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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