Andy and Sean
This is a story of the emerging sexual relationship and adventures of Andy Johnson and Sean Allcock, from both their perspectives. It is fictional, aspirational, and hot.
For more background on how they met, found each other and realized their mutual attraction you can find parts 1 to 4 of a story called "He and I" in the Gay Male — Adult Youth section of nifty.org.
Part 1 of Andy and Sean* is identical to Part 5 of "He and I". So you can follow their developing relationship at either location. *
Suffice to say, Andy, 18, is a recent high school graduate and Sean, 27, was his young teacher and swim team coach, who is now his good friend. They are about to become "friends with benefits," or even more, as Sean drives Andy to Springfield for Andy's college orientation and a weekend of discovery.
My name is Andrew (andrewphil69@gmail.com). People call me Drew. I would appreciate feedback and any suggestions to make these stories even hotter and more, well, satisfying to my readers' needs.
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Part 10 – Jogging with benefits
Andy:
Sean came by at 7:30 the next morning, Tuesday. This time he came on his Harley (an ironic expression considering some of our future rides). It was a cool morning and we had sweatshirts over our running gear. He said I could use Joyce's helmet. He said it was adjustable and placed it on my head to see how well it fit. As we stood there face-to-face he skewered me with his eyes and whispered, "I missed you." I smiled and quietly replied, "So did I." We were both aware that we could be seen by anybody (my mother, brother, a neighbor).
We were going to jog the trails at Fair Oaks Park, on the north side of town, about 20 minutes away. I swung myself on the cycle behind him, first holding on with my hands grasping the supports behind me but, once we were out of the neighborhood, I wrapped my arms around him. Hugging him, I could feel his warmth and his regular breathing.
After a couple of minutes, with one hand around his chest I moved the other to his waist and then under his sweatshirt, massaging his abs. I could tell he liked this, so my hand went under his running singlet and began caressing his hairy chest, pinching each nipple encountered. As they became erect to my touch I was confident another part of him had also become erect. But to be sure I returned to his belly and felt the damp tip of his cock escaping the waistband of his running shorts. I let the side of my hand run back and forth over it, making him squirm with pleasure. I slid a hand into his shorts, running my fingers over the length of his erection. I yelled in his ear, "Keep your eyes on the road, I'll take care of him later."
By this time we had arrived at the park's trailhead. The course ran about 5 miles through deep woods. After stretching we were off, at a 6 mph pace. It was a warm, humid morning and we were quickly covered with sweat. At the 3-mile point we stopped to rest. I asked him how his return home went. He said it was good seeing his wife and kid, but he said he couldn't stop thinking of me. He looking up and down the trail, then took me in his arms and kissed me. We moved off the trail into the trees. His pungent sweet and slightly sour smell of him washed over me. I cupped his ass, pulling him tightly to me. I could feel his rigid cock against my abdomen, as I ground my crotch into his. "God, I'd love to fuck you right now, standing up," I exclaimed.
"Yes, please fuck me," he responded. We moved deeper into the brush, never letting go of each other. I pulled down his shorts, and mine, too. He dropped to his knees in front of me, taking my cock into his mouth, covering it with his saliva and making it even harder. He arose, turned his back to me, and spread his legs. By now my penis had a coating of his saliva, plus my precum, as well as our sweat. He bent over and I slowly and smoothly broached his anus and entered him. My right hand rested on his back while I reached around with my left to stroke his erection. Why my left? I realized that's the one I use to masturbate. I guess it was the heat of the day that kept my ball sac fully extended and I felt it swing freely as I began thrusting into him. He gasped in pleasure as I pounded him. His tight ass felt good to fuck, giving me the stimulation I desired. After about half a minute Sean yelled that he was coming. I was still fucking him when I remembered that I was not protected! I should say, HE was not protected. This guilty thought had hit me just I was about to come. I knew that nothing could stop me shooting my load, but I immediately pulled out and came with such power that the first stream of semen went entirely over his back and head, only the second and third streams landing on the back of his head and across his back. As he stood up I smeared the jism over his back. He quickly turned to me bearing a smile of absolute pleasure and we embraced. As we pulled up our shorts and slipped our singlets on the jism mixing with our sweat making our clothes stick to our well-defined physiques. We leaned on each other panting.
"What are we going to do about this?" he asked, almost sobbing. "I can't seem to have a waking moment without thinking about you. I'm dying to be with you, to be in you, or better still, you in me all the time."
I told him there must be a way, but had no concrete suggestions. We couldn't continue our intimate relationship at either of our homes. This open air sex was both risky. This town had too many eyes. But I told him hopefully, "There must be a way, there has to be."
We went back to the track and finished our five-mile run, surprisingly at an even faster pace.
Before he took me home he told me that our first swim meet would be the following week against the Springfield Dolphins and that we'd have a practice Thursday afternoon. That was Chad's team! It was an away meet, giving both of us hope of some, well, opportunities. Perhaps even more of them for me. Little did I know that there were some additional opportunities much closer to home.
Sean:
I picked up Andy for our jogging date. He had not had the pleasure of being a passenger on my Harley, but I soon discovered, thanks to his aggressive sexuality, that our ride to Fair Oaks Park, would be a very erotic one. I never felt so close to him as when he held on to me during that ride. In fact, I was tempted to suddenly accelerate, making him hold me even tighter.
Soon I felt his hand exploring under my sweatshirt, under my singlet, in my shorts. I was sure that I would ejaculate before we got there, but luckily I didn't, the best was to come.
We set a good jogging pace and after about 3 miles too a break. Once more Andy was determined to satisfy himself, and me. Since we were along on the path I good the opportunity to kiss him. He took this sign of affection as an invitation to go further. Who was I to stop him? He said he would love to have sex right there and then. I had my reservations, but my lust/love for him overcame them. What can I say? We slipped into a denser woods and he slipped into me. This time he brought me along, stimulating my prostate while stroking my cock. Soon each thrust rubbed my prostate giving me an extra knee-weakening jolt. As I yelled that I was about to come he picked up the pace of his ass pounding. Then he gasped, "Shit! I forgot the condom!" and pulled out as I shuddered with my uncontrollable ejaculation. He came a split second later sending some of his jism onto my back and into my hair. As I stood up I ran my hand through my hair and licked the jism off my fingers. I turned to him and we had a very slippery embrace catching our breaths as we scrambled back into our clothes. I then grabbed his junk and said, "Thanks, I needed that."
He replied, "Anytime, for you" and French kissed me. God, I love him!
I realized that he had taken my warnings about avoiding bareback sex quite seriously, even in the passion of the moment! Good for him, it may save him and others much sadness in their futures.
As we jogged back to my bike I told him about the upcoming swim meet in Springfield. He seemed especially interested. I told him that we would have a practice on Thursday afternoon, and that I probably wouldn't see him till then.
Part 11 - Our town's swim team