bout a little
strip show?"

    "Wow, Brian.  Fine by me!  By the way, how did you know that I would go
for this, anyway?  I thought that I was doing a great job of `keeping up
appearances' what with a girlfriend and all."

    "Andy, there is such a thing as `gay-dar' or whatever else you want to
call it, you know.  I was pretty sure even from the first day.  But, I
couldn't be sure until tonight, and I'm kind of glad that your suitemates are
so damn annoying that I had to come up and check it out.  But, enough with
the talking or else we'll both lose courage."

    "Not on your life - smile - but let's get going anyway."  We both laughed
and he stood up in front of me.  Slowly, he inched up his shirt, pulling it
up and then letting it drop, over and over.  Each time, he revealed a few
more inches, letting me see a much stronger-looking chest than I had ever
imagined and a pair of cute, little nipples atop snow-white pecs.  On his
last pull, he showed me a surprising sight - he shaved his armpits and was,
it seemed, completely hairless.  He smiled at me and asked if I was ready for
the rest of the show.

    I nodded, looking with excitement at his bulge.  I slowly started pulling
on my cock, which was rock-hard and turning purple with waiting and
anticipation.  He pulled down the zipper on his jeans, showing off the base
of his cock (he must have come prepared because he wasn't wearing any
underwear!), and then turned around, pulling down his jeans in the back to
show off his beautiful, well-rounded ass.  He bent down, waving his ass in
the air practically right in front of my face, and untied his shoes slowly,
then kicked them off to one corner of the room.  Here was a stud who knew how
to use his body - standing there and keeping me with bated breath and pulsing
cock on my own bed.

    He lowered his jeans and I admired his backside to no end - I was almost
ready to cream - when he began, very slowly, to turn towards me.  Before the
rest of his front had come into view, I saw a monstrous bulge, almost like a
hero or a sub hanging off of his lower body.  I blinked several times, until
I finally accepted that this 10" monster was actually real.  He started to
walk towards me and I couldn't hold it anymore.  Between his boyish smile,
his hot body, his sexy swagger and the rest of the show - I blew then and
there, shooting for a good 45 seconds.  He smiled and took some up his
fingers, tasting it.

    Brian sat down on the bed next to me and kissed me gently.  Slowly, the
kiss became more passionate, and we started to lie backwards.  He started
kissing my neck and - to follow suit, I did the same to him with slight
maneuvering.  We started traveling south on each other - by that time and
with this stimulation, I was hard once again.  Soon, we were in a full 69
position and sucking away at each others cocks.  We both were grabbing fast
and furious at each others' asses - his fingers were deep inside my crack and
I was massaging his ass, pushing the clenching cheeks from side to side.  I
heard his moans, welling up from deep within him, and I'm sure that he was
not deaf to mine.  We both increased the tempo, faster, faster, faster,
faster, until, in one brilliant burst, we both shot deep into each others'
throats.

    Brian coughed a little bit, but nonetheless, we both sat up and kissed
deeply once again - trading each others' cum in one of the sloppiest and most
romantic kisses I have ever experienced.
Suddenly, the candle flame went out.

    "Andy, that must be my cue to leave.  I'll see you around and remember, I
have the key to this room... and noisy roommates will not be my only reason
for coming in..."  With that, he got dressed, wiping off the last traces of
cum from his cock.  He headed for the door, pulled it open, gave a little
salute, and walked out of the suite.


Readers: I hope that you enjoyed the first installation of my attempts to
recount my life experiences.  Brian and I continue to enjoy each other - this
episode occurred only 13 nights ago - on Thursday, January 13.  I can tell
you more of the encounters between Brian and I, or I can tell of the other
college or high school experiences I've had.  Please write me and let me know
of what you think - comments or criticisms - at and9082398@aol.com.  Until
then, I'm yours, Brian.