From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Andy In The Rock Club
Date: 7 Jul 1996 21:53:35 GMT

			Andy In The Rock Club

	So that's what I'll find in a punk rock club. There were all
types there, all shapes, all sizes, all ages. Most looked like they
would rather be somewhere else, but that's just an attitude. There's a
band setting up their equipment.

	You can tell that they haven't been together too long since
they obviously don't know what they're doing. There's a bar on the
left so I climbed over a crowd of skinheads that won't be drinking age
till they can look like Robert Plant. They're sucking eagerly away at
their Bud's and trying to communicate over the din of the
loudspeakers, and I do mean loud.

	One boy gave me a frightened look as I pushed through, as if
this was his first time there. I reached the bar and sought out the
bartender. She's about four foot six and eighty pounds. If there was a
fan on, she would have blown away.

	Three minutes later I got her attention by "accidentally"
tossing an empty ashtray over on her side.

	"OOOOOoooops!!! Can I have a Tequila Sunrise, babe!"

	Somehow she heard me over the chorus of some basement band.
The disk jockey there must have some sort of hearing problem that he
wants to share with everyone else. She mixed my drink slowly. She
poured too much red stuff in the drink so that it looked like a urine
sample, charged me six bucks for the drink, picked up the ash tray,
tossed it toward me, and snarled a vicious snarl which made me
chuckle.

	I watched her as she walked down the bar towards the stage
area. She led my eyes to the crotch of a six foot four blonde haired
Adonis. He was leaning against the wall waiting for the band to get
it's equipment glued together.

	I demanded myself to move toward this mass of Hitler dream
just to see if he had the prototypical blue eyes. He leaned there
unmoving as I wound my way through a clump of mohawks. The lighting
changed as I moved in. The band finally got something to work and
wanted to start before it broke again. Just my luck. Well maybe I'll
get a chance to see him later.

	The band wasn't bad but not well rehearsed. They played some
kick ass songs which got the people to do some heavy moshing. I
spotted Mr.

	Genetics in that crowd of writhing bodies and promptly felt
like getting involved.

	I tossed down my drink and jumped in. This slam dancing looks
a lot worse than it feels. Yeah, it's rough but it's fun. Can't grab
too much action on the floor because everything is moving so fast but
yes he does have blue eyes. I think he noticed me but that's only a
hope, a dream better left to rest in the recesses of my mind rather
than filling me with false expectation and later disappointment.

	The band finished and seemed to have as much trouble
disassembling as they did assembling. I was going to leave after
another overpriced drink.

	I headed back toward the bar to hope to order when I caught a
glimpse of the big guy catching a glimpse of me. He was sweating,
looking like he just got out of the shower and his shirt fit the same
description. His chest was half exposed through his tattered black
shirt. He was pumped up and breathing heavy. His arms were thick and
veiny and his biceps put on an impressive show as he raised his arm to
wipe the sweat off from his brow.

	I still couldn't get a decent gander at his ass because he was
facing me and the place was still quite crowded. He was waiting in
line too and I was wishing I was the one who would get the later
drink. I turned around again and he once again was staring at me. My
hopes began to swell ( among other things ).

	I finally got my drink, a tequila sunrise with too much
grenadine, and moved toward the stage. I got to thinking, "Do I got an
ass that Zeus could get into?"

	Perhaps, but I couldn't be sure. Since he has a propensity to
lean on walls, I decided to find a spot against a wall where no one
else was. Not easy to find but possible. If he wants me he'll find me.
If not, then I'll take a hike.

	He found me but he didn't say anything to me. I guess he
wanted me to say something first. I hate starting up a conversation
with someone I don't know.

	I usually say something stupid or insincere because I can't
think of anything to say but I don't want the moment to pass by. Well
this guy ain't goin' nowhere for now and I give it a little thought.
What do you say to a Greek god without drooling to obviously? He was
drinking a tequila sunrise too. Maybe...

	"You're drinking a urine sample too, huh?!" I shouted as slow
as I thought was appropriate for the level of decibel I had to contend
with.

	His head slowly turned around and down toward the level of us
average folk and he uttered, "Wha?!"

	Realising how idiotic my first statement sounded, I repeated
it louder and clearer so that I could look twice as stupid. For a
brief moment I wanted to seek out a small crevasse to live the rest of
my life in but to my amazement, he laughed.

	He continued the thought: "I could get one of these for free
downstairs in the MEN"S room!" overemphasizing the MEN"S room part.
Now he had my fullest attention and I do mean fullest. Then I realised
that I was being picked up by Mr. Fantasy. Well, what an ego I'm going
to have from now on ( or until the next time I strike out ). After
awhile we both decided to give up and go outside to talk in more
normal tones. His name is Andy, upon which I add that such a small
name fits not around a six, four frame. He laughs and shows that he is
easily amused. As we talked, we walked. I didn't realise that we had
drifted so far from the club. He stopped and said that he lived in the
building that we he stopped in front of and he invited me in.

