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My Night With Andy
by Mark J. (address withheld)

***

A sexually-frustrated college student spends a weekend 
in a cabin with his gay friend. Soon they are more than 
just good friends. This is a true story. (MM, 1st-gay-
expr, rom, anal)

***

My first venture into gay sex has left me uncertain but 
very excited. I am a college freshman, and until 
recently I thought I was straight. But a couple of 
weeks ago I had an encounter with another male student 
that I cannot wait to repeat.

Let me tell you a word about myself. My name is Mark, 
and I'm nineteen, about six feet tall, and well-built. 
Women have always found me attractive. Unfortunately, 
my sex life hasn't been much. My girlfriend Beth, a 
beautiful brunette, insists on remaining a virgin. If 
I'm lucky, a date will end with her giving me a hand-
job while I play with her tits.

Maybe my frustration had something to do with what 
happened a few weeks back. Andy is an openly gay 
student and very effeminate in manner. He's slim, about 
four inches shorter than me, with long brown hair and 
penetrating dark eyes. I'll admit that at first I was 
repulsed by him; when other guys referred to him as 
"that queer" or "that faggot," I certainly didn't 
object.

But over the course of the year we were in a few 
classes together and became pretty friendly. I didn't 
hide my sexual disappointment with Beth from him, 
either. So I guess I should have known what to expect 
when he invited me to spend a weekend at a mountain 
cabin a couple of hours from the campus. I said yes.

As we drove to the cabin late that Friday afternoon, I 
noticed that Andy seemed to be brushing against me or 
resting his hand on my shoulder at every opportunity. 
It startled me to realize that this didn't bother me or 
seem "unnatural." In fact, I began to reciprocate, 
telling myself it was good to get rid of stupid 
prejudices. At least that's why I thought I was doing 
it.

I realized something more was going on once we got to 
our destination. The cabin had one bedroom only, with a 
queen-sized bed. Andy excused himself to change his 
clothes, and when he came back he was wearing a clingy 
spaghetti-strap tank-top and cuffed, form-fitting denim 
short-shorts -- all very feminine, especially on his 
clean-shaven arms and legs. 

He wore a pretty woman's watch, the delicate black 
leather band fitting his thin arm perfectly. He looked 
up at me with a smile and held out the watch for my 
inspection. "Do you like it? It looks so much better on 
me than a man's watch."

I told him I thought it was very nice -- in fact, I had 
just bought the same one for my girlfriend. He said he 
was pleased I was so accepting because he couldn't wear 
feminine things at college without taking a lot of 
abuse.

I felt myself getting an erection, so I stepped into 
the bathroom. What was happening to me? Andy was gay 
and I wasn't, so why did I suddenly find myself 
desiring him? Maybe I just missed Beth; after all, the 
watch reminded me of her. And was that just a 
coincidence, or was my companion trying to confuse me? 
All I knew for sure was that I was hornier than I could 
ever remember, and it wasn't Beth I wanted.

Try as I did, it was hard not to think about sex for 
the rest of the evening. While Andy cooked dinner I 
found myself eying his tight little butt. He caught me 
staring and smiled knowingly, and I reddened with 
embarrassment. He wiggled his sexy ass at me every 
chance he got.

Finally it was time to turn in, and I got into the bed 
with my undershorts on. Andy stripped off all his 
clothes beside the bed, leaving nothing on besides the 
pretty watch. "Hope you don't mind," he said, "but I 
never wear pajamas." I told him that whatever he wanted 
was OK with me. To show him I was no prude I yanked off 
my own undershorts.

As I lay there in the dark, I found myself too excited 
to sleep. The night air was cool. With only one 
blanket, we both shivered. "It's freezing," I 
complained. "Slide over here next to me," Andy replied. 
"We'll help each out." He turned on his side away from 
me.

I nestled up behind him, forming myself to the contours 
of his body and draping my arm across his chest. He 
locked his fingers in mine in an intimate grip. As my 
cock brushed against his smooth, firm buns, I tried to 
think of something else, anything else, but it was no 
use. My prick grew hard. Andy pressed back against me. 
"You must be thinking of Beth," he chuckled softly. 
"How sweet." Andy knew he turned me on, and he was 
enjoying the role of the tease.

Eventually I dozed off, into a dream that Andy was 
sucking me off. I soon stirred again, to discover that 
we had reversed positions, with Andy now behind me. As 
I became more alert, I realized that his hand was 
wrapped around my cock, already stiff. The bright 
moonlight illuminated the room as though it were day. I 
looked down and saw that lovely wristwatch, so 
feminine, and Andy's slender fingers on my thick 
manhood.

