Jean and Andy featuring Andy Markos and Jean Cardin, better known as Bert Edwards.
JEAN & ANDY
TUESDAY
Andy Markos (his father had trimmed the last name down) was Greek all the way. It never took him long to investigate new tenants.
So Jean Cardin was barely awake not having thought to lock his door on the first morning in his own apartment #207 at 69 Sunset Strip when curly-haired Andy entered after only the most perfunctory knock. (Andy had learned long ago that the view is likely to be more interesting the less warning you give.)
Jean had come to this building a year ago by accident speaking no English at all then, being fresh from the farm country of central Quebec – and had been so hospitably received by then-tenant Duane Ferguson that he couldn’t wait to get back – to stay.
After yesterday’s long session with Duke, he’d gone to bed early and slept late, and had just gotten his jeans and shoes on when Andy came in.
Andy mumbled something like, “I thought I’d drop in,” and the natural affinity between Greek and Frenchman took care of the rest.
“Je vous aime,” Jean said (and Andy knew that much French), a twinkle in his eye (he now sup- posed it to be a rule in this building that you just had sex with everyone you saw, right then and there that was an exaggeration; you didn’t have to),
“We don’t talk, just make love. OK?”
Andy answered in that spirit by wordlessly drop- ping into an easy chair and pulling Jean down be- side him, his hand landing with unerring skill on the Canadian’s crotch.
He liked that, and liked the feeling of Jean’s hand on his own crotch. They kissed, French style, get- ting dizzy with passion, and Andy could hardly be- lieve what he found in the other boy’s pants! It wasn’t even hard yet, but as a fledgling sculptor, Andy knew that if he’d moulded such an object out of clay, it would be declared a masterpiece. He also knew that it would change appearance radically as it went through the various stages of hardness, and would be beautiful at every stage, hard or soft.
His bowels twitched and his sphincter tightened at the sight. He wouldn’t mind dropping around at 10 every morning to sit on that awhile.
To Andy, most of the activity of the next hour, fun though it was, and stimulating, was merely pre- liminary to the time that sweet sausage would enter the waiting cavern of his rectum, giving him that wonderful feeling of being filled, being taken over from inside. Whether he fondled it, tasted it or mere- ly looked at it, he was sizing it up for his bowels, jacking it up so that it would be worthy of the attack on his inner self.
Jean was less single-minded having learned that sex is more fun altogether if you enjoy each act, each moment, each part of the body, for itself. But on the whole, he found the most exquisite pleasure in the mouth, his own or his partner’s, rather than in the derriere. When Andy leaned over and tongued the groove under his cockhead, Jean reached a pin- nacle of sensation and his cock expanded instantly from 8 to 9 inches. Preferring sex in the raw, he moved across the room, undressed and returned with a very stiff 10-inch offering for his visitor. Letting Jean hold it, Andy, ever so gently rotated
his head, letting the tip of Jean’s cock brush lightly
over his lips, his nose, his eyes and his chin, breath-
ing on it, trailing his tongue tip (barely touching)
over the head, while his fingers reached inside
Jean’s tail end and stretched.
If Jean had been on fire the day before, he was like a blast furnace now. If Duke had reminded him of a childhood lover, Andy reminded him of something unattainably beautiful – a Greek god really! He was crazy with an almost religious frenzy of love as he opened the Greek boy’s pants and plunged his face in wildly to take a peter he saw as extravagantly beautiful (he regarded his own as somewhat ugly and embarrassingly large) and he be- came so passionate while sucking on it (Andy kiss- ing his back, fondling his head) that he unexpectedly gave Andy a handful of cum.
He sucked Andy in a dozen different positions, and enjoyed the sucking for its own sake, but it re- mained a dry run, though Andy came close to shoot- ing across the room while standing on the chair with Jean’s tongue in his groove.
In a 69 position, Jean was reaming Andy while Andy worked his finger into Jean’s hole. Then Andy shot his first load on Jean’s chest. There was no worry about it. Jean came four times before he final- ly put it where Andy wanted it, and he wasn’t worried by the fact that Andy hadn’t really come yet with any great force. Only a fool plays sex just for the com- ing. Jean knew what he was building Andy up to.
But Jean acted as if he had no intention to get around to humping Andy, or to getting humped, un- til he was kneeling in front of Andy, sitting on the floor. He knew for sure now what Andy wanted, but asked, innocently, holding his still erect cock against Andy’s chin, “II love to insert… in your tail but I just moved in this house and I have … no how do you say? – lubricant! But we try anyway? Make it wet with your mouth, please?”
When a guy really likes being fucked, he’ll take it with or without lubricant. Even Jean’s halting speech made Andy’s own cock stand up.
“Do it dry,” he said. “I can take it.”
“No, no,” Jean said. “Make it wet with your mouth.”
Andy did, but saliva dries fast, and by the time he’d turned over with his butt in the air, and Jean had poised above him, ready to plunge, his cock was dry and rather sticky. It didn’t go in easy, and Andy was hit with chills and fevers as it pressed in. Jean’s cockhead was comparatively small, so there wasn’t too much problem with stretching at the start, but as the dry, abrasive shaft slid in, the skin of Andy’s rectum heated up and became almost unbearably sore. He clenched his fists, held his breath and loved it, even though his tail had never been quite so sore. It took about five minutes before Andy provided his own lubricant and then Jean rode him like an oil- well pump gone crazy. It took Jean over 20 minutes to come, and by that time Andy had added to the puddle between his stomach and the rug four times.