	Till now, I had forgotten that I was being picked up. A sudden
flash of expectation washed over me and a little smile crossed Andy's
face as he sensed what I felt.

	"I guess that means yes." What an aggressive stance he took
after I had to break the ice. He opened the front door and said to
follow him. My pleasure.

	He took his time walking up the stairs, giving me ample
opportunity to gaze at his tight little ass. He wore tight dark blue
jeans with the white marble pattern which sculpted the outline of his
leg muscles.

	He let me in his place and I began to wonder about Mr.
Soloflex. The place was a two room apartment. The other room was
separated from the first by a black satin sheet stapled above the
entrance. My curiosity stirred.

	"What's in there?" I pointed towards the black satin.

	"Why don't you go find out?" Andy closed the door.

	I pulled the sheet to the side and saw Sex World. I entered
Sex World.

	Across the far wall was a shelf which held every type of dildo
and butt plug, and a couple of devices I didn't recognise. There was a
mattress on the floor covered with a black satin sheet. Black throw
pillows were scattered about. There was a long oak table with a
sleeping bag on it. There were end tables in two opposite corners with
lamps in the shape of cats on them.

	Hanging on the left wall was a mesh of light and heavy chains.
On the right wall hung a fishing net.

	I must have gasped because he said, "A lot of people have that
kind of reaction but we won't do anything you can't handle." He put a
reassuring mit on my shoulder and tugged me into his body. That felt
good. I responded by turning around and placing the palms of my hands
on his chest and rubbing in small circles. I felt his nipples get
stiff. He smelled of sweat as I am sure I did too. I lifted his
tattered shirt slowly above his head. I got a good look at his face.
He had a goofy looking baby face but handsome.

	Lots of baby fat in that face but his body was lean as the
tower of Pisa. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper which
released much pressure.

	I rubbed my fingers down his chest, then across his belly
which was rippled.

	This effect intrigued me since I had never gotten to examine
anyone with that kind of definition. I could see that he was getting
uncomfortable in those tight pants so I returned the favor he had done
for me and unbuttoned his jeans. He took my hand and told me to fall
back. I aimed for the black.

	He lowered me onto the bed, removed my sneakers and then
slipped off my pants.

	He removed his own pants and stood for a moment in the light,
striking a pose that gave new meaning to the word meat. His pubic hair
was light brown and from it emanated a shaft of seven cut inches. His
balls glistened in the light and swayed when he moved. I tossed my
underwear aside and told him not to move. I inched up to him on my
knees and ran the tip of my finger from his hip down the side of his
buttocks, down his muscular thigh which rippled with the sensation. I
breathed my hot breath on his cock which slowly began to pulse and
throb. His manhood continued to throb upward as I reached between his
cheeks and felt the warmth of the tight recesses.

	I prodded with a curious index finger and entered his hole.
Now his cock was throbbing and the head was beginning to bulge. This
is what I wanted. I told him to lie down and he complied. He Reached
over his head below the dildo display and from somewhere pulled out a
tube of KY jelly. He looked into my eyes, lifted one brow on his baby
face and said, "Fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me fast before my head
explodes." I couldn't refuse his directive. He rolled over and shoved
his butt in the air. I lowered his ass to a level I could handle and
applied a little KY. "With your cock, with your cock."

	I was hoping for a little more foreplay but one doesn't make a
Greek god wait. I placed the head of my cock at the top of his
cleavage and slowly brought it down to the entrance. At first he
resisted, then took the head and resisted again. He wanted it in
stages, a little at a time. He kept moving and I couldn't control him.
He was really getting off on my dick. I thrust into him, put one arm
across his chest and reached for his member with my free hand. I
flipped him on top of me. Now I could get a good grip on his prick.

	I thrust in and out, he started to moan. He was incredibly
responsive to every touch, every thrust. He would tighten up on the
out thrusts and loosen on the way in. I kissed his left shoulder. He
tried to turn his head to face me but he was just too tall to kiss
from this position. I had a grip on his cock like I'd never let go. He
felt massive, a giant who was in my control for a fantastic moment. I
felt a throb from deep within him and knew that this moment would soon
end. I felt an identical throb inside of myself. This was going to be
great synchronization. As he came, he thrust he legs out and tightened
on my cock. I shot my load into his quivering behind as he shot his
all over his chest.

	We both lie there exhausted for a couple of minutes. I wasn't
going to let this guy escape out of my life. I said, "That was fun,
what do you do for an encore?"

	To which he replied, "Wait till my roommate gets here!"