Strong, handsome, kind and brilliant, he was as perfect a specimen as you could hope to find. Even self-avowed feminists, with no use for men of any kind, swooned in Andy's presence. He was just worth it. I had known him since high school, when he was the unlikely mix of scholar and athlete.
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Part 1: Sexy Andy
Part 2: Sexy Andy
As I lathered, I thought of asking Art if he could spare time for dinner sometime after a later workout. "Hey, Art. . . " I turned around to ask him, and I found him facing me, several showers away, fully lathered. But now his dick, which had been only partly erect before, was standing straight out. Art gasped and turned away from me so fast he almost lost his footing.
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Part 3: Sexy Andy
I was about to do something. I was. . . we were in this forest, and we had just taken a piss, and we. . . I was about to suck that boy's cock! My eyes got wide with that realization. But it was more than that, because at some level, I obviously found the concept so exciting that the mere thought of it was enough to make me shoot into my own sheets.
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