Amateur erotic fiction: Andy, part 1 (m/m, some adolescent themes) This is male homosexual erotica.Amateur erotic fiction: Andy, part 1 (m/m, some adolescent themes) This is male homosexual erotica. If you skip this article now, there's nothing on this screen that could possibly irritate you. If you don't like this kind of fiction, don't write to me about it. Part one of a multi-part story. Comments, suggestions invited. Living in my hometown, you weren't a real man unless you wanted to be like Andy. 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. I was a late bloomer myself, more interested in computers and the school paper than in doing laps or working out. So other jocks had their fun at my expense, and I generally took it in stride. I particularly remembered Andy because he came to my rescue one day. A mean- spirited oaf decided to pound me because I didn't let him copy my mid-term test (I only got an 85--he'd have done better to copy from Andy!). I had already caught one in the face when Andy's voice boomed out from the school steps. |