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.
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Part 3 – a morning to remember
Andy:
I woke up around 7 AM. I'm a morning person who often took a jog before sunrise. Of course the sun was already up. We were still spooning, Sean behind me with an arm draped over me. I could feel his chest on my back, and his rigid cock on my buttocks. I didn't want to wake him, so a lay there quietly, and thought about what happened the night before. All my past thoughts of having my cock sucked didn't hold a candle to the real thing. I was amazed that I hadn't passed out, it felt so great! By now I had a boner of my own.
Just then Sean must have woken. He mumbled, "Damn, I'm so pissproud," and got up to go pee. He turned to me as he left, "Don't get up yet." I ogled his broad shoulders and narrow hips as he walked to the john.
He returned and resumed spooning me. Then he gave me a reach around with his left hand stroking my hardened cock. He was hard again, too.
"I'd like to taste your cock, too," I said, as I rolled over to face him.
He smiled and ran his hand gently over my rough cheek. "OK," and he turned on his back and spread his legs. I slid way down the bed between his legs and began by kissing the insides of his upper thighs, moving stealthily towards my target. His ballsac was much looser this morning and I was able to kiss each testicle in turn, taking each one into my mouth. His cock was rigid and jumped each time I teabagged a ball. It was leaking a lot of precum that dripped on his well-defined abs.
Finally I arrived at the base of his rod and, having experienced his technique last night in the shower, matched it as best I could. Yes, his cock was longer and thicker than mine, but I was able to take most of it in. I found my tongue exploring the mushroom-like head, especially its oozing pee hole.
My hands also kept busy, as I covered each buttock, pulling him towards me. I separated his cheeks and brushed his anal region, which elicited a gasping yelp.
By now Sean was saying, "yes, yes, yes," louder and louder and moaned with pleasure. I returned my complete attention to giving him great head. He started to thrust, faster and faster. Nothing was going to hold him back. Within a few moments my mouth was filling with his jizz. He made about six liquid deposits. Then I shimmied up his sweaty body and returned some of the jism as I kissed him, swallowing some of it myself.
Sean:
Now it was Andy's turn to experience performing fellatio for the first time. And he was very, very good. I especially loved how he began with the inside of my thighs and moved up. His young, unshaven cheek felt unbelievable as he approached my crotch.
For amateurs I thought we were both pretty good, but who was I to judge. In any case, we both gave each other great pleasure.
After I came in his mouth and he returned some of my semen as we kissed, I fell back, lying next to Andy, and drifted off for a few minutes into a post-ejaculatory bliss. It was just like the post-coital peace I felt after sexual intercourse with my wife.
That brought to mind a joke I heard when I was a teenager (a relict from my parents' generation): When the young husband was asked whether he smoked after sex, he responded, "I never looked."
Well Andy and I were really smoking.
Looking over to him and seeing his rampant erection I realized he had not had an orgasm when I ejaculated. So, I rolled over him entwining my fingers with his, lifting our arms over our heads. Armpit to armpit, mouth to mouth, pec to pec, abs to abs, , cock to cock, knees touching, I smothered his face with kisses and I ground my crotch into his. By now I had regained my erection and his had never diminished. Our bumps and grinds became coordinated and in no time we both poured out a new supply of cum between our bodies, making a sticky, squishiness.
I kissed his ear and whispered, "Just as giving head has the fancy name of fellatio (from the Latin), what we just did also has a name, frottage (from the French meaning `rubbing')." I couldn't resist always being the teacher. What an education he was getting! As was I!!
I lingered a few more minutes, loving the feeling of the wet warmth between our abdomens. I gave him one more hug and jumped off the bed and into the shower.
After I washed off, I wrapped a towel around my waist and proceeded to shave. Andy followed, taking a quick shower. I was almost finished shaving, when Andy came out of the shower and, completely wet and nude, wrapped his arms about me, burying his face into my shoulder. He looked up and we looked at each other in the mirror, staring deeply into each other's eyes. "I am guessing you have even more things to teach me," he whispered. I responded by pushing my butt back into him.
Andy's orientation program began at 9 that morning and ran till 3 pm. I arranged for us to meet at the Springfield Art Museum soon after.
Now for the free breakfast our motel promised. Boy were we hungry, for food that is. Our other hungers would be satisfied later in the day.
Next – learning something new from the art museum