"I couldn't sleep, Mark," he whispered into the back of 
my neck. "I hope you don't mind my wake-up technique." 
Hardly! I reached down and began to stroke his arm and 
hand lightly, letting my fingers play with the watch as 
I did.

Andy pumped my swollen manmeat with a firm grip, 
squeezing me harder at the base. As I began to moan and 
breathe rapidly, he stroked harder. "I love how that 
feels," I gasped. "I love how your cock feels, firm and 
manly," he replied, without letting up. His own rigid 
cock pressed against my backside. The room was spinning 
now, electric sensations shooting through my love tool, 
as I felt my orgasm welling up from the bottom of my 
groin. I erupted with a loud sigh as spurts of cum 
sprayed out onto the sheets.

"Your cock is beautiful when you cum," Andy said a few 
moments later. "I hope you enjoyed it." "Sure did," I 
said, still not looking at him. Truth is, I didn't know 
what to think. I turned on the lamp, slipped into the 
bathroom, and splashed water on my face as I tried to 
collect myself. But all I could think about was Andy's 
soft touch and how much I wanted to make love to him.

I returned to the bedroom with my cock already rising 
again. Still lying in bed, he smiled as I approached, 
and reached out to me with open arms. "It's O.K., you 
know. I won't tell anyone."

Drawn to him now by forces too strong to deny, I 
climbed back into the bed and slid on top of him. Our 
cocks brushed together, firm male flesh seeking its 
own, the lust overwhelming. I gazed down at Andy. His 
lips were full and sensuous, begging to be kissed. I 
licked my own lips, then moved down to taste his mouth. 
He kissed softly, like a woman, but his lips were much 
firmer. I liked it. I pushed my tongue into his mouth 
and explored every corner.

Andy's hands followed the curve of my spine, then 
wandered down as he traced the crack of my ass. I 
reached beneath him, fondling his ass cheeks, and began 
to probe his butthole with my finger. It slipped in 
easily as he gasped with pleasure.

"Will you make love to me, Mark? Will you fuck me? 
Please?" Andy's begging matched my own mounting ardor. 
He reached over into his knapsack for a condom and some 
lubricating gel. After slipping the rubber over my 
manmeat, he greased me up; I did the same to his ass.

Then he rolled on his back, tucked a pillow under his 
hips, and held his legs up against his chest. "I like 
to watch my lover when we fuck," he murmured. It did 
not seem at all strange to be called his lover.

I moved on my knees to place the tip of my cock at his 
puckered brown hole, while he rested his legs on my 
shoulders. "It can be a bit tight at first," Andy 
directed, "so start slow." I pressed my tool against 
the rim of his ass, and in a moment the head popped in. 
I eased myself into his back passage an inch or so at a 
time, until my full 7" were lodged deep inside his butt 
and my balls rested against the cheeks of his ass.

His butthole was deliciously tight. Andy gave a deep 
sigh of pleasure. "Your cock is every bit as wonderful 
as I imagined," he said. I looked down into his dark 
brown eyes and felt the urge to kiss him again. Our 
tongues met and danced together.

I began to move my cock in and out, urged on by Andy's 
knowing fingers on my abdomen. As I thrust in hard, I 
saw his eyes roll back. "You like my big cock up your 
ass, pretty boy, don't you?" I grunted. "Ah, yes," he 
gasped. "I need a strong manlover. Like you." He moved 
his hands across my arms and my chest, pinching my 
sensitive nipples. "And you like my ass," he went on. 
"You like having a tight little hole to fuck."

He placed his hand on my cheek, his woman's watch 
brushing my neck and chin. I nibbled on the watch band. 
Andy smiled. "Does Beth do this for you? Does she give 
herself to you like I do?" That drove us both over the 
edge. "I'm gonna cum," I groaned. Andy reached down to 
pump his own hard cock. In moments he erupted, gobs of 
sticky white jism splattering his belly and chest. I 
followed, roaring out my climax as I jammed myself deep 
into his bowels.

The rest of that weekend was a sexual feast, as I 
explored Andy's body in every imaginable position. When 
we got back to campus on Sunday night, we spent the 
night together in my room. Since then we've gotten 
together a couple of nights. I still like Beth, but 
I've never had sex with anyone that matches making love 
to Andy.

END